<?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-943942221814281126</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:59:51.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5091567996616992906</id><published>2009-10-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:39:10.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Turn's 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteWVx_swZI/AAAAAAAAA14/xer52rRkhok/s1600-h/IMG_3915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteWVx_swZI/AAAAAAAAA14/xer52rRkhok/s320/IMG_3915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392944379741389202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Oct 16 has come and my Jonathan turns 8yrs old oh what a wonderful thing he is so happy he went and talked to the Bishop last night and came home with a smile from ear to ear... We asked him who he wants to talk and he asked Lorenzo and I and I looked at Lorenzo thinking no way will he want to but nope he looked at Jonathan and said ok.. I was happy no one looked at me because I had tears in my eyes!! After Jonathan we will only have Jadon left that will be 4 down 1 to go crazy when you think of it Jon has done all of our's even mine! What a wonderful feeling jonathan can't wait and it just brings me back to my day when I got to do the same thing. So I will make cupcakes as asked by jonathan for his class then make a cake asked my jonathan... And then make him wheatever he wants for dinner crazy but it is his day Oh how this sweet little boys brings me so much joy and yes some pain lol but I love his hugs and kisses and I love you mom. So Happy Birthday to Him.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5091567996616992906?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5091567996616992906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5091567996616992906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5091567996616992906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5091567996616992906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/10/jonathan-turns-8.html' title='Jonathan Turn&apos;s 8'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteWVx_swZI/AAAAAAAAA14/xer52rRkhok/s72-c/IMG_3915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4508203553208685020</id><published>2009-10-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:14:44.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteQuPr15jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/90ggIufz2-k/s1600-h/vb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteQuPr15jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/90ggIufz2-k/s320/vb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392938202958259762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's been awhile since I have wrote a post so here it goes so this last weekend I went to Albuq for my Best Friends Birthday and to help my mom with my dad. I had a really good time but I didn't sleep so well so when I came home I was burned out. But the funny thing is my truck was just fine coming home in till the next day it was acting alittle off so I drop Jonathan off in the morning then pick him up. Every things okay in till I go to get Lorenzo and it wont start nothing it's dead~ well come to find out my battery is gone. If God was not watching over me then I don't know what would have happened I could have been stuck on the side of the road somewhere and my phone could or could not have worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got that fixed and then out of No where Jadon becomes sick well come to find out he has the Swine Flu with a 102.2 fever last night now some might say well its going to happen and everything will be okay and yes I think it well be Jon gave him a great blessing last night and I cried it was so good, but I get so scared not only for my other children but for Jadon I just can't seem to get over that he is a big and healthy boy now I still see him as 2 lbs but he is far from it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do today well I cleaned and cleaned to the point that my hands are dry every time one of the kids or even me and Jon get sick I get in this mode of OCD and I wont stop in till I feel every inch is clean now I don't know if that's good or bad but it makes me feel better! Some times I even wonder if I clean enough or did I do something wrong or not enough to keep them from getting sick.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how my mind works I know kids get sick and it's no big deal but I hate to watch my babies like that and plus I can't get sick my body will not fight anything off it fights itself. So as of right now we are all staying in till everything is back to normal.. And I know if you have ever been to my house I'm sure you guys are going oh my goodness but I have this thing about everything being where it should and just plain CLEAN....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4508203553208685020?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4508203553208685020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4508203553208685020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4508203553208685020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4508203553208685020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/10/ocd.html' title='OCD'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteQuPr15jI/AAAAAAAAA1w/90ggIufz2-k/s72-c/vb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8920268418516419099</id><published>2009-09-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:06:45.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I been??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4GoHWPJI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pxpflwMor4E/s1600-h/Picture+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4GoHWPJI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pxpflwMor4E/s320/Picture+181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383763197299145874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4GJu6c3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/vG_k3Q757mM/s1600-h/Picture+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4GJu6c3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/vG_k3Q757mM/s320/Picture+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383763189143597938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4FHCYeFI/AAAAAAAAA04/Qx0TsL7UK4U/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4FHCYeFI/AAAAAAAAA04/Qx0TsL7UK4U/s320/Picture+207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383763171240081490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man it has been forever since I have put any blogs up I use to do this all the time but I got on facebook and those games have me hooked. So what is New in the Newman home well lets see The Boys started back at school so I only have Jadon which is nice in till the boys come home then the fights start, Lorenzo is now in football and Loves it and Daddy is in heaven just watching Lorenzo and Jon makes me smile.. He is now in Jr high which i can't get past he's not little anymore where has the time gone? Jonathan (little) is now in 2ND grade and loves that he will be 8 on Oct. 16Th so we will looking forward to that we asked him the other day who he would like to speak the day he gets baptized and he said you Mom and you Lorenzo and it just made my heart smile, Lorenzo just looked up at his younger brother and said ok I will... those sweet little moments remind me of how much love I have for my boys... Mr. Jadon oh my he is talking up a storm and is getting into everything you know there was a time when I thought jadon would always be small well I was soooooo wrong he is not my baby any more he is wearing a size 4 already. I just don't know why life seems to be going by so fast I mean my kids are getting big and Jon and I are going on 10 yrs it's all so crazy! All I know is I am one happy Mother and Wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as me I will be going to school for photography soon and I can't wait and on top of that Jon's father has asked me to start a web page and run it for him I was shocked but I can work right here at home... My dreams are all coming true I can be a stay at home Mother and work what else could I ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jon well he is hard at work and getting ready for the holidays to start this is always the busiest months for him but he wouldn't have it any other way. And like I said he is Lorenzo's biggest fan right now it's like he has passed the torch to his oldest son..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of the boys this year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8920268418516419099?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8920268418516419099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8920268418516419099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8920268418516419099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8920268418516419099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I been??'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Srb4GoHWPJI/AAAAAAAAA1I/pxpflwMor4E/s72-c/Picture+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6500097238283198111</id><published>2009-06-11T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:39.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother always said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKSdzwzOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ax8L3_sUjac/s1600-h/IMG_4715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKSdzwzOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ax8L3_sUjac/s320/IMG_4715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346135913765326050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKSLn9B1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/V_O7fxhzhZU/s1600-h/IMG_4719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKSLn9B1I/AAAAAAAAA0g/V_O7fxhzhZU/s320/IMG_4719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346135908883957586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKR_fbEnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wo_DPDf9Pro/s1600-h/IMG_4718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKR_fbEnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/wo_DPDf9Pro/s320/IMG_4718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346135905626952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKRnCQIlI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vrh17IKB6Go/s1600-h/IMG_4717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKRnCQIlI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vrh17IKB6Go/s320/IMG_4717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346135899062149714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother would always say wait in till you have your own Children, I always wondered what she meant.. Oh how I wish I was a better daughter lol I always knew I wanted my first to be a boy and there was Lorenzo, then I wanted to have a girl out came Jonathan okay lets try one more time Girl? Nope Here came Jadon(way to fast)! But after I had my first I asked my Mother how can I love anyone else like I love him? She said it will just come you can do it, So when Jonathan came I asked the Lord please help me I don't know how to love these two boys the same then I realized I didn't have to love them the same all I had to do was love them with every inch of me. And then Jadon I cry sometimes because the Love I have for these three little boys is so strong and so real it some times hurts This Love is like no other!And I also know why I have these boys and what I have learned there is a reason for everything and I know without them I would be nothing. And now I know how our Father In Heaven feels with all of us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6500097238283198111?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6500097238283198111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6500097238283198111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6500097238283198111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6500097238283198111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mother-always-said.html' title='My Mother always said...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFKSdzwzOI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Ax8L3_sUjac/s72-c/IMG_4715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1004933936196184178</id><published>2009-06-11T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:09:01.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorenzo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDy9LWoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Lbq0OMOdaIY/s1600-h/IMG_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDy9LWoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Lbq0OMOdaIY/s320/IMG_4688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133462720666242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDmMeC8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/WoWXiTTouOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDmMeC8I/AAAAAAAAA0A/WoWXiTTouOQ/s320/IMG_4258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133459295144898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDZP_FkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/H4YRxVgyC7E/s1600-h/IMG_4248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDZP_FkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/H4YRxVgyC7E/s320/IMG_4248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133455820232258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDF5lkUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hI8fcVtidH4/s1600-h/IMG_4255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDF5lkUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/hI8fcVtidH4/s320/IMG_4255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133450626011458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is lorenzo going from 6th grade to 7th man my boy did so good I don't know if I could have had anymore kids because its to hard now not to cry everytime I see my boys accomplish their goals with not only school but with Church. I told Jon when I watched lorenzo come in for the awards I wanted to just break down I could tell my once little son was scared, Last year he took the TAKS Test 3 times before passing and that was so hard to watch...Mind you they don't teach the same things in Albuq,NM so Lorenzo was unsure of what these TAKS test were about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came to this year he was determined to pass the first time!!! And let me just say I loved all three of his teachers they not only helped lorenzo but they were always in contact with me which was great. So we walked in me and Jadon and my best friend and his home room teacher comes up to me and hugs me and tells me how lorenzo did he was ONE point from getting a, A in Math TAKS test and ONE point away from being on Honor Roll.. We both started to cry she said that because I cared so much and supported everything they were doing with him it payed off. And I say WE all did those teachers went beyond there duties to help Lorenzo! And he DID it he got a, A in reading TASKS TEST and like I said one point away from all A's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So as I watched him because he did not know anything I wanted to run and grab him and say "YOU DID IT" all you baby... so as my tears came and I watched them call his name I looked in my son's eyes and he knew how proud I was and thats all he needed was to see how happy I was for him... So after the awards we went to get his folder and hugged his teacher once more and she said how proud and happy she was for him, we started to walk away and I stopped and said I loved him and how happy I was for him. He looked up at me with tears in his and said "Mom I did good I did really good" And all I could do was hug him with tears rolling down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I realize he's not my Baby any more....I ask myself if I can do this 2 more times with my other boys and two more times with Jon's Girls.. People want to know where my weak spots are. All you have to do is look at these 3 boys and one Guy in this house and then you will know! Way to GO my RENZO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1004933936196184178?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1004933936196184178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1004933936196184178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1004933936196184178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1004933936196184178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/06/lorenzo.html' title='Lorenzo...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SjFIDy9LWoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Lbq0OMOdaIY/s72-c/IMG_4688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8880304720842054480</id><published>2009-05-28T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:00:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let us Open Our Eyes</title><content type='html'>This is something we should all read at least once a week                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  "To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me... It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled    &lt;br /&gt;  over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;  1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;  3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone...                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;  4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.                                                 &lt;br /&gt;  5. Pay off your credit cards every month.                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  9. Save for retirement starting with your first pay check.                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;  10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;  11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.                                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;  13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;  16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;  17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;  18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.                                                 &lt;br /&gt;  20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;  21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.                         &lt;br /&gt;  22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  24. The most important sex organ is the brain.                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;  26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ’In five years, will this matter?'                                                              &lt;br /&gt;  27. Always choose life.                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;  28. Forgive everyone everything.                                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;  29. What other people think of you is none of your business.                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.                                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;  31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;  32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;  33. Believe in miracles.                                                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.                                                              &lt;br /&gt;  35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;  36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;  37. Your children get only one childhood.                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.                                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.                                                            &lt;br /&gt;  41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.                                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;  42. The best is yet to come.                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;  43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;  44. Yield.                                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;  45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;  Its estimated 93% won't forward this. If you are one of the 7% who will, forward this with the title '7%'.   I'm in the 7%.                         &lt;br /&gt;  Remember that I will always share my spoon with you! Friends are the family that we choose for ourselves!                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;  --                                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;  "May you love as long as you live and live as long as you love"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8880304720842054480?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8880304720842054480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8880304720842054480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8880304720842054480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8880304720842054480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-us-open-our-eyes.html' title='Let us Open Our Eyes'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8484748567622249436</id><published>2009-05-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:17:46.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the Big news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShnjBH8cB-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/IgV3zptFjV0/s1600-h/stacy+and+Jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShnjBH8cB-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/IgV3zptFjV0/s320/stacy+and+Jon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339548441676351458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon was called to be the 2ND Counselor in the Bishopric today I was in tears and so were his parents I was so proud to see him up there right before they told him to go sit up there I asked him if he was scared and he said yes.. Now if you know Jon he is not one to get scared about much of anything, but this was one of those things that he felt he was not ready for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this (and by no means is this because he is my husband) Jon is such a big loving person, with a heart of gold he would do anything for anyone without question he See's so many things that I overlook and he is my rock, soul mate and best friend and I know that Our Father put him where he should be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon's parents came so that his Dad could do all the stuff after and I cried, bishop, his Mother, his Dad and Jon and there was some other people in there.Jon being the only Brother in his family to go on to a Mission or be active in anyway I'm sure you could understand how his parents felt, When they were doing this I went and sat by Jon's Mother and held her hand and we cried together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people just see this as oh well he is just 2ND Counselor but I see it as growth and faith and the love and blessing that Jon has been given! I knew when I met him that he was great guy but each day that goes by makes me love him more and more what a great example he is to our kids the boys were so happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I watch my oldest past sacrament each Sunday and now watch my Husband sitting beside the Bishop I realize how lucky I really am.. And we should all count them one by one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8484748567622249436?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8484748567622249436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8484748567622249436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8484748567622249436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8484748567622249436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-big-news.html' title='So the Big news'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShnjBH8cB-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/IgV3zptFjV0/s72-c/stacy+and+Jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-280570837476097244</id><published>2009-05-23T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:10:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Did so GOOD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Shgss2MFKhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UJwbBkwkqTA/s1600-h/IMG_4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Shgss2MFKhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UJwbBkwkqTA/s320/IMG_4214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339066507219773970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Shgssa2isMI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/nTQ2YDqz0mc/s1600-h/IMG_4233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Shgssa2isMI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/nTQ2YDqz0mc/s320/IMG_4233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339066499881676994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShgssqyMhLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/H2e1M06uBaE/s1600-h/IMG_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShgssqyMhLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/H2e1M06uBaE/s320/IMG_4227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339066504158414002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShgssC9-suI/AAAAAAAAAzI/OEoeNEVj87U/s1600-h/IMG_4147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/ShgssC9-suI/AAAAAAAAAzI/OEoeNEVj87U/s320/IMG_4147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339066493470421730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a good one I have a wonderful family and great kids, This year is one for the books and it's not even over yet.. So many great things have happened first as you all know we walked for Jadon in the March of Dimes for the 1st time and that was crazy but most rewarding ever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The boys did so good in school this year Lorenzo PASSED his TAKS tests on the first try so off to 7Th grade oh my Goodness and he had his last Band Concert last Wednesday which he was great in! Jonathan got Honor Roll and was in the news paper and A Good Citizenship Award, Next week will be Lorenzo's Awards. Jadon well he talks alot (just like me) and let's just say he is healthy and smart but I have learned that three's are just as hard as two's.... Jon well he has A new Calling but I can't say till Sunday! But I will say I am so very proud of him he has come along away and although Jon thinks he is not the right person I feel different Jon is the most loving, kind a gentle man I know he is My Best Friend and I will always stand beside him in all the things that come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me well I'm learning more and more about my illness and learning what to do and what not to do so that's good they are putting me on new meds Oh how I hope they work and I went to RED yes my hair is red and I love it... And next week Jon and I are off For Cali with our friends John and Stacey for a week this year we will be married 10yrs so that is our gift to each other since I am the only one that has never been there I can't wait!!! So you know I will have lots and lots of pics. But here are some pics for now Jon's parents are coming today so we are very happy more pics to come on Sunday!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-280570837476097244?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/280570837476097244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=280570837476097244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/280570837476097244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/280570837476097244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-did-so-good.html' title='They Did so GOOD!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Shgss2MFKhI/AAAAAAAAAzg/UJwbBkwkqTA/s72-c/IMG_4214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3845000794924947529</id><published>2009-05-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:14:43.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emailing: mornings_krqe_albuquerque_joyce_newman_principal_award_200905180645 - Inbox - 'AT&amp;T Yahoo! 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Mail&apos;'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7417646079006519429</id><published>2009-05-16T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:43:57.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>So today is cold windy and dark and lots of rain (love these days) but everyone in the house is either napping or playing in there rooms no one feels good today so everyone has some kind of meds in them... Lets just say it is very QUIET right now so I thought I would write a blog about friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky enough to have lots and lots of friends but with that they are all different in there own ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have had a best friend more like a (sister) for 20 years we have only had two major fights and when I say major that means we didn't talk for a couple of months, love her she Has always been there no matter what and her family is like my second family. I know when she is sad, happy, scared or worried I can tell her ANYTHING even if she doesn't like it and she understands. I don't have to say to much about her because she knows how much I love her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have other friends that I would say are like my best friends because I care for them, I cry for them and I love them and would do anything in my power for them.. One is in Albuq she should know who she is I will see her in a couple weeks, and the rest are here in Amarillo I have been blessed to have found Two ladies here that I just love I couldn't ask for more with them they give till they can't give anymore they show love like I have never seen. They teach me everyday how I can be better I don't tell them this because that's really not me but I try really hard to show them yesterday I got to spend some time with them and just talk and laugh I love it there's no drama no fighting nothing just plain fun every time I am with them... I pray for them every night I love you two and you know who you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote about a couple but friends are the best you first start off getting to know each other to see if you get along and then you start some what of a relationship you hang out you talk and then you either know you can get along or you don't and that's okay if you don't not everyone has to be friends but when you find that you can even with being very different it's a wonderful thing. Friends are so important I think more for Women then Men when you know you can call and vent and you can cry till you can't speak anymore and they understand you can't ask for more.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh in till your sides hurt and no one less knows why your laughing but you and your friends that's great! I love that there are times when I am down and I feel as know one will tell but it never fails that my friends do. I feel God has put people in our lives for a reason! Because I always walk away saying Thank you Lord for My Friend's all I can say is if you have friendships like this you are a very lucky person...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7417646079006519429?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7417646079006519429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7417646079006519429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7417646079006519429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7417646079006519429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-887023509021241159</id><published>2009-05-14T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:16:20.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went RED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sgwnn83B8AI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qvAqO_CmysI/s1600-h/cam+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sgwnn83B8AI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qvAqO_CmysI/s320/cam+and+i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335683225832517634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sgwnn3PBmGI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rkzmhtgtZVY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sgwnn3PBmGI/AAAAAAAAAyw/rkzmhtgtZVY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335683224322545762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was tired of my black hair and yes it was real!!! So I went red and I love it its a dark red and its new and sassy just the way I like it. It seems I was stuck in Mommy mode and had to get out of that!! So me and my Best friend went and got our hair done here are some pics we took that day! What do you Think? I will have to take some outside so you can really see it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-887023509021241159?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/887023509021241159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=887023509021241159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/887023509021241159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/887023509021241159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-red.html' title='I went RED!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sgwnn83B8AI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qvAqO_CmysI/s72-c/cam+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5188691945135064958</id><published>2009-05-06T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T06:56:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love this</title><content type='html'>Author: Beckie M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a heart of stone&lt;br /&gt;For it had surley lost its home&lt;br /&gt;It could not love or wanted too&lt;br /&gt;But in my life, then came you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones began to fall away&lt;br /&gt;As happiness began to fill my day&lt;br /&gt;A feeling so sweet and special too&lt;br /&gt;Could this be love, I pray is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart now sings a song of love&lt;br /&gt;For I know that it was  sent from above&lt;br /&gt;My heart is warm, there is no cold&lt;br /&gt;Hard no more, but with wings of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soars above the sky so high&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think of why and cry&lt;br /&gt;My heart now sings a loving song&lt;br /&gt;For the part of me I thought was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift that you have given me&lt;br /&gt;Is so important, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;No more sadness or being alone&lt;br /&gt;For now my heart returns to home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5188691945135064958?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5188691945135064958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5188691945135064958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5188691945135064958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5188691945135064958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-this.html' title='love this'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3724083225711376001</id><published>2009-04-27T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:36:30.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f446b324e4459324e673d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: MFB 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f446b324e4459324e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3724083225711376001?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3724083225711376001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3724083225711376001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3724083225711376001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3724083225711376001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7257568105476770510</id><published>2009-04-26T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:44:38.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it baby....</title><content type='html'>So as many of you know we walked this last weekend for March For Babies, And I have to first say thanks to all that came to support My family and me.. As I look back on this month and all the memories that kept coming back all I wanted to do was break and give up. But there were many reason why I didn't~ first I had to do this to close that door and what I mean is I had to close the door on the hardship of everything that came with having my sweet son.. Second I had to let My Dad go and in saying that I mean I had to give him some peace knowing that I will see him again and I will be able to tell him all the things I didn't before his death. Third I Love my Family and friends so much I have learned that they are there to hold my hand and support me and my family and for that I am a very blessed women. Forth I was scared that I would not be able to finish that walk but right before we got started I looked at my Husband and said Jon if I get weak you are going to carry me the rest of the way. But I didn't need Jon to do it The Lord took me and walked with me every step I know this for sure because I was never weak at the end my feet started to hurt and it went away just like that...I even feel as though he carried me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did the walk and now I can move on, I let my Father be at peace and for those two reason alone I am stronger... I don't tell My friends and family that I love them alot maybe that's to gray of a area for me but I do LOVE each and everyone! You took time out to either come and walk with us or you donated on line. Either way I felt more love then ever before. Just being their and seeing all the people we were arm and arm there was so many was a true blessing it's times like these when we see whats really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only get one chance at this life and sometimes we need to just give in and ask for that help and in time we get our answers and what a wonderful thing that is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7257568105476770510?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7257568105476770510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7257568105476770510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7257568105476770510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7257568105476770510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-did-it-baby.html' title='We did it baby....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4364775028419657258</id><published>2009-04-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:11:09.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach High Boys!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sea947GLpAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mFErczAmVpw/s1600-h/IMG_3261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sea947GLpAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mFErczAmVpw/s320/IMG_3261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325152395046134786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know as I sit here in peace at 11:38pm I get to thinking about my Kids and what it means to me to have them. As you Know Jadon turned 3 today and the wheels go round and round in my head. It's funny there is a saying that when a Daughter get's married the Mother gain's a Son but when a Son get's Married it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really hope this is not true I have found that I am very close to Jon's parents I call them Mom and The Dude so I haven't seen it happen yet, But When I look at my boys and we talk about what they want to be or what they want in life it makes me wonder like tonight at dinner Lorenzo said after he goes on his Mission he wants to go in the Army and I said no way~ Jon say's great support our country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do feel that because of the Men and Women that are out there we have our freedom but I ask myself what would I do without my son.. I can't go and check on him to make sure he's good or needs anything it's not like I can just go and see him anytime I want and that is scary to me. I know he is only 12 but he has been saying this for a long time now this is not the first we have talked about this. And the whole Dating thing what if I don't like the girl will I ever feel that someone will ever be good enough for my son's? I have so many hopes for my boys I hope and pray that they live right, that they go on a mission and find a great women have kids make a great husband and father Stay close to Jon and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder does a parent ever really let go or do they just step back a little and hope for the best? I know I have a while to think about this but what would I be without my boys I can't answer that because no matter how different they are I know they were sent for me. Boy's are crazy and hard at time's but when they kiss me goodnight or tell me how pretty I am or say a prayer for me, or just grab my hand and say I love you Mom I melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I might be hard on the outside but I will tell you there are very few people in this world that can break me and those 3 boys can do it to me all the time. And I'm not talking about making me mad I am saying I would move the earth if I could for them, I would reach for every star if they asked. I just hope when the teen age years come that they know the Love I have for them will never be put into words!  All I can say is for right now in this Moment I am a very Blessed Mother I thank our Father every night for what he has allowed me to have and I am very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes is for us to "Step back A Little" and see what we are blessed with and see who and what we are in this life, Why are we here what have we been asked to do? maybe it's as small as to "Count your blessings" ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4364775028419657258?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4364775028419657258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4364775028419657258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4364775028419657258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4364775028419657258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-boys.html' title='Reach High Boys!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sea947GLpAI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mFErczAmVpw/s72-c/IMG_3261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-9203687005522040053</id><published>2009-04-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:50:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Little One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4463324f44557a4e673d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Happy Day jadon 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4463324f44557a4e673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-9203687005522040053?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/9203687005522040053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=9203687005522040053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9203687005522040053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9203687005522040053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-my-little-one.html' title='Happy Birthday My Little One...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7828972131601227658</id><published>2009-04-12T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:15:51.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLKfxt3a2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_XRXRf_rB-4/s1600-h/IMG_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLKfxt3a2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_XRXRf_rB-4/s320/IMG_3926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324040356775816034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLKft-FKiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/-abraMGDjpc/s1600-h/IMG_3923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLKft-FKiI/AAAAAAAAAxk/-abraMGDjpc/s320/IMG_3923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324040355770083874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed me I have 3 great boys and a wonderful husband, What else could a women ask for? So thank you Lord for these 4 Men in my life Happy Easter Everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7828972131601227658?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7828972131601227658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7828972131601227658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7828972131601227658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7828972131601227658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-2009.html' title='Happy Easter 2009'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLKfxt3a2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/_XRXRf_rB-4/s72-c/IMG_3926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5437315780664218837</id><published>2009-04-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:10:33.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI_WxgpPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/I3XCuiUbT_A/s1600-h/IMG_3913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI_WxgpPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/I3XCuiUbT_A/s320/IMG_3913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038700275901682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI_PjmFiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Skdh_HMjw1k/s1600-h/IMG_3912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI_PjmFiI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Skdh_HMjw1k/s320/IMG_3912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038698338489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-76GqDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/smwDOvgLGLE/s1600-h/IMG_3911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-76GqDI/AAAAAAAAAxM/smwDOvgLGLE/s320/IMG_3911.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038693064190002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-jBnZ8I/AAAAAAAAAxE/but5kp5-qmc/s1600-h/IMG_3910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-jBnZ8I/AAAAAAAAAxE/but5kp5-qmc/s320/IMG_3910.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038686384809922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-XRponI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dtvXf-_gMio/s1600-h/IMG_3909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI-XRponI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dtvXf-_gMio/s320/IMG_3909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324038683230839410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so what do you do when the kids have half of day of school and it's nice outside for once and you need a work out let me show you.... And this is only the front I did not do the back please this is more then a workout...And I am glad I did this on Friday because it rained all day on Sat. worked out great for us I bet the guys that were out there doing the same were thinking where's my wife she needs to help ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5437315780664218837?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5437315780664218837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5437315780664218837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5437315780664218837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5437315780664218837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do??'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SeLI_WxgpPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/I3XCuiUbT_A/s72-c/IMG_3913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-562048553428916017</id><published>2009-04-04T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T10:21:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the hair story.....</title><content type='html'>So I went down there and let me just say I do really like the way that two girls in there cut my hair, I have a hair style that is very hard for some people to cut and I have been told that alot you either know what you are doing or you don't so when you find someone that does it just the way you want it you keep her,In saying that you would not think this would be a hard haircut with that said I really like the way the Manager cuts my hair and right when I walked in she knew who I was so that was good because since I have lived here I have been going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So when I walked in I thought I was going to see him and he was going to give me a bunch of crap which by the way I was ready for cause I was more then upset. But he was no where so I thought well maybe he's in the back waiting for us to go back there cause the Manager was cutting someone's hair so I had to wait but Nope I didn't see him so when she was done we walked in there break room and she had another lady with her just as a witness and I had to tell the story again so in this time another lady came back there and you should have saw their faces and the one gave me a hug and told me she was so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me feel better but I felt bad because it was not them it was him, so after that she told me she would fix it and give me my money back and if I didn't really like the way she cut my hair I would have said okay but I didn't want to make her pay for something she didn't do. Because I still want her to cut my hair so she fixed it and yes it's shorter but looks the same so I am happy but I have to keep going every 6 weeks in till it grows out because he layered the crap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I came home washed it and did it and it looks the same so I am happy you can't see it after I do it. Ladies let me just say we have to start standing up for our self's when something like this happens all night I kept thinking why did I stay, why didn't I say something I am not one to just sit there but when I get my hair cut I don't say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did my part today and what was funny is one of the ladies said that they got another call on him yesterday before I came in and this has happened before with him so I think she must have called him and said Don't come back In.... Which is what I wanted to happen do I feel bad he might have lost his job at this time (NO) that is his job to know what he is doing hair is not something you can just hide! And to put me down the way he did it just was not right, All night I felt ugly and wondered if what he said was what everyone thought so Good bye to the bad hair dresser guy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-562048553428916017?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/562048553428916017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=562048553428916017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/562048553428916017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/562048553428916017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-of-hair-story.html' title='The end of the hair story.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8134384420010739032</id><published>2009-04-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:41:25.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my Hair...</title><content type='html'>So I was so mad and that was the only thing I could think of all night I was up till 4am just thinking back to everything he said, So I got up at like 8:30am and called and The Manager and she told me to come in at 10 am when he would be there and that this was not the first time she has gotten calls about him. So I said yeah I will come back because at this point someone needs to fix it and he needs to know to keep his mouth shut. So anyone that knows me this is not going to be pretty but I have to stand up and say something so in less then a half an hour I will be telling it like it is and we will see what happens this should be good! Do I want to do this with him no but then again I want to wear a hat now because I hate my hair!!!! She said well I will give you your money back and I said at this point you can try and FIX my hair the best you can I don't want the money that's not going to bring my hair back (Hello) so we will see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8134384420010739032?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8134384420010739032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8134384420010739032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8134384420010739032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8134384420010739032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-my-hair.html' title='Update on my Hair...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3376158706606403292</id><published>2009-04-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:27:05.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Vent......</title><content type='html'>So today I went to go get a TRIM on my hair, A TRIM but did that happen NO! I went in where I always go and have always walked out happy not today, today I walked in and they called my name I was all happy just to get a TRIM so I sit down at a guys chair which he has never cut my hair and I haven't seen him before but it was okay cause you know how that works there in and there out no big deal. So anyway I sit down and he starts to tell me about my hair color ( WHAT) he even went as far to ask me if I was Goth??? I was like no I am 50* Mexican sorry my skin is white and my hair is dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but here's the deal over this past year I have been trying to make my hair lighter because I hate that it is so dark. And Let me just say he was not a quiet talker which was very embarrassing I can not help that my hair is so black it goes gray and then he starts to cut my hair and I know everyone is wondering why I even stayed and i don't have a answer for that so like I said he starts to cut and let's just say it was NOT A TRIM and then I told him I want side bangs and told him which side he then tells me oh no I'm not going to do that and plus it looks better on the other side. So he puts my hair to the other side and does something to it and he starts again how I am to cheap to get my hair colored from a pro that I have to buy the box kind and it doesn't look good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I felt like knocking him OUT but at this point I just wanted to leave thank Goodness it's only hair and it will grow back but I am NOT happy if he is so good then why is he at Pro- CUTS. I came in to get a trim and I walked out feeling like crap because now I feel like everyone must be like WOW look how white she is and her hair is so dark she must do that.. He is not the only hair dresser that has said this before but let me just set this straight I have JET BLACK hair always have always will color does not take well to my hair because it is so dark my mom had the same color and she was gray at 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel the need to say this ~ on one end I could care less what people think about my skin or my hair but it still hurts. Let's just say I can relate to my dear friend Lynsey when she was upset about her hair cut! I am with you all the way girl and I am so sorry I didn't feel your pain then.So I ask when you see me please don't bring it up cause I hate it and it will just make me mad all over again. and there will be no pics in till this grows out the way I want it.( Oh well when I say no pics I mean of my hair) I just can't get over some people what gives them the right to say these things what if my hair wasn't black and I liked it that way is he saying sorry but it doesn't look good?? Some people have no Class keep your opinions to yourself BUTTHEAD...... okay I'm done now I'm sure all my friends what to know what it looks like sorry you will just have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3376158706606403292?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3376158706606403292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3376158706606403292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3376158706606403292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3376158706606403292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-vent.html' title='Time to Vent......'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2623505819865678627</id><published>2009-03-31T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:32:24.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4Jadon (  It's April walk for these babies)</title><content type='html'>25 DAYS left until the walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event location: Thompson Park, NE 24th St. &amp; Highway 287, Amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Date: April 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;http://www.marchforbabies.org/4jadon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... all babies will be born healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today... too many moms and families know the heartbreak of having a baby born fighting to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined March for Babies because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help by donating today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, safe and secure - just click to make your donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission of March of Dimes is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2623505819865678627?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2623505819865678627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2623505819865678627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2623505819865678627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2623505819865678627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/03/4jadon-its-april-walk-for-these-babies.html' title='4Jadon (  It&apos;s April walk for these babies)'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3481594741833705522</id><published>2009-03-27T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:45:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And to think It's almost April...</title><content type='html'>So here is what is going on in good old Amarillo,TX don't you just love it, It's 24* but they say with the wind it feels like 7* (nice) love these days when were stuck in the house.. They say by Sunday it will be back up to high 60's Now I know why everyone is sick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4451774d7a51324e513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: march" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4451774d7a51324e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3481594741833705522?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3481594741833705522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3481594741833705522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3481594741833705522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3481594741833705522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-to-think-its-almost-april.html' title='And to think It&apos;s almost April...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6394433629320964061</id><published>2009-03-24T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:25:23.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your help!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sclcx9zYymI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eTmfZeRWE9k/s1600-h/slide_371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sclcx9zYymI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eTmfZeRWE9k/s320/slide_371.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316882848561023586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sclaw5RrGyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TgXMcEDTYYE/s1600-h/slide_457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sclaw5RrGyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/TgXMcEDTYYE/s320/slide_457.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316880631142751010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SclaxKkEj5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/_lSAzKJD_9A/s1600-h/slide_196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SclaxKkEj5I/AAAAAAAAAuM/_lSAzKJD_9A/s320/slide_196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316880635783319442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to all my friends I need your help today I am starting again to workout and eat right last time I did this I did lose weight and I felt so much better I am going to turn 33 yrs old this July and I don't want to spend my Birthday wishing I was smaller so here's the deal as many of you know ALL my FRIENDS here Bake GREAT things all the time and let me just say it is very hard to say no to all of the goodies. So In saying that I will ask you if you will help me if we are together and I want to go eat fast food say "Stacy how much do you want to lose" And I will get it and stop. You will not hurt my feelings what so ever you are helping me because It is very hard to do it alone I have to many friends here that are thin and so I need help.... If I bring stuff to your house that only I can eat please don't be mad I love your food but I am really on a mission to lose weight before I go to CA !! Ten yrs with Jon you would think I would like to be hott but I have gained so much since we first met and this will be a gift for both of us. I know Jon says he could care less but I do it has been very hard to keep the weight off alot of my meds don't help either but the truth being is I have to be willing and able to do this and I know I can. I just need my friends to back me up on this and if it's a nice day let's take a walk...Other wise I will be at the Gym taking dance classes which I can't wait to start this week...So pray for me and please help me to get to my goal!I will even show you a before which means after Lorenzo and when we got married and middle after Jonathan and now... Just so everyone can see for them self's because I know my friends will say I look fine but the pics will say it all...I am a brave women i tell you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6394433629320964061?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6394433629320964061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6394433629320964061' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6394433629320964061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6394433629320964061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-your-help.html' title='I need your help!!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/Sclcx9zYymI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eTmfZeRWE9k/s72-c/slide_371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4038145477478447227</id><published>2009-03-20T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:00:57.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know when Life is Good...</title><content type='html'>Let me just say I have alot of friends some that come and go and ones that touch your life forever..I do believe God helps in this area, with the timing and where and how. I have come to see that these friends are not only friends but family, I would lay my life down for them and what a great feeling to know that these same friends will always be in my heart forever I have grown to love so many and they know who they are! Being in Amarillo with no family you make due with what you have and the blessings that come out of that and these are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Great Friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Love my house&lt;br /&gt;3. more time with my family (my Husband and my boys)&lt;br /&gt;4. No Drama just good time's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few but when you don't have family you make family where you are I think of my friends as family like sister's and brother's.. I love the fact that It's just Jon and Me there's no family issue's or drama that happens. I love being alone with him and my boys when ever I feel like it, I love that My friends are his friends and we are happy and in good health I love our ward, I love the green grass and the cows I see every morning I drop Jonathan off for school, I love the schools the boys go to! I love that everything is so close and for the most part the people here are nice and it's small enough for me. There are so many things we are blessed with and I feel we need to look more at that then what we are not blessed with. I have a man that Love's me like no other I have three strong and happy boys and two step- daughters. I have a family that Love's me and not just mine but Jon's to. But I can be here alone and be just as happy because where Jon and my kids are is HOME! So to my friends I love you girls and thanks for putting up with me lol... And the ones that don't live here you know where your place is in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ME~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4038145477478447227?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4038145477478447227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4038145477478447227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4038145477478447227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4038145477478447227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-when-live-is-good.html' title='You Know when Life is Good...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6703406555569888433</id><published>2009-03-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:31:08.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4449794d7a49324e513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Families are Forever" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4449794d7a49324e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as many of you that know me I take lots and lots of pics of my boys but as I see it they already grow up way to fast and I am going to have all these great moments to look back on.. And when I am gone my boys will be able to see these to and see that I loved them with every part of me..So just a Quick update we gave a talk on Sunday and it was Lorenzo's first and he did great I was so proud to be his Mother.. He is getting so big and I know he will keep getting taller soon he's going to be looking down on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan will be 8 yrs old in Oct and he just lost his first tooth about 2 weeks ago he was so happy and to wake up and get a dollar oh my that was BIG Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jadon well I guess I shouldn't be saying little anymore next month he will be 3yrs where does the time go? He is finding himself I should say he talks more and more and that's a good and Bad thing. He had his first blooding nose at Church a little boy punched him but he was fine. When you live in a house with two older brother's I think you get use to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jon and I we will hit our tenth year in Nov. I can't believe it's only 10 seems like forever lol j/k I love this Man more today then I did the first. We are all well and love it here in good old Amarillo we have great friends that we think as family so we couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it love to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ME~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6703406555569888433?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6703406555569888433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6703406555569888433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6703406555569888433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6703406555569888433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1351248659015405148</id><published>2009-02-24T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:51:26.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im in love with 3 boys..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sZdTMxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zsU-OU5QhyE/s1600-h/IMG_3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sZdTMxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zsU-OU5QhyE/s320/IMG_3686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306504462650782482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sQxNVFI/AAAAAAAAAto/aNOM64qlUsc/s1600-h/IMG_3683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sQxNVFI/AAAAAAAAAto/aNOM64qlUsc/s320/IMG_3683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306504460318364754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sBNPviI/AAAAAAAAAtg/JtW9soKYBQc/s1600-h/IMG_3678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sBNPviI/AAAAAAAAAtg/JtW9soKYBQc/s320/IMG_3678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306504456140996130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-24-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are today it was so nice outside so me and some friends went on a long walk I say long cause we started around 11:50am and once I got in my car it was after 1pm maybe cause we were talking but it felt great to get out. I hope it stays like this all week and this weekend I want to go and take some pics of the boys yes I know I take alot but just keep in mind they grow up so fast and I'm not going to pass on these moments I have plus Lorenzo is starting not to like his pic to be taken or maybe he was in a mood who know's but I still made him smile (poor Child)... so here they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1351248659015405148?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1351248659015405148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1351248659015405148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1351248659015405148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1351248659015405148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-in-love-with-3-boys.html' title='Im in love with 3 boys..'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SaR9sZdTMxI/AAAAAAAAAtw/zsU-OU5QhyE/s72-c/IMG_3686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6774067376625920054</id><published>2009-02-16T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:47:25.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>Pay It Forward&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is how it works..... The first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive a hand made gift from me during this year. When and what will be a surprise. BUT, in order for you to leave a comment on my blog, you have to post this on your blog first. (That means that sometime during this year you will send a gift to 3 people as well.) Get it? So, the first 3 people to comment on this post will be the lucky ones! Good Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6774067376625920054?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6774067376625920054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6774067376625920054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6774067376625920054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6774067376625920054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4123026868960856032</id><published>2009-02-16T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:23:46.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The words I should have said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZnnHznbzqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w9MGcLE1VJs/s1600-h/IMG_3675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZnnHznbzqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w9MGcLE1VJs/s320/IMG_3675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303524157506178722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time this Valentine's day we went over to a friends house and had great food and we laughed all night so hard that my side was hurting but that's the best... But at dinner the husband's said something that they either adored or loved about their wife's and every thing that the other husband's said about my friends I couldn't agree with more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have great friends but when Jon told me mine it was so sweet and I just watched him and after 10 yrs being with this man he didn't need to say anything I already know by the way he looks at me. It's a funny thing I can look at Jon and see everything in his eye's and I am at a lost for words when it comes to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls there said something back to her husband that I feel all the time and it was great to hear it, But I have a hard time telling Jon how he makes me feel I show him but words are hard for me I think because when I think about him I love him some much it makes me want to cry. This Man has been through so much with me he has always been there! I always dreamed about the Man that I wanted to marry and he is all that and more, sometimes I wonder what makes him stay but when I hear him say ( Oh How I love this Women ) to me it fills me with such joy. I always say he is my soul mate and best friend so here are the things I want to say about my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan brings out the best in me he makes me want to be a better person and mother,he understands me, he's there when i just need a good cry, or to just yell and vent. When i am sick i see the worry in his eye's i see that he feels lost because he doesn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very hard worker and he let's me stay at home to be with our children he's always there when i need him. And as a friend he makes me laugh and I can tell him anything even if it's not what he wants to hear lol he let's me be me!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spicy wife with all my flaws he loves me I love that i can just wake up and he will say you are beautiful I love that he kisses me before he leaves everyday. I love that my boys look up to him as much as I do I don't think Jon knows that he is the rock in our home that keeps us together! He is so smart it is almost unreal I believe Jon can do or be anything he wants no question about that. I love to hear him speak in Church I love the heart he has and how caring he is to other's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for days about how I feel about him but I wanted to share this if only because when it comes to our husband's some of us don't always say it we think they should already know. That's what I always say but He wants to hear it just like I do so here you go baby I love you with all that I am and I thank God for you everyday And thank you for being the father of my children and A husband to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4123026868960856032?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4123026868960856032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4123026868960856032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4123026868960856032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4123026868960856032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-i-should-have-said.html' title='The words I should have said..'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZnnHznbzqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/w9MGcLE1VJs/s72-c/IMG_3675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-607356423865056096</id><published>2009-02-12T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:47:27.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are the rules:</title><content type='html'>Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick the 6th Folder, then select the the 6th picture in that folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post that picture on your blog and the story that goes along with the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 6 other people that you know or don't know to do the same thing and leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick the 6th Folder, then select the the 6th picture in that folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post that picture on your blog and the story that goes along with the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 6 other people that you know or don't know to do the same thing and leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZRgDb3qVAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/vD0VSN2Afow/s1600-h/PICT1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZRgDb3qVAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/vD0VSN2Afow/s320/PICT1825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301968273459008514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Here is Jonathan with his pumpkin he was very happy at the way it turned out this pic was taken the year before last, so the 1st year we moved here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone that checks out my blog!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-607356423865056096?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/607356423865056096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=607356423865056096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/607356423865056096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/607356423865056096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-are-rules.html' title='Here are the rules:'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZRgDb3qVAI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/vD0VSN2Afow/s72-c/PICT1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-516895884419625437</id><published>2009-02-11T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:49:06.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4Jadon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZNj6c_wLBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HqqF_yOhiwo/s1600-h/Jadon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZNj6c_wLBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HqqF_yOhiwo/s200/Jadon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691042212359186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZNj6fnJ9NI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wsQrzhGm7rs/s1600-h/Jadon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZNj6fnJ9NI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wsQrzhGm7rs/s200/Jadon3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301691042914497746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Everyone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know Jonathan and I had Jadon at 30 week's he was 2 LBS and 12 oz, This is something that is very dear to my heart if you have ever had a baby so small and watch him fight just to live here on earth it is heart breaking. People say that once you have children you forget all about it not true in my case I remember everything. Jadon was a fighter and Thank God he made it through but at that time I wasn't sure if I would lose him that's not what a Mother or Father want to go through. So I am reaching out to all My Family and all our friends to walk with my family on April 25Th 4 jadon Here in Amarillo It is so odd the walk here is in April because my son was born April 15Th. Me and Jon will get shirts I just need to know your size and # of people that would join us in this. we have a web page for Jadon and here is where you go for family and friends out of state you can also donate in Jadon's name on that web page. I have sent with this a pic of Jadon at birth the first one is Jon holding Jadon's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all your support and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Stacy Newman, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to March for Babies. You’ve chosen to participate at: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event location: Thompson Park, NE 24th St. &amp; Highway 287, Amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Date: April 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 10:00 AM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE KEEP/PRINT THIS EMAIL FOR FUTURE REFERENCE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personal Web page has been created for you at: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.marchforbabies.org/4jadon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-516895884419625437?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/516895884419625437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=516895884419625437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/516895884419625437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/516895884419625437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/4jadon.html' title='4Jadon'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SZNj6c_wLBI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HqqF_yOhiwo/s72-c/Jadon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-304512289719386408</id><published>2009-02-01T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:29:11.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So my baby is a Deacon now. (wow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYZMW-TG_WI/AAAAAAAAAss/aqIVxn3rfRA/s1600-h/IMG_3614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYZMW-TG_WI/AAAAAAAAAss/aqIVxn3rfRA/s200/IMG_3614.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298005969211948386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all month I have been so emotional why because my oldest son was becoming a Deacon today and I have all these feeling's today It started right when I woke up I just started to cry, tears of nothing but Joy and knowing that he's not so little anymore. And just to know I have to do this 2 more time's Oh my Goodness I didn't even think I would make it all day without breaking into tears at church on any given moment! I know there are ladies on here that have been through this before I'm sure! But for me this is my first so I hold it close to my heart! My handsome Son stood up there in his new suit and looked as though it was a new beginning and that it is. He came to me later and said he felt so good to be up there with the bishop and how calm he felt. Mind you he was saying he was scared to go up there before hand. That just comes to show you what the spirit does to you. I am so very proud of him and the example he will give to Jonathan and Jadon... I am only sad that our families were not there to share this day with him but I know this is just the start of many things to come. I am very thankful for my friends that give me support each and everyday, You will never know how thankful I really am. To my son I only hope you can see in my eyes the love I hold for you and how happy you have made me and your father. I will save this letter so that one day when you have your own son you might share this with him. I also want to say when I sat in the Bishop's office to set Lorenzo apart I sat and listened to my husband's sweet words to his son and as he spoke he cried and I knew then that I was not the only one who felt Our father around us on this day. And yes Lorenzo's eye's are closed but I had to hurry because our Bishop was going home to take care of his family so I had to just leave it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-304512289719386408?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/304512289719386408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=304512289719386408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/304512289719386408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/304512289719386408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-my-baby-is-deacon-now-wow.html' title='So my baby is a Deacon now. (wow)'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYZMW-TG_WI/AAAAAAAAAss/aqIVxn3rfRA/s72-c/IMG_3614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-282034969219106327</id><published>2009-01-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:46:28.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorenzo</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-282034969219106327?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/282034969219106327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=282034969219106327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/282034969219106327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/282034969219106327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/01/lorenzo.html' title='Lorenzo'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2155393987000952825</id><published>2009-01-28T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:32:04.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time fly's by!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYEGdcDQmRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lnPK57Dvucc/s1600-h/IMG_3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYEGdcDQmRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lnPK57Dvucc/s200/IMG_3458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296521739580250386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been in a mood for weeks now and I can't seem to pull myself out of it, it feels as I am being weight down like something has a hold of me and I am not strong enough to pull through. These mixed emotions are killing me I guess I'm just venting to myself. As a mother sometimes I feel as though I fail the same goes for being a wife or friend. I lose me in all these things I strive to be the best at but is that really me? I ask that question all the time where is Stacy because I can't find her I have always been one to say people show face (which means they act) and I have always thought I was not one to do that. Like I was so strong and open I didn't need to show face and I would say most of the time that is true. But when it comes to family it is different why is that? Is it because they know us better or is it because we love them to much to do that? Either way I have all these feelings going around and around and I can't seem to let it go. I know no one can be perfect but man wouldn't that just be easy or would it? See what I mean Questions that's all I have no answer's Do I give alittle here and there and would that be enough? or would I fall short I feel I always fall short and I know who is doing this to me but I wonder if I am strong enough to get rid of him.... I know I should pray more and do all the right things but sometimes when you feel you have failed it's not that easy! I look at my boys and every night when we say thankful's I am so thankful for just them and I walk out and ask myself what could you have done better. I know everyone has there own moments where some of these questions they have asked themselves and I'm not looking for answer's I just need to vent before I blow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband great kids i have alot of things people would love to have but something is missing and i don't know what it is. I feel if I stand up and say what I really feel people wont like it and i feel by doing that i have lied to myself! when do you know what bridge to cross or which one you burn??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well just thoughts and don't worry i will be fine just needed to write it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2155393987000952825?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2155393987000952825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2155393987000952825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2155393987000952825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2155393987000952825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-flys-by.html' title='Time fly&apos;s by!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SYEGdcDQmRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lnPK57Dvucc/s72-c/IMG_3458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1733846709988893628</id><published>2009-01-22T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:37:08.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay so Im a little cry baby! so what</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6Ntjgk8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/4BWzOhhx_S0/s1600-h/IMG_3594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6Ntjgk8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/4BWzOhhx_S0/s200/IMG_3594.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186106703614914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6N7cVTGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/V7i5XQzBO6s/s1600-h/IMG_3595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6N7cVTGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/V7i5XQzBO6s/s200/IMG_3595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186110431612002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6NffjXtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/uhlfQtfcGRc/s1600-h/IMG_3572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6NffjXtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/uhlfQtfcGRc/s200/IMG_3572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186102928924370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6M2TbvgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AvcWp-GNebA/s1600-h/IMG_3570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6M2TbvgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/AvcWp-GNebA/s200/IMG_3570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294186091872239106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this month as everyone that knows me knows Lorenzo turns 12 on the 29Th and I just can't get over it. I look at him and think wow where did the time go and how thankful for the Church, He meets with the bishop I think this week or next and he is so happy And last week at Church there was a talk about being Mother's and I did start to cry because my baby isn't a baby anymore! He even said last night that if he had is own money he would buy his own suit, We told him he gets a suit for his birthday and he is over the moon. So yesterday I took them out because it was so nice outside and took some pics. And just looking at them brings me to tears I don't know what I would do or even be without my boys they are my world and I know someday they will all leave me and marry and Me and Jon will be alone and that's okay but you always hear when your daughter gets married you gain a son-in law but when your son marry's you lose them I hope that is not true! I know I am looking way outside the box he is only 12 but I just can't believe it's happening and then to be the 1st grandson in The Newman family and My family to go though this is WONDERFUL!! The 1st son to do this in our little family and I am so proud of all my boys and the path that they are on. They teach me so much. And come April Jadon turns three and in Oct. Jonathan enters the water as he will be 8yrs. All our kids have made that choice and Jadon will be the last I couldn't be happier. I have a wonderful husband that just got a new calling and I am proud of his will to serve and be the rock in our family. So yes I am being a little bit of a cry baby this month.hope you like the pics Jadon was in a mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1733846709988893628?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1733846709988893628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1733846709988893628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1733846709988893628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1733846709988893628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-im-little-cry-baby-so-what.html' title='Okay so Im a little cry baby! so what'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SXi6Ntjgk8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/4BWzOhhx_S0/s72-c/IMG_3594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-9113888643272463957</id><published>2009-01-08T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:33:49.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>Okay so I will post this first since I left my Camera from Christmas in Albuq and I am still waiting for it to come back to me I feel lost without it. But the point is I have X-Mas pics on there so that will have to wait. So I have started to work out again and eat right being me I dont like all the GOOD food so I am so Hungry I can't stand it I want to just YELL FEED ME PLEASE!!! Jon has been getting the worst of it let's just say I'm not very nice when I want food that I can't eat. And you might ask well is she eatting yes I am but not what I want, I watch everyone else eat it and it makes me mad~ I'm like a crazy Women but I need to get this weight off and for good on Monday and today I went 5 miles on the bike and did 100 sit ups and 50 last night but I watch the biggest loser and they are like 30-25 lBS less in just ONE week how does that happen I want to know so I can do that! I am hoping that in 2 months I will have lost 10-15 lbs cause I'm going to vegas for a girls weekend! So pray for me that I can do this I was doing so good but then with the end of the year and all the food I just couldn't stand it anymore......Okay Im done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-9113888643272463957?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/9113888643272463957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=9113888643272463957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9113888643272463957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9113888643272463957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3505856672204041496</id><published>2008-12-31T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:24:53.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SVv_InnI65I/AAAAAAAAAqs/0BkxymfNBY8/s1600-h/IMG_3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SVv_InnI65I/AAAAAAAAAqs/0BkxymfNBY8/s200/IMG_3313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286099111186590610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are a new year is going to start every time a year ends and a new one comes I always think of what I would like to change, or maybe do better at. I do know that I will get back into the gym and lose this extra weight that has been a part of me for far to long! Second i want to be and better wife and mother and even a better friend. I lack in these area's and I hope this new year will be better for everyone. This last Christmas was a very hard one for me and I was forced to see things in a different way and one of those was my Husband My rock, My best friend I have lacked in letting him know just how much I love him and how lucky I am for the men in my life. So I will learn to do better in 2009 I hope. I can only ask the Lord for help in this so that I will be a better person. I will start to see the gray area that I so often fail to see. I will be more supportive to everyone in my life but in saying that I also will cross over the bridges that need to be crossed letting go of things that I don't need, letting go of the old and in with the New!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all my friends have a great New Year and I would say to all look around you and the people that stand before you are all you need. The House all the nice things can be gone at any time but the people you see will forever be in your life or in your heart nothing can take that away. I use to say home was where my family was but that is so not true Home is where my husband and boys are! I love my family but at the end of the day Jon and my boys are always there they don't check out when it gets hard, they don't stop loving me when I'm in a bad mood. This is what I thank God for, for letting me have another year with them and with the one's I love. So now that I have said that I ask that everyone Have A SAFE but fun New Year!!!! This is us (missing a slepping baby) saying bye,bye 2008 and Hello 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3505856672204041496?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3505856672204041496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3505856672204041496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3505856672204041496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3505856672204041496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SVv_InnI65I/AAAAAAAAAqs/0BkxymfNBY8/s72-c/IMG_3313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-127474294841589837</id><published>2008-12-14T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:56:37.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how this year has gone so fast next May we would be here 2 years I just looked at the picture i put up of my boys and I just thought wow look how big they have each become. I know I'm having a mommy moment but really in Jan Lorenzo will be 12yrs in April Jadon will be 3 and in June Kiera will be 10yrs Jonathan will be 8 in  oct. and in Nov. kylie will be 12 yrs all these ages mean something special in our church. And in my heart I am so very blessed to have my husband, my best friends my children, families I have so much to be thankful for and it shouldn't take me this time of the year to say all of this but when Christmas comes I get very emotional as the year end's and a new one starts it hits home. I hope all of you that read this have a safe, wonderful Christmas full of love and happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love The Newman family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-127474294841589837?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/127474294841589837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=127474294841589837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/127474294841589837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/127474294841589837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5176173471191657876</id><published>2008-12-06T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:50:26.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to talk about me,me,me (it's a song)</title><content type='html'>So we just went over to our friends home tonight to have a white elephant exchange -party and I have to say we had so much fun.. I was thinking so bare with me since we have moved back here we have found Great friends that we love and adore not that i don't miss my friends in Albuq and you know who you are!! But when we are with these friends I feel they bring out the best in me and Jon. It's really hard sometimes to be away from family and friends and sometime I get Home sick and other time's I'm glad I'm not there for different reason's But I have been thinking alot about Me I'm not the easiest person to get along with I have alot of flaws and I have only one way I look at things, and that's where all my friends come in to play each of them play a different roll in my life and it has made me a better and some what stronger person. I always thought I was strong and it didn't matter if you liked me or not but I have to say I kinda do care, see if you really know me I either Love you with all that I am or I either dislike you there is never a gray area and I find myself feeling different about that. I have friends in my life that bring out my best and I love that and they all show me how there is a gray area and how I need to see from someone else's eye's not only mine. We all walk on different path's in life and we all feel different in some way but in the last 2 years I feel like I have found the person that I want to be. What a great feeling to know who you are and who you wish to be it has taken along time to find me and be okay with that and I am more then okay! God puts us all in place's we need to be either to learn or to teach and I feel like I have done both! It's not so easy for me but I have let my walls come down and it's nights like this that I love my friends even more.... I could name each and everyone of them but I feel like I don't have to because they know who they are.And I thank each and everyone of them for making me a better person and a better friend.. And to my friends that are not here I love you all and miss you more then you know and I wouldn't give one second of our friendship away. And yes I'm being really sweet and soft right now like I said bare with me cause It doesn't come very often... Love ya girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5176173471191657876?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5176173471191657876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5176173471191657876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5176173471191657876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5176173471191657876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-talk-about-mememe-its-song.html' title='I want to talk about me,me,me (it&apos;s a song)'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4142508528728097103</id><published>2008-11-26T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:38:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving to ALL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SS1tN80RJnI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TPVTjphhc1M/s1600-h/CIMG3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SS1tN80RJnI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TPVTjphhc1M/s200/CIMG3322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272990825151800946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all my family and friends near and far to have a Great Thanksgiving and know I am thinking of all of you and your families! We have so much to be thankful for and I am very thankful for all of you in the friendships that we share! Be safe and have a good one from my family to yours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4142508528728097103?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4142508528728097103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4142508528728097103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4142508528728097103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4142508528728097103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-all.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving to ALL!!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SS1tN80RJnI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/TPVTjphhc1M/s72-c/CIMG3322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3008867405110202739</id><published>2008-11-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:51:35.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so blessed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SSc7UALGQnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cxwueFjFV1s/s1600-h/PICT0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SSc7UALGQnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cxwueFjFV1s/s200/PICT0968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271247103690424946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there are times in your life that you can't help but to wonder what if?? Today Jon got a email from a long time friend that we both worked with and Jon was his Best Man at his wedding and the girl he married was LDS but was inactive at the time. And we both hoped that she would come back and that he would see what he could have. Let me just start off by saying I look at my Husband and there are time's I am speechless of the Faith he has and the example that he is and doesn't even know it. I fail to see that people watch us and take things in good or bad and we should always be on the straight and narrow. Not always easy is it not for me I know that. but here is some of that email to Jon from his friend ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have decided to get baptized in the Mormon faith on December 18th or 20th!! They tell me it will probably be the 20th which is a Saturday. And then I understand there is a second part that will be completed on Sunday the 21st. All of this is to take place at the “Sandia Ward?” on Eubank and Candelaria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you are my best friend, and by the way, the one responsible for me becoming interested in the Mormon faith anyway (I was quietly watching you for years there &amp; taking notes–BTW) which I am sure you already knew… I wanted to ask if you would be the one to perform my Baptism and be in the ordinance performed the next day on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew there was something different about you, and being the curious one I am, am very happy I decided to find out more about what kept your temper in check and how you were able to handle a lot of thing much better than I. I hope you can be there, it means allot to me. Thank you Jon for your influence in my life.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now reading that made me cry because I see all of that in my Husband and as I told him you might not know what you mean to people and what a blessing he is even in my own life I had nothing before him and he has blessed me in a way he will never know. And now my kids have a father they can look up to and I can only hope they will follow in his footsteps. There are some other friends that I know Jon was a friend in time of need even when he didn't know them. I have watched Jon pick up a man and carry him to the dinner table because he was weak! I have seen Jon sleep at a hospital beside a man he never met only because he knew it was right and to this day that brings tears to my eyes and yes they are very close even now! I guess what I am saying is people are put in our lives for a reason and at the time we might not know why but we need to be at our best an if that means we go out of our way to let them know what they mean to us then that's what we should do...That's what we are asked to do right. I love my husband and i love his sweet soul. just something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3008867405110202739?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3008867405110202739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3008867405110202739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3008867405110202739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3008867405110202739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-blessed.html' title='I&apos;m so blessed.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SSc7UALGQnI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cxwueFjFV1s/s72-c/PICT0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3983592957677644154</id><published>2008-11-19T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:33:00.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>okay let me just start off with I hate this time of the year for these reason's (SICK KIDS) meaning sick house hold!!!!! It goes around like a fly in my home 1st Jonathan(lil) and Jadon both had coughs and running nose's then Lorenzo got hit with bug, then Jon got hit,then Me on Sunday and now (lil) Jonathan has it... Man I don't know what else to do I have cleaned and cleaned trying to get rid of whatever is in this home. But Nope still here. When it hits one it hits another Love cold weather love to be warm in my bed with my hubby, love soup But hate the colds and the flu and whatever else is out there!!!! I hate to be so mad but I have cleaned more bedding and towels and rugs over this that I am at the point of pulling my own hair out... And the whole here's a trash can make sure you get sick in that my kids don't seem to get. And if you know me I do not do well with that it makes me sick and Jon it doesn't get to but he is at work today so here I am all alone with sickness.. And how I hope this is the last of it. And thanks to my friends that have thought about us with there calls and treats love it. That's one of the up side's to being sick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3983592957677644154?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3983592957677644154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3983592957677644154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3983592957677644154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3983592957677644154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-547483841658954639</id><published>2008-11-14T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:37:53.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great......</title><content type='html'>Great now i have a sick Husband!!!! So I made homemade chicken noodle soup whats better then that?? And Jadon isn't getting any better he started to have a fever last night and still has one today and his cough sounds worse then before but I'm giving him treatments and meds and i hate to take him to the doc when there going to tell me to do the same thing! (hate that) 20.00 dollars to hear what i already know.Anyway just a little update hope he's better tomorrow for his b-day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-547483841658954639?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/547483841658954639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=547483841658954639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/547483841658954639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/547483841658954639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/great.html' title='Great......'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8471396446519898270</id><published>2008-11-12T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:39:03.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the 13th and saturday the 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SRta9q0PMII/AAAAAAAAAjA/7-lz-yJQjsc/s1600-h/Picture+1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SRta9q0PMII/AAAAAAAAAjA/7-lz-yJQjsc/s200/Picture+1351.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267904204651835522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow here it is Thursday will be our 9Th year anniversary it feels like forever but I wouldn't give it up for anything.The only thing is , is Jon has to work but really what can we do with sick kids and being it's a week day? So this Saturday is Jon's Birthday so we will try to go out then. We will see if the boys are better by then. So we always split the year like Jon will do one year and I will do the other this year is mine and I really want to do something nice and romantic but with how the kids are feeling I don't think I should leave them with anyone and of course Bills will be coming so I just don't know what to do? Next year we said on our 10Th we will go some where so I can't wait! Man I love being with this Man he brings things out of me that no one has ever been able to do. He loves me with all my fault's and short comings and teaches me everyday. He makes me laugh when I don't want to and hugs me when I need it. he can look at me and know right away what i am thinking! I love being married and it's even better when your married to your best friend! I thank God for bringing this man into my life everyday! And I only hope I give back everything he gives me. I love how sweet he can be and on the other hand be so strong when I am so weak we have been through so much and yet we are still together and we are stronger everyday! We are ONE I love You Jonathan and thank you for being the father of our kids and the husband I always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8471396446519898270?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8471396446519898270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8471396446519898270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8471396446519898270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8471396446519898270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-13th-and-saturday-15th.html' title='Thursday the 13th and saturday the 15th'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SRta9q0PMII/AAAAAAAAAjA/7-lz-yJQjsc/s72-c/Picture+1351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3481531866393547974</id><published>2008-11-12T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T14:17:51.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids( yeah don't we love that)</title><content type='html'>Okay so I thought I would blog I haven't done this in some time just haven't had much to say I guess. But My two little boys have had colds and with that comes Mommy being tired. Lorenzo was fine he showed not one sign of being sick and the other's were like running nose, cough that kind of thing and now that it's getting colder here I understood and that's why I hate for them to go to church sometimes because people will bring their sick kids and then what happens yours are sick now!!!!! (hate that) anyway so we all went to bed last night I hear some coughs and of course being a mom I know who it is and if it's getting worse it's funny Mom's hear everything, unlike Dads that either hear it and don't do anything or they really sleep that good, but anyways so I finally get to sleep and here it comes 2:04 am and what do I hear splash, splash,splash GREAT who is getting sick in my HALL? SO as many of you know I can not be around anyone that throws up! I just can't I can clean it if it's my Kids and only if it's my kids but I can't see it! So I wake up right away and I say "Jon ,Jon ,Jon finally he wake's up and says what! and I tell him someones getting sick in the hall get up and see if they are okay. Cause to Jon that doesn't bother him at all so he gets up and who is it Lorenzo nice so now I have 2 with colds and one that I think has 24 hr flu. So now where all up I'm cleaning the carpet and the walls Lorenzo is in the bathroom now on the floor and asking him if he feel;s good enough to go back to bed..the answer was (I guess)we put him back to bed and I gave him the trash can since he is on the top bunk which I think is why he didn't make it to the bathroom.. And asked if he was okay and then we went to bed, or I should say Jon went back to bed me on the other hand heared every little thing yes he got sick a couple more times through the night and this morning he said he hurt everywhere so He stayed home in bed or on the sofa and I took Jonathan to school but by this point I am dead tired so Jon goes to work and then I call him and tell him I need him back, so here he is.... I slept till 1:30pm I know but with this Lupus I have to sleep. Lorenzo just now ate some toast so that's good I hope it is just the 24hr bug!! And that none of us get it...... So I will be cleaning my house top to bottom when everyone is at school tomorrow.Don't you just love these kind of nights!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3481531866393547974?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3481531866393547974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3481531866393547974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3481531866393547974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3481531866393547974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-kids-yeah-dont-we-love-that.html' title='Sick Kids( yeah don&apos;t we love that)'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-999752049977416030</id><published>2008-10-29T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:00:01.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Halloween party</title><content type='html'>Here are the boys at our church Party last night I thought I would post it now and not on Halloween night just because I don't think the kids will go very far. I just don't trust the candy and the people and plus it's getting really cold and the kids don't mind. And with Jadon and me not feeling so hot we wouldn't go anyway. So here it is enjoy I think they are so cute but they are my kids lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5445344e44677a4d413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play happy Halloween" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5445344e44677a4d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-999752049977416030?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/999752049977416030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=999752049977416030' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/999752049977416030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/999752049977416030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/church-halloween-party.html' title='Church Halloween party'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6368653087033841675</id><published>2008-10-26T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:41:41.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Amarillo style...</title><content type='html'>So on Saturday we went to one of the Pumpkin patch's here in town with some friends and thank goodness Kabree had a camera cause I forgot mine I can't believe I did that... (thanks Girl) we had so much fun it was a nice day and lots of fun things to do even for us big kids... So here is a Smilebox I made with the photo's and on Tuesday is are fall fest at church so I will have more then enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5445304d5463304d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Pumpkin Patch..." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5445304d5463304d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6368653087033841675?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6368653087033841675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6368653087033841675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6368653087033841675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6368653087033841675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch-amarillo-style.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Amarillo style...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-539922526928451813</id><published>2008-10-23T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:38:43.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there enough Time in The day???</title><content type='html'>I swear sometimes I just feel like I can't get enough done in one day. And I know Jadon does not help he walks behind me and pulls things right back out after I just put them away or he just gets into everything Drives me Crazy!!!! I had Jon take a long lunch today just so I could shop without Jadon every time I take him he pulls everything he can reach out of the basket...People must look at me like I have a wild child. And today well I was at Walmart I had to get two Baskets which isn't the first time but on the other time's I have Lorenzo there to help well not today so there I am with to carts Thank Goodness I know where everything is by now and I go right to it. but I get up to check out and the check out lady Say's to the lady taken her spot oh sure let me take the two carts. And at that time she was still checking someone out.Which by the way right before that lady said that the lady getting checked out said to me did you do that all by yourself and I said yes she said oh my your good. So I thought you know what i am good but then that lady had to make a comment but unlike myself I stayed calm because I had a a dead line... So I rush home get everything put away clean out all the old food put the new stuff in (hate that) anyway then rush to eat lunch before jadon woke up by this time it's 2pm and I have to leave to get the boys at 2:45 so I left and got them then went to Hastings came home got the kids a snack well they did home work then I got to cleaning everything. There's nothing better then to have a clean house food up to the roof and movies to watch!!! But now I am so tired I can't stand it and this week I got up on Tues. at 6am to work out with the girls and tomorrow we are doing it again it feels great but anyone that knows me knows I hate Morning's but we will do this every Monday, Tuesday and Friday I will let you know how long I last at that...Right now I'm just asking for more time or maybe More HELP!! Yeah that's it more HELP Please I will get Jon to help with the laundry tonight well we watch a movie that way I would have to do it this weekend.     "Oh It's a poor me day"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-539922526928451813?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/539922526928451813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=539922526928451813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/539922526928451813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/539922526928451813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-there-enough-time-in-day.html' title='Is there enough Time in The day???'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7062682393866455195</id><published>2008-10-22T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:57:36.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I was doing 10 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;1.) meeting Jon...&lt;br /&gt;2.) Working at Hastings&lt;br /&gt;3.) Babysitting on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Being a single mom &lt;br /&gt;5.) Getting a Divorce!! =-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Things on my "To-Do" list today...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Go Work out with the girls&lt;br /&gt;2.) Clean or pick up the house&lt;br /&gt;3.) take and pick up kids from school&lt;br /&gt;4.) Shower&lt;br /&gt;5.) Get warm and nap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Snacks I enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;2.) cookies &lt;br /&gt;3.) Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;4.) Choc. Cake&lt;br /&gt;5.) Pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Things I'd do if I were a Millionaire...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Build a new house in our favorite place&lt;br /&gt;2.) Help my parents buy a new house&lt;br /&gt;3.) Save for my children&lt;br /&gt;4.) help other children&lt;br /&gt;5.) Go around the world with Jon and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Places I've Lived...&lt;br /&gt;1.) Albuquerque,NM&lt;br /&gt;2.) Amarillo,TX&lt;br /&gt;3.) Grenville,TX&lt;br /&gt;4.) Germany&lt;br /&gt;5.) Wash. State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 Jobs I've Had&lt;br /&gt;1.) customer service manager&lt;br /&gt;2.) Hostess&lt;br /&gt;3.) clerk&lt;br /&gt;4.) Secretary&lt;br /&gt;5.) daycare worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 People I tag&lt;br /&gt;1.) Lynsey Dorsey&lt;br /&gt;2.) Stacey G&lt;br /&gt;3.) Anna Min&lt;br /&gt;4.) Kristine H. &lt;br /&gt;5.) Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you’ve answered the questions on your blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7062682393866455195?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7062682393866455195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7062682393866455195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7062682393866455195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7062682393866455195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2504646612417981691</id><published>2008-10-21T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:13:46.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Mother's</title><content type='html'>My Mother in law sent this to me enjoy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; REAL MOTHERS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers do not eat quiche; &lt;br /&gt;they do not have time to make it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are&lt;br /&gt; probably in the sandbox.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens&lt;br /&gt; and happy kids.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers know that dried play dough does not&lt;br /&gt; come out of shag carpets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers do not want to know what the vacuum&lt;br /&gt; just sucked up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get&lt;br /&gt; their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not&lt;br /&gt; measured by height or years or grade...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It is marked by the progression of Mama to Mom to Mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The Images of Mother:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mama can do anything!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 12 YEARS O F AGE - My Mother doesn't really know&lt;br /&gt; quite everything.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know&lt;br /&gt; that, either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She has no clue!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The beauty of a mama is not in the clothes she wears,&lt;br /&gt; The figure that she carries,&lt;br /&gt; Or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt; The beauty of a mama must be seen from in her eyes,&lt;br /&gt; Because that is the doorway to her heart,&lt;br /&gt; The place where love resides.&lt;br /&gt; The beauty of a mama is not in a facial mole,&lt;br /&gt; But true beauty is reflected in her soul.&lt;br /&gt; It is the caring that she lovingly gives,&lt;br /&gt; The passion that she shows,&lt;br /&gt; And the beauty of a mama&lt;br /&gt; With passing years on ly grows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2504646612417981691?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2504646612417981691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2504646612417981691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2504646612417981691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2504646612417981691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/real.html' title='Real Mother&apos;s'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5954851146771214996</id><published>2008-10-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:01:27.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip this last weekend</title><content type='html'>Well we went to Albuq to help Jon's brother and spend time with family and friends. We went and saw Kiera play soccer and we had a birthday party for lil Jonathan. I got to see Two of my best friends ~ Stacey and Monica... And got lots of pics but as you can see in the pics Lorenzo does not like it when I take his so you will not see much of him.I spend alot of time with my Mom which was great Miss her!!! So here are the photo's enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5441314e7a4d334d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Albuquerque,NM" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5441314e7a4d334d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5954851146771214996?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5954851146771214996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5954851146771214996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5954851146771214996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5954851146771214996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-trip-this-last-weekend.html' title='Our trip this last weekend'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7994748661535411190</id><published>2008-10-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:18:34.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49MgVQrI/AAAAAAAAAio/TWKMubEPItI/s1600-h/IMG_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49MgVQrI/AAAAAAAAAio/TWKMubEPItI/s200/IMG_3188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733713958355634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49epA4EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Tc3BBgeX9N0/s1600-h/IMG_3183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49epA4EI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Tc3BBgeX9N0/s200/IMG_3183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733718826606658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49iw-ycI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HVqthXHtc5w/s1600-h/IMG_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49iw-ycI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HVqthXHtc5w/s200/IMG_2278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733719933766082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jonathan,man how time fly's I can't get over that my boys are getting so big where does time go??? All I can say is how blessed I am to have Jonathan in my life not only as his mother but as a friend just being around him makes me feel good (not all the time) but he is so sweet and loves to hold my hand and give me kisses he has not got the letter yet that says (Don't let anyone see you love on your mom anymore)!! And I love it he tells me all the time how pretty I am. He's just a great child and oh how I love him!! So Happy Birthday my son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7994748661535411190?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7994748661535411190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7994748661535411190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7994748661535411190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7994748661535411190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/jonathan-turns-7.html' title='Jonathan turns 7'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPc49MgVQrI/AAAAAAAAAio/TWKMubEPItI/s72-c/IMG_3188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7777268705151473161</id><published>2008-10-13T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:17:46.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of being sick.....</title><content type='html'>So it all started with Jadon he was sick so I took him in last week I think on Thurs. and the doc said he just had a cold but gave him some meds so it didn't turned into something worse. SO no big deal right none of the other kids had anything Jon and I were good then Friday night came and oh man I felt bad but I thought I was just really sore from working out cause my body ached but nope it didn't stop there slept okay that night then Sat came and mind you it rained all weekend and it hasn't stopped yet, which makes me tired but I slept like 4-5 times on sat off and on. And I still went to sleep early that night which is odd for me if I sleep to much so I wake up on Sunday thinking I should have felt better Nope worse...I can't believe it so I laid in bed all day wrong thing to do I didn't eat but like 3 things and here comes time to go to bed do you think that happened NO I was up till 4:30 am feeling like I could lose those 3-4 things at any time. Then 6:30 comes and the boys get up so I'm up but thank goodness Jon got up with them so needless to say I called the doc today and go in later this afternoon.. On top of that we found out yesterday that with all the rain my closet rug is soaked with water from where you ask we have no idea... but I'm talking SOAKED so we have someone coming out today to see where it's coming from " when it rains it pours" and so it does..... Update on that soon so wish us luck that it's under warranty and all is well at the docs hope your weekend went better then mine.&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7777268705151473161?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7777268705151473161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7777268705151473161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7777268705151473161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7777268705151473161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='sick of being sick.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1700364129444509707</id><published>2008-10-10T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:30:04.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kabree.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPDikv42VOI/AAAAAAAAAig/WiHUX47ZSG8/s1600-h/kabree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPDikv42VOI/AAAAAAAAAig/WiHUX47ZSG8/s200/kabree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255949886099444962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of us girls got together to have lunch with Kabree for her birthday and it was so nice to just get out and have some girl time, and what better way then to be with some great friends love ya girls..... HAPPY,HAPPY BIRTHDAY KABREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1700364129444509707?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1700364129444509707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1700364129444509707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1700364129444509707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1700364129444509707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-kabree.html' title='Happy Birthday Kabree.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SPDikv42VOI/AAAAAAAAAig/WiHUX47ZSG8/s72-c/kabree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2784341884819677868</id><published>2008-10-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:29:37.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B2ufoYJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OxQV1xuWNEk/s1600-h/IMG_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B2ufoYJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OxQV1xuWNEk/s200/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255280592381567122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B22V4rHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/IYYQ1OK16Ho/s1600-h/PICT0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B22V4rHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/IYYQ1OK16Ho/s200/PICT0795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255280594488175730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B2w_ifiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pAybkwDhdtA/s1600-h/ALASKA-2+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B2w_ifiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pAybkwDhdtA/s200/ALASKA-2+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255280593052270114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B29ac4cI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fsjq9vFEIVc/s1600-h/ALASKA-2+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B29ac4cI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fsjq9vFEIVc/s200/ALASKA-2+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255280596386374082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-X61iJtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/I3ywUEo2tps/s1600-h/PICT0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-X61iJtI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/I3ywUEo2tps/s200/PICT0768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276764583831250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YHe_-xI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lz8ph5qHt-Y/s1600-h/PICT0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YHe_-xI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Lz8ph5qHt-Y/s200/PICT0770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276767978978066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YfiwB_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SktWnLcS9ZA/s1600-h/PICT0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YfiwB_I/AAAAAAAAAhg/SktWnLcS9ZA/s200/PICT0754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276774437160946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YjLQ45I/AAAAAAAAAho/e_Y0xZWIIv0/s1600-h/PICT1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-YjLQ45I/AAAAAAAAAho/e_Y0xZWIIv0/s200/PICT1067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276775412392850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-Y4M9vbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ESAVRO1NthQ/s1600-h/IMG_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO5-Y4M9vbI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ESAVRO1NthQ/s200/IMG_1451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255276781056671154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking of all the people in my life that I love and share a wonderful friendship with for different reason's... Of course I love my own family but there's those one's that you know are meant to be in your life to learn from and here are some of mine and if your not on here then I don't have a pic of us or you so bare with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ist~ Stacey man I love this girl she is one of my best friends and I miss her more then she knows...(love you girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd~ Jessica this girl is funny easy to talk to and I love to be around her..(and I also miss her lots) And she is also a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd~Anna Min not only do i get to be around her and talk to her but she teaches me so much and I love her cause she is easy going and listens when i am going crazy.She has been a great friend to me (thank you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Melba~ Oh how I miss this women I learn every time I talk or see her something I can't get enough of she is so good to me and I love her more then she knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th My sister in laws~ these two oh my goodness they are crazy, funny and most of all family we don't always get along and agree but we stick together when it matter's the most.They are sister's that I can count on in there own ways and I love them for that..Monica and Jenny are different in so many ways but I love that because they bring something to the table that the other doesn't have and they teach me and together The Newman boys couldn't ask for anything else!!!! I love you girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2784341884819677868?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2784341884819677868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2784341884819677868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2784341884819677868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2784341884819677868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-and-friendship.html' title='Love and friendship'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SO6B2ufoYJI/AAAAAAAAAh4/OxQV1xuWNEk/s72-c/IMG_1528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6804081938427120295</id><published>2008-10-04T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:40:06.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love seeing old friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbE4uakI/AAAAAAAAAf4/i78HbBrXXXc/s1600-h/IMG_3136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbE4uakI/AAAAAAAAAf4/i78HbBrXXXc/s200/IMG_3136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253354872495827522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbSSW_JI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FqSL8nvt4z4/s1600-h/IMG_3137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbSSW_JI/AAAAAAAAAgA/FqSL8nvt4z4/s200/IMG_3137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253354876093004946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbvDT9kI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WMpZUf2dePY/s1600-h/IMG_3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbvDT9kI/AAAAAAAAAgI/WMpZUf2dePY/s200/IMG_3138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253354883814520386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqb-gPyYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RIxYOkXPij4/s1600-h/IMG_3139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqb-gPyYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RIxYOkXPij4/s200/IMG_3139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253354887962413442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqb47nB-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/TZWMVMLqNf4/s1600-h/IMG_3140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqb47nB-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/TZWMVMLqNf4/s200/IMG_3140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253354886466570210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So The Hastings dinner was last night and I must say Jon and I were Hott!!!! It was so nice to dress up and be able to relax. We were able to see alot of good friends that we haven't seen in forever and that's always nice. So here are a couple of pics we took before going. I was going to take it in but I didn't want to carry it and then I saw everyone with there's.. Should have done it but oh well And I must say Jon was looking mighty fine in his new suit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6804081938427120295?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6804081938427120295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6804081938427120295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6804081938427120295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6804081938427120295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-seeing-old-friends.html' title='Love seeing old friends'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOeqbE4uakI/AAAAAAAAAf4/i78HbBrXXXc/s72-c/IMG_3136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8566427623424030983</id><published>2008-09-30T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:13:36.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKhn09YxII/AAAAAAAAAe4/5tySzeXBGhA/s1600-h/IMG_3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKhn09YxII/AAAAAAAAAe4/5tySzeXBGhA/s200/IMG_3126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251937821070509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKhoSAniqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VMAC45PH0sw/s1600-h/IMG_3127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKhoSAniqI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VMAC45PH0sw/s200/IMG_3127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251937828868688546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKho2tG80I/AAAAAAAAAfI/1YOg5GeG0tE/s1600-h/IMG_3128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKho2tG80I/AAAAAAAAAfI/1YOg5GeG0tE/s200/IMG_3128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251937838718972738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKho6I-pWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lK44rzJdiog/s1600-h/IMG_3129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKho6I-pWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/lK44rzJdiog/s200/IMG_3129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251937839641175394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my last post was me venting sorry just thought I would write it down it always makes me feel better. But I'm back to normal just had a little rough spot and it's gone, The power of prayer and being with sister's really does work! I feel so much better knowing that I am not the only one that feels bad sometimes and they know how to pick me back up and put me back on the straight and narrow so thanks.So this Friday Jon (Hastings) has a black tie event where you have to dress all nice and I'm not saying that I don't have nice dresses but they are for church and I wanted to look really good cause Jon's dad got Jon a Ralph Lauren Suit and I was like Hello what do I wear, Well me and Anna Min have to both Go so Anna Min, And another sister and I went shopping in hope's of finding that one Dress!!! You know what I'm talking about girls so we looked nothing and I even got stuck in one in the dressing room (don't ask) I have lost weight but not that much and I almost had to call the girls to pull it off.... LOL anyway we went to the mall and we looked and then we went into JCpenny's and they were having a great SALE but it was only good till 1:00 and at that point it was like 12:30 so off we went look fast girls and then There they were.... I feel in love and Anna Min's was just as cute..... So needless to say we will look more then great on our hubby's arms... I can't wait to wear it, if you could only see it on I will take pics when I wear it but it's one of those things where you lose weight and something fits Oh so right and your like WOW! this is it.. Here are some pics of Jon's suit and my dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8566427623424030983?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8566427623424030983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8566427623424030983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8566427623424030983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8566427623424030983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-im-back.html' title='So I&apos;m back.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SOKhn09YxII/AAAAAAAAAe4/5tySzeXBGhA/s72-c/IMG_3126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2832173118561832347</id><published>2008-09-24T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:56:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....</title><content type='html'>Man oh man I have been in a mood I can't seem to pull my self out of for awhile now and I talked to one of my Aunts yesterday and she made me feel so good and I love that about her.. Sometimes as women we feel we can't do enough or what we do is not our best or why isn't there enough time in the day to get everything done, or Are our husbands and kids happy. There are so many things that we feel like only WE can do and that's not true yes our kids run to us when they are sick cause only Mommy knows how to make me feel better we know our children we know if they are getting sick or not or if it's bad enough that we need to take them to the docs. I get all that but in that we some time's lose who we are and that is where I have been (not a good feeling) I look at my wonderful family and I thank God everyday for all of them because I do know they were meant to be mine, But there are those moments when you have to stop and remember who You are I'm not just MOMMY, or WIFE I also am Stacy! And I had to realize that..So I had a talk with Jon and I feel alot better but I know I am not the only Mommy or Wife that has felt this way and as a Man he doesn't really understand and that's hard. I wouldn't give up anything that I have Nothing but I need to keep in mind I am only one person and I can't take the world on by myself as much as Jon thinks I can....(not gonna happen) He always Say's I'm super women because of all the things I can do with 3 boys but in turn does he know How hard it is or how stressed out i get???? Questions I don't think I will have a answer for I guess I will keep doing what I'm doing and trust in my husband and God to guide me...After all I am a child of God and he knows me better then I know myself so who am i to not put my faith in him..Well just some thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2832173118561832347?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2832173118561832347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2832173118561832347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2832173118561832347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2832173118561832347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1904456762107496273</id><published>2008-09-17T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:55:18.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgl8W5tyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qGLbZl78G9o/s1600-h/IMG_3112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgl8W5tyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qGLbZl78G9o/s200/IMG_3112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081245836949282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmMO1T_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/tecpPGXxOzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmMO1T_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/tecpPGXxOzQ/s200/IMG_3113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081250098073586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmqpq5nI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RNEw8UFmMcM/s1600-h/IMG_3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmqpq5nI/AAAAAAAAAeg/RNEw8UFmMcM/s200/IMG_3115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081258263701106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmkROmwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/STN5XOXo2wE/s1600-h/IMG_3116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgmkROmwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/STN5XOXo2wE/s200/IMG_3116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081256550570754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgnJozKQI/AAAAAAAAAew/d2MRD32zPLY/s1600-h/IMG_3120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgnJozKQI/AAAAAAAAAew/d2MRD32zPLY/s200/IMG_3120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247081266581547266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I went to the park to get my walk on... lol and so that the kids could play and after I took some pics just for the fun of it and plus my kids love there pic taken.... Watch out ladies because these are some good looken Boys I must say.... =) Jadon always says CHEESE when i take his pic it's so cute..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1904456762107496273?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1904456762107496273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1904456762107496273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1904456762107496273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1904456762107496273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-boys.html' title='My boys...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFgl8W5tyI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qGLbZl78G9o/s72-c/IMG_3112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6549877120424319820</id><published>2008-09-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:29:04.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFaeea8iDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vXSOoO7nmVU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFaeea8iDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vXSOoO7nmVU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074520471996466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tough Love vs. Spanking - Good Argument &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Most people think it improper to spank children, so I have tried other methods to control my kids when they have one of 'those moments.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that I found effective is for me to just take the child for a car ride and talk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Some say it's the vibration from the car, others say it's the time away from any distractions such as TV, Video Games, Computer, IPod, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Either way, my kids usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our car ride together. Eye to eye contact helps a lot too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've included a photo below of one of my sessions with my son, in case you would like to use the technique. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This works with grandchildren, &lt;br /&gt;nieces, and nephews as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6549877120424319820?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6549877120424319820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6549877120424319820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6549877120424319820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6549877120424319820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/tough-love-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SNFaeea8iDI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vXSOoO7nmVU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6778497982839319716</id><published>2008-09-14T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:43:37.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 more Lbs</title><content type='html'>Just in case your wondering I am winning this bet, I have 6 more lbs to lose to get to my goal of shedding those 20 lbs off!!!! I have been working my butt off but since I have till Christmas I will try for a little more I don't want to be to skinny just lose this baby weight... you all know what I mean. I am sore alot and tired but I am not giving up I have been doing this for awhile and I love to see it melt away I feel alot like my old self not pre kids cause I was like 110 lbs I don't want that maybe the lowest I would go is 155 cause I am 5 foot 7 I need a little meat just toned meat....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different not my oldest is going to be a deacon this coming Feb and he already went to a pre class and answered questions and just the thought of that brings tears to my eyes I always wanted a girl but now that I see what my boys will be able to hold and do I couldn't ask for more. I talked with them last night and asked them what they wanted and they both want to go on a mission and yes things might change but for now that couldn't sound so sweet. I said to Jon 4 down and two to go to wash them clean what a feeling as a father to be able to do that (cause keep in mind he also did mine and his girls) so Jonathan has another year and Jadon awhile but I feel I was given boys for all the right reason's and I love them all differently for all the sweet things they bring to me and teach me.... Not only that but we have 3 boys to keep the Newman name alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6778497982839319716?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6778497982839319716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6778497982839319716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6778497982839319716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6778497982839319716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-more-lbs.html' title='6 more Lbs'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3590244869034347364</id><published>2008-09-14T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:18:12.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That still small voice</title><content type='html'>Well I was suppose to go to my Grandpa's 80Th B-day on sat. night and we were going to leave on Friday night spend some time with my Step dad (which by the way I call dad) My father died two years ago. Anyway his father just passed away last week and I wanted to be there for him but when we had everyone in the car said the prayer and hit the road right before we got on to I-40 I had a feeling we should not go, which by the way I have had before and I have always listened but this time I just said to Jon "I have a feeling we need to stay" and he pulled over and told me he hasn't going to go any where if that's how I felt... Which I was so happy my husband didn't question me and that he knew I wouldn't have said that if it wasn't true. But on the other hand this one night my whole family was going to be together but me which I felt like crap but they understood, but it didn't make me feel any better and the Quick death with my own father and now my Dad's I worry about my Grandpa he is okay but his heath is a worry! But who am I to question the spirit? I really wanted to be there but not welling to put my family or myself in harms way or anything else that could have happened. I am so Thankful for that still small voice that guides us and protects us. And believe it or not that night Jon said he had a feeling but didn't want to tell me but he said once I said it , it confirmed how he felt. That tells me we are ONE and we feed off each other. I am very sad but I also know that in a couple of weeks I will go back to see him and my Dad. I thank God for what he has allowed us to have and be blessed with if only we take the time to listen! It might not be what we want to hear! But we are blessed to have that just like our prayers we may not get the answer we want or when we want it but that's not how he works and I have come to realize who am I to question the reason's? I am suppose to believe in him to guide me in the straight and narrow and that's what i did..I hope anyone that reads this can stop and think about your own blessing's and be thankful when you can look around and see your wonderful family and all that he has given to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3590244869034347364?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3590244869034347364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3590244869034347364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3590244869034347364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3590244869034347364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-still-small-voice.html' title='That still small voice'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2574451590486161251</id><published>2008-09-03T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:52:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6Wjg6SW_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/oDu4ypuW1Ck/s1600-h/ee0959a133714d4d3ec2eab327e195b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6Wjg6SW_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/oDu4ypuW1Ck/s200/ee0959a133714d4d3ec2eab327e195b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241792553179831282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6Wj_l6eoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/M3nMwef-FoI/s1600-h/leanne34.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6Wj_l6eoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/M3nMwef-FoI/s200/leanne34.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241792561415879298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6WkehS95I/AAAAAAAAAdM/OG_c1-NhuBE/s1600-h/Picture+1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6WkehS95I/AAAAAAAAAdM/OG_c1-NhuBE/s200/Picture+1343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241792569718011794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2574451590486161251?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2574451590486161251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2574451590486161251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2574451590486161251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2574451590486161251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-it.html' title='Love it....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SL6Wjg6SW_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/oDu4ypuW1Ck/s72-c/ee0959a133714d4d3ec2eab327e195b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2607524794402483405</id><published>2008-09-03T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:31:41.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father's love</title><content type='html'>A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a marathon with me?' The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; father who, despite having a heart condition, says&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Yes'. They went on to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; complete the marathon together. Father and son went&lt;br /&gt;&gt; on to join other&lt;br /&gt;&gt; marathons, the father always saying 'Yes' to his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; son's request of going&lt;br /&gt;&gt; through the race together. One day, the son asked&lt;br /&gt;&gt; his father, 'Dad, let's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; join the Ironman together.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; To which, his father said 'Yes' &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; For those who didn't know, Ironman is the toughest&lt;br /&gt;&gt; triathlon ever. The race&lt;br /&gt;&gt; encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile&lt;br /&gt;&gt; (3.86 kilometer) ocean&lt;br /&gt;&gt; swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ride, and ending with a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; coast of the Big Island &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Father and son went on to complete the race&lt;br /&gt;&gt; together. View this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2607524794402483405?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2607524794402483405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2607524794402483405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2607524794402483405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2607524794402483405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/09/son-asked-his-father-dad-will-you-take.html' title='A Father&apos;s love'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1164281606984177561</id><published>2008-08-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:18:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fave new thing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjsuiMMUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/giy6HNUI36E/s1600-h/IMG_2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjsuiMMUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/giy6HNUI36E/s200/IMG_2856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695942781514050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjtOGe9SI/AAAAAAAAAck/i1EV3fJnJMg/s1600-h/IMG_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjtOGe9SI/AAAAAAAAAck/i1EV3fJnJMg/s200/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695951255237922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjtoV69cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TluEz4zL71M/s1600-h/IMG_2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjtoV69cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TluEz4zL71M/s200/IMG_2858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695958299309506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjuDyXUrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5eZP5Pm0j6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjuDyXUrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5eZP5Pm0j6Y/s200/IMG_2859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239695965666366130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out these are so cool one of the Sister's in my ward started doing these and I had to have one they got the idea from someone in Utah!what it is, is one bag black or brown and you buy shells that attach to the bag. So you detach, remove and attach so cute.....and the shells are sooooooooo CUTE! Go to this web site to see for your self! www.MicheBag.com and my friend that sales these said she would give me a code so let me know if you want one...And look how much room there is, I cant say enough about these.Just go look for your self and anyone here in town I will have a party at my house for these so be on the look out....here is the code if you order online-270100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1164281606984177561?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1164281606984177561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1164281606984177561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1164281606984177561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1164281606984177561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-fave-new-thing.html' title='My Fave new thing.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLcjsuiMMUI/AAAAAAAAAcc/giy6HNUI36E/s72-c/IMG_2856.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-679904319779395004</id><published>2008-08-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:46:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to 6th and 1st grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3viXPG7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/bEOcEC1f8M8/s1600-h/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3viXPG7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/bEOcEC1f8M8/s200/IMG_2848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451343891307442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3v1ha9BI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RYcMmTjDPLc/s1600-h/IMG_2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3v1ha9BI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RYcMmTjDPLc/s200/IMG_2849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451349034300434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3wGgc0II/AAAAAAAAAcU/LRc999d4iYM/s1600-h/IMG_2852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3wGgc0II/AAAAAAAAAcU/LRc999d4iYM/s200/IMG_2852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238451353593630850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they are off and as much as I talked about being ready i was kinda sad but don't worry that will wear off real quick...lol I love my boys but these last couple of weeks they have been so mean to each other.. they were really ready and once they got there they saw all there friends I took Lorenzo Jon took Jonathan and Lorenzo even gave me a little kiss(very quick) I must add like man oh man I can't believe she's asking me for one. Jonathan on the other hand will still kiss me any where lol. 2 down one to go~ one in 6Th grade one in 1st and one at home. Not to bad here are some pics of this morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-679904319779395004?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/679904319779395004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=679904319779395004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/679904319779395004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/679904319779395004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/off-to-6th-and-1st-grade.html' title='Off to 6th and 1st grade'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLK3viXPG7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/bEOcEC1f8M8/s72-c/IMG_2848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-652778308988698537</id><published>2008-08-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:11:38.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLIUdlU73rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/582UYwxc1C8/s1600-h/IMG_2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLIUdlU73rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/582UYwxc1C8/s200/IMG_2843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271815053991602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLIUd4AWC-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/koh28z0OaoY/s1600-h/IMG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLIUd4AWC-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/koh28z0OaoY/s200/IMG_2844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271820067900386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as many of you know I have been waiting for this day to come not because I want my boys to be away from me but it has just been a really long summer and I feel like we all need a break from each other, plus this will give me more time to potty train Jadon alone.... So tonight I cut the boys hair, nails and got there clothes already and they cant wait I even put a alarm clock in there room for the first time we will see how this works! We said our thankfuls and blessing like we always do and they are so happy to meet new friends and Daddy already gave them both a blessing so I feel really good about this year! Here are the boys right before they went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;I will have alot more to say after they come home and tell me how there day went and of course I will take pics of them in the morning...I can't get over I have one in 6th grade and the other in 1st I'm getting old lol&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-652778308988698537?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/652778308988698537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=652778308988698537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/652778308988698537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/652778308988698537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-starts.html' title='School Starts'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SLIUdlU73rI/AAAAAAAAAb0/582UYwxc1C8/s72-c/IMG_2843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6623077298236156494</id><published>2008-08-23T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:10:12.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still working out...</title><content type='html'>okay so I'm still working out and I am really liking it, it makes me feel alot better and sleep good, but today I decided to do laps in the lap pool and that kicked my Butt.... My arms feel like noodles but if it makes me toned then I'm all for it not only do I want to lose weight but I really want to be toned not just skinny....Be in good health is my main goal, so tonight me and a friend are going to take some much needed time alone were going to the movies. Jon had to work nights from last Sunday till this Thurs morning so we have all been a little off on sleep. The boys start School on Monday we went and met Jonathan's teacher for 1st grade she was nice and he had alot of his friends from last year in there and of course his two best friends which he loved... So I was happy about that. Lorenzo I didn't know when his was but I guess it was the day before Jonathan's nice of me to stay on top of things but no one told me!! We went yesterday and got Lorenzo all set up for band this year so that's over with and now we just need to figure out what we want to do as far as sports. with 3 boys I have to keep them busy or they drive me up a wall...well that is about it I will be in Albuq at the end of the month my best friends daughter turn's sweet 16 so I will be there and I will be back on Sept 5Th to meet my man...I know No one would have thought that I was in love with Ice Cube but it is so true... The things we don't tell our friends lol off I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6623077298236156494?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6623077298236156494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6623077298236156494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6623077298236156494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6623077298236156494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-working-out.html' title='Still working out...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-9084762570616659998</id><published>2008-08-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:20:13.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CUBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRr4zBb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hUU0W9b27v4/s1600-h/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRr4zBb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hUU0W9b27v4/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236016962450059170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRsVK_6qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VocOA0aharg/s1600-h/thumbnail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRsVK_6qI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VocOA0aharg/s200/thumbnail2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236016970066815650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRsochAAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1JHUQxmob54/s1600-h/thumbnail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRsochAAI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1JHUQxmob54/s200/thumbnail3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236016975240560642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay for people that don't know this about me I am in Love with a rapper named Ice Cube but he does movies now.... I have had a crush on him since I was little anyway he will be in Albuq,NM on Sept 5Th at a Hastings store...... Do you know what this means I get to Meet him I can't wait and Jon said he was going to ask if I can meet him before hand (through the Music team at Hastings) I am so Happy I could bust. His tickets were like 99 dollars so I wasn't going to be able to go but now that he is making a stop at Hastings before hand I CAN!!!!!! yeah for me thanks for all my long time friends I got the info that my Man was coming so thanks to all of them....you cant see me but I am acting like a little school girl lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-9084762570616659998?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/9084762570616659998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=9084762570616659998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9084762570616659998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/9084762570616659998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cube.html' title='ICE CUBE'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SKoRr4zBb6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/hUU0W9b27v4/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1555518106264800923</id><published>2008-08-13T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:21:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooooo???</title><content type='html'>Not much is going on here just getting the boys ready for School... Yes Texas is behind 2 weeks, I guess there was no vote's asked from parents...lol The boys don't want to go but I'm sure once they get back into it they will love it. Lorenzo starts Band this year so that's good Jonathan will be in 1st with all his friends so that should make him happy. And as far as me and Jadon we are going to have fun just the two of us.. I will miss the boys but it's alot easier with one home then 3 and the two older one's will not stop fighting I think everyone is ready for a change! Alone time the older one's call it! So everyone knows I am trying to lose weight and I have in the last two weeks lost 3-4 lbs which is good but I want it to just slide right off I have been eating right and working out, Jon on the other hand eats what he wants but is working out with me and he has lost 18 lbs what the heck is going on???????? I know men lose it faster but i am working my behind off and I lose 3-4 I could just slap him.. But I am happy for him cause we both need to lose weight and eat better for us and our children, So way to go Hubby but I wish it was the other way around hahahhahaha 10 lbs is by far the hardest to lose I am learning we will see..But I am not going to give up I have to do this for myself to feel better I know people say you look just fine your not big , and I thank them but I am and I need to do this for me I am unhappy with how I look so far I have stuck to it and I hope this is a start of a new life for me, we will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1555518106264800923?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1555518106264800923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1555518106264800923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1555518106264800923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1555518106264800923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/sooooooo.html' title='Sooooooo???'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7981469322963697437</id><published>2008-08-11T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:38:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls came.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4449344e6a63344f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play girls 2008" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4449344e6a63344f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7981469322963697437?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7981469322963697437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7981469322963697437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7981469322963697437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7981469322963697437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls-came.html' title='The girls came.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6991028791601161493</id><published>2008-08-06T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:37:34.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonFazZETI/AAAAAAAAAac/NUwDrJoTX90/s1600-h/Picture+1345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231536891191955762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonFazZETI/AAAAAAAAAac/NUwDrJoTX90/s200/Picture+1345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonFhPj0QI/AAAAAAAAAak/1mLmTYc2gts/s1600-h/Picture+1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231536892920713474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonFhPj0QI/AAAAAAAAAak/1mLmTYc2gts/s200/Picture+1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonGNp5E1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/i-MXaImBlPI/s1600-h/Picture+1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231536904842318674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonGNp5E1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/i-MXaImBlPI/s200/Picture+1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonF_bTt5I/AAAAAAAAAas/tzi6p8odDpw/s1600-h/Picture+1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231536901023053714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonF_bTt5I/AAAAAAAAAas/tzi6p8odDpw/s200/Picture+1380.jpg" width="20" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonGKAIcRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DbyGzyFz8Jg/s1600-h/Picture+1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231536903861858578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonGKAIcRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DbyGzyFz8Jg/s200/Picture+1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many these are just some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6991028791601161493?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6991028791601161493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6991028791601161493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6991028791601161493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6991028791601161493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/more.html' title='more'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJonFazZETI/AAAAAAAAAac/NUwDrJoTX90/s72-c/Picture+1345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1864156177781763490</id><published>2008-08-06T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:23:10.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokOZDXgKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7_C_hVJMlw8/s1600-h/Picture+1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533746806030498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokOZDXgKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7_C_hVJMlw8/s200/Picture+1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokOzJDKAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/7DQj1b3BmYQ/s1600-h/Picture+1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533753809184770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokOzJDKAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/7DQj1b3BmYQ/s200/Picture+1340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokPLzyd_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FKwHd_NwKYw/s1600-h/Picture+1334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533760430897138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokPLzyd_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FKwHd_NwKYw/s200/Picture+1334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokPphAw4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NpRZGBsdIQQ/s1600-h/Picture+1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533768405205890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokPphAw4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/NpRZGBsdIQQ/s200/Picture+1385.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokP1DKGNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/owLzYzrR0Ck/s1600-h/Picture+1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231533771501213906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokP1DKGNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/owLzYzrR0Ck/s200/Picture+1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Anna Min's Mother In Law we had these great pics taken last night...... And I love them I wish I could have lost a little more weight but I love them no matter what, Tell me which one I should blow up for over our bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1864156177781763490?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1864156177781763490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1864156177781763490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1864156177781763490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1864156177781763490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/jon-and-i.html' title='Jon and I'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJokOZDXgKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7_C_hVJMlw8/s72-c/Picture+1325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2319802319196480224</id><published>2008-08-05T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:51:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's jadon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigZQKMRMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PrTlmzuyQWU/s1600-h/IMG_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107322885719234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigZQKMRMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PrTlmzuyQWU/s200/IMG_2767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigZwZRlNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8hcB3NhImkg/s1600-h/IMG_2765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107331538916562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigZwZRlNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/8hcB3NhImkg/s200/IMG_2765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJiga1E-F0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pZX-C38L75c/s1600-h/IMG_2762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107349975799618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJiga1E-F0I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pZX-C38L75c/s200/IMG_2762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigbF0N24I/AAAAAAAAAZs/o4_jNoPUtOU/s1600-h/IMG_2764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231107354468932482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigbF0N24I/AAAAAAAAAZs/o4_jNoPUtOU/s200/IMG_2764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my poor baby has been sick and yesterday just happened to be his Doc Appt. which was great timing, he just has a cold of some sort but he had to get 4 shots. Which he is still feeling I have been rubbing them out but boy he screams but I know I have to or they ill get hard and hurt worse. Well last night The Doc gave me some meds for him cause he has a really bad cough and here is the out come of that_see pics it was so funny Jon couldn't feel his arm for like 10 mins I had to grab my camera can't miss these shots. And there are some other ones where I had just given him a bath and put his hair up for fun and put him in lock down if you don't know what that means I put him in his room with a gate so I can get some stuff done with out him messing everything up behind me........ Gotta love him Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2319802319196480224?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2319802319196480224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2319802319196480224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2319802319196480224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2319802319196480224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/heres-jadon.html' title='Here&apos;s jadon'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJigZQKMRMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PrTlmzuyQWU/s72-c/IMG_2767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7792456737301968505</id><published>2008-08-02T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:04:07.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Please....</title><content type='html'>Okay I made a bet with my sister in law that the next time I see her I will be 20 Lbs or more thinner, the time will be X-Mas she also has to lose some weight so we will see who wins it makes it funner this way. but I need any help I can get with how to do this I am already working out at the town club and i have layed off the cokes for the most part and some other things. So I am on my way i have lost 2 lbs this week but I want to win....heeheehee plus I want to be thin once again so any help would be great........ from all you thin women out there share your secrets lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7792456737301968505?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7792456737301968505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7792456737301968505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7792456737301968505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7792456737301968505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-please.html' title='Help Please....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4571649724234410993</id><published>2008-07-30T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:54:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJD_QKe0gWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IgnKTBkImkY/s1600-h/Picture+976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228959820533760354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJD_QKe0gWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IgnKTBkImkY/s200/Picture+976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; since we have been back we have been playing catch up or I should say I am I can't get enough sleep and on top of that I didn't work out for two weeks~ bad on my part~cause now I'm doing over time.....But the great thing that has come out of this is I have Jon working out with me!!! Yeah I have been trying to get him in there forever and he loves it, so I am very happy about that and not only that but we like to work out together it's so nice to have him there with me... And he plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bball&lt;/span&gt; on weds. nights and starts baseball on Thurs. nights again so he's getting his work outs in. i just need to get my butt into gear, I'm thinking on another note that I need to get us all back on a schedule again before school starts but I like sleeping in oh what to do??? I am really looking forward to school starting the boys are fighting all the time it seems and it is driving me crazy. When I was young I was outside all the time I would cry if I had to come in for dinner now a days these kids never want to play outside. Unless I take them some where and that's where the Town club comes in to play cause they can swim there (nice). But to get them to go in the back yard or play on the tramp that they begged for forget it. So yes I am ready and I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jadon&lt;/span&gt; is too!!! So there it is my life as of right now...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; wish me luck only one more month and school starts and maybe by then I will have lost some LBS and be sane again! Enjoy a good laugh on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4571649724234410993?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4571649724234410993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4571649724234410993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4571649724234410993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4571649724234410993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SJD_QKe0gWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IgnKTBkImkY/s72-c/Picture+976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2143345424423181974</id><published>2008-07-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:53:33.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Were back...</title><content type='html'>We had a great time this last week we went to Albuq,Nm on Weds. then on Thurs we drove up to Cascade Village,CO. We went to Silverton and Hot Springs which I loved and there we had are Good friends the Sego's come and meet up with us and spend a day with them ~ miss them lots~ and the rest of the time we just spend with our families and we laughed all night and ate all day it was so nice but By Sunday I was so ready to come home and sleep in my own bed and get the boys back on track. So today I have to go buy food and get ready for a new week........ here are some great pics of our trip enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4441344e7a51784e513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Just Photos II" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4441344e7a51784e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2143345424423181974?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2143345424423181974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2143345424423181974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2143345424423181974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2143345424423181974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-back.html' title='Were back...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7634340636351456137</id><published>2008-07-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:06:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Birthday gift from the boys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VCafiKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OQnoP-nueXk/s1600-h/IMG_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222901595198425250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VCafiKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OQnoP-nueXk/s200/IMG_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VdP9aUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ha8_QBAoIzA/s1600-h/IMG_2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222901602402003266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VdP9aUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Ha8_QBAoIzA/s200/IMG_2542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VziZz4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pH1f69XzlnU/s1600-h/IMG_2543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222901608384941954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VziZz4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pH1f69XzlnU/s200/IMG_2543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah look what the boys got me for my birthday I am soooooo happy but guess what I don't know how to use it but Jon got this one because it has a DVD that's goes with it lol... I Can't wait to use it I want to make all kinds of stuff, But when i find out what that is I will tell you. But I am so happy he was going to get me a bread Machine which I would have loved and always wanted but I am trying to lose LBS HELLO that wont help. but I love how he listens to these things I have said I wanted we are going to CO for my birthday and he said his gift I will get up there can't wait to see what that is!!!! just to get away with my family is good enough for me. The older you get the more you don't need all the gift's but the CAKE you do.... Bread No Cake YES..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7634340636351456137?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7634340636351456137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7634340636351456137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7634340636351456137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7634340636351456137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-birthday-gift-from-boys.html' title='Early Birthday gift from the boys....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHt5VCafiKI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OQnoP-nueXk/s72-c/IMG_2541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-4724135107880627507</id><published>2008-07-11T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:22:45.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks you Guys.....</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all my friends that are being supportive of me working out, It really helps I think I am really getting into it for the first time.. Like I can't wait to get back in there but I have to pace myself but I am going now with a friend she teaches there so you know she doesn't need to work out and that's okay I like someone to go with it really helps and I don't eat fast food really anymore it's funny I get for the boys and Jon but not me... Nope and I have cut back on my Cokes which is huge if you know me, I really only get them when we go out to eat for dinner but not in the house.. I really want to lose this weight so what ever I need to do that I can do I will... So thanks again I love ya guys and it just shows how friends are always there even for something this small ........... and once I start to show that I am losing I will put a before and after photo!&lt;br /&gt;Stacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-4724135107880627507?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/4724135107880627507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=4724135107880627507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4724135107880627507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/4724135107880627507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-you-guys.html' title='Thanks you Guys.....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8952654386066129187</id><published>2008-07-09T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:47:38.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay so i'm sick....</title><content type='html'>Okay so first last week I was so sore from working out i couldn't even walk and as soon as that stopped I caught a cold or something because now I have No voice... Which I am so sure Jon and the Kids are Loving this right now...... I had to have Jon come Home yesterday to watch the Kids because I couldn't talk and I was SO tired so what did I do I Slept ALL Day which was really great but do you think I slept last night that would be a NO!! I can't win not only that but tonight is Little Women and I can't go and the Leader has a son that has strep and now she has it and Sarah broke a couple of toes (Nice I know) so needless to say I don't think were going to have it tonight. On another note I did take a Zumba Class on Monday and it was so much fun loved it ~ got a work out and got to shake my butt whats better then that??? Jon also went to work out and so when we got home I showed him our work out and he said " If i would have seen that I would have not been able to do anything"!! That's so funny and I told him there was this guy that kept walking by because there is a window, but the only thing down there are the pools and he was not wearing any swim wear... ummmmmm I wonder...lol any way there's my story and I'm sticken to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8952654386066129187?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8952654386066129187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8952654386066129187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8952654386066129187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8952654386066129187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/okat-so-im-sick.html' title='Okay so i&apos;m sick....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8220731898315169607</id><published>2008-07-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:12:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics at sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDMzFNJwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/E72kN1mu5aI/s1600-h/Picture+1215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220027330248648450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDMzFNJwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/E72kN1mu5aI/s200/Picture+1215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDNa0dQlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lgzarE2-zB0/s1600-h/Picture+1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220027340915819090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDNa0dQlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/lgzarE2-zB0/s200/Picture+1216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDNi4mLZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RX7fFf3oMnk/s1600-h/Picture+1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220027343080664466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDNi4mLZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RX7fFf3oMnk/s200/Picture+1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDOM4VxoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/f1_N113QAE4/s1600-h/Picture+1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220027354353878658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDOM4VxoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/f1_N113QAE4/s200/Picture+1219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would take some sunset pics one night and a rainbow over my house.... so here they are....I wish the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; would have drop a pot of gold in my yard.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8220731898315169607?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8220731898315169607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8220731898315169607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8220731898315169607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8220731898315169607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-pics-at-sunset.html' title='some pics at sunset'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHFDMzFNJwI/AAAAAAAAAXw/E72kN1mu5aI/s72-c/Picture+1215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3079481901751060028</id><published>2008-07-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:07:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJxvr5hPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eGNqyhq5uK8/s1600-h/IMG_2523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964193317946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJxvr5hPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eGNqyhq5uK8/s200/IMG_2523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJx50EQHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QjO1ImkirNg/s1600-h/IMG_2528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964196036558962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJx50EQHI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/QjO1ImkirNg/s200/IMG_2528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJyYcqn1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uosdEQ6GxxE/s1600-h/IMG_2534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964204259909458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJyYcqn1I/AAAAAAAAAXY/uosdEQ6GxxE/s200/IMG_2534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJygkVR3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/fkJ6d5T0lHM/s1600-h/IMG_2531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964206439548786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJygkVR3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/fkJ6d5T0lHM/s200/IMG_2531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJy8K1jGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-fbi9qsMOpM/s1600-h/IMG_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219964213848804450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJy8K1jGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-fbi9qsMOpM/s200/IMG_2510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;love the 4th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3079481901751060028?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3079481901751060028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3079481901751060028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3079481901751060028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3079481901751060028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-pics.html' title='4th pics'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHEJxvr5hPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/eGNqyhq5uK8/s72-c/IMG_2523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2780250448180266466</id><published>2008-07-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:06:38.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4Th of July....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7jenv4DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mRptYSwXCYM/s1600-h/IMG_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948555056177202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7jenv4DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mRptYSwXCYM/s200/IMG_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7kImPQqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/I7nBGkQouT8/s1600-h/IMG_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948566324134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7kImPQqI/AAAAAAAAAWw/I7nBGkQouT8/s200/IMG_2489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7klQbsxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RM329H3HbUs/s1600-h/IMG_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948574017303314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7klQbsxI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RM329H3HbUs/s200/IMG_2494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7lW9Em1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/HSJVAjRwll0/s1600-h/IMG_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219948587357870930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7lW9Em1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/HSJVAjRwll0/s200/IMG_2485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so nice to have Jon home for a 3day weekend he had a hard week at work and I was so sore from working out I couldn't even walk right (not funny).. So we talked about what we wanted to do we had some invites to some parties but me nor Jon wanted to go and have to do the talking thing or even smile we were so tired, so we went and got steaks (love them) and some other stuff came home ate a great meal. And where we live you can see the fire works that the park puts on every year. Just without the cost or the stress of finding somewhere to sit, plus they were banned here any way.... So when it got dark we pulled are chairs out ~bug sprayed~ every one and watched the fire works it was great the baby slept through it all.And did I tell you no one but Jadon got up before 12:30 that day. I got up at 7:30 am because Jadon was up &lt;em&gt;I got him a bottle changed his diaper and back to bed he went it was soooooooo nice I can't even tell you..We had a nice quiet weekend those are the best I took the boys to see a movie yesterday afternoon then Jon took them to swim and then we ate dinner and he took them to another movie well me and Jadon stayed home I am not feeling to hott so it was nice. Yes we are Big Movie buffs... here are some pics from the 4th ~1st here are some of that day because it wouldn't have been right to be BBQing without getting wet so here are the kids that day.Even Jon was in on the action me your lucky there's a pic with shorts on lol....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2780250448180266466?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2780250448180266466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2780250448180266466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2780250448180266466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2780250448180266466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4Th of July....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SHD7jenv4DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/mRptYSwXCYM/s72-c/IMG_2505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6235450547392665450</id><published>2008-07-03T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:54:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a6b784e6a67354e513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play The boys" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a6b784e6a67354e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6235450547392665450?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6235450547392665450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6235450547392665450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6235450547392665450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6235450547392665450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-smilebox-scrapbook.html' title=''/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-8154441382111366613</id><published>2008-07-01T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:17:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqszwiecdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GwxsU30kPCQ/s1600-h/Picture+1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173123464950226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqszwiecdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GwxsU30kPCQ/s200/Picture+1185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs0Ntq58I/AAAAAAAAAWI/1vrjGd5fq4U/s1600-h/Picture+1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173131296532418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs0Ntq58I/AAAAAAAAAWI/1vrjGd5fq4U/s200/Picture+1186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs0RctT4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ru-VZ1yDB6A/s1600-h/Picture+1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173132299128706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs0RctT4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Ru-VZ1yDB6A/s200/Picture+1194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs03owC8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/AahIzMJ5Qx4/s1600-h/Picture+1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173142550186946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs03owC8I/AAAAAAAAAWY/AahIzMJ5Qx4/s200/Picture+1269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs1M00API/AAAAAAAAAWg/3QzjIeGyBuk/s1600-h/Picture+1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173148237922546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqs1M00API/AAAAAAAAAWg/3QzjIeGyBuk/s200/Picture+1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my wonderful boys, I can't stop taking picture's I love taking them I feel like they grow up so fast and I'm not willing to let that time slip away and have nothing to share with them...I have gotten to the point that my camera is always in my car, Jon hates that I take so many but OH Well I love it and so do the boys, when they get married they will each have a Scrap book and a DVD of when they were young and all those in between moments......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-8154441382111366613?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/8154441382111366613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=8154441382111366613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8154441382111366613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/8154441382111366613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/pics.html' title='Pics....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGqszwiecdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GwxsU30kPCQ/s72-c/Picture+1185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1298606397138928193</id><published>2008-07-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:24:03.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I started working out at a Town Club which is really great we have two here in town, and the reason I think it's great is because not only do I get to work out but the boys can swim, so like today I'm working out every other day just so I don't push myself to hard. So I did a class yesterday and man am I feeling it lol but today I will take the boys to swim and get them out and they love it every one's happy....And Hastings Pays for it so that makes it Extra Great as long as Jon goes 8 times a month which is also nice because I have been on him to work out for almost 8 years so maybe with this going so well I will be able to lose these pounds.. I don't want to lose alot but enough to make me feel better. And I have to say CONGRAT'S to my friend Anna Min for having a Baby Boy I think we were all very happy to hear he came and everything was Great! I have not seen him yet but I can't wait and the girls are so happy there Mom and brother are home and doing well. Well I'm off hope all is well with everyone~ Happy Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1298606397138928193?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1298606397138928193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1298606397138928193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1298606397138928193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1298606397138928193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/07/sore.html' title='SORE!!!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-3359976989098667865</id><published>2008-06-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:35:21.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking......Not Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4smzTLZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FLQBCUxsqYU/s1600-h/tmp28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301076220325266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4smzTLZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FLQBCUxsqYU/s200/tmp28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4slSJQiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9jSEcPf1hTI/s1600-h/tmp7D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301075812827682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4slSJQiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9jSEcPf1hTI/s200/tmp7D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4sz5MiZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Qh7zdHt1iOs/s1600-h/tmp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301079734716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4sz5MiZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Qh7zdHt1iOs/s200/tmp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so as many of you know My Father passed away about 2 years now it was right after Jadon was born when I was in the hospital my Uncle had passed away and I couldn't go be with Family because I was on bed rest with Jadon for a week in the Hospital. So that was really hard on my family and then to have such a small baby 2 lbs and 12 oz and fighting for my own health the timing was not good ~ But on Christmas the year before my Mother in law got me a scrap book and I didn't know what to do with it mind you I have never been into that before. So I started putting picture's of my boys and thought what a great gift for my father, which lived in Florida since he never really saw them. Mind you we really didn't know each other either in till I was grown and married did we become close. Anyway after Jadon was out of the Hospital I was able to finish this Book and I gave it to my mom to mail off~ well my dad got it about 2 days later and he had some friends over for a swim party and he showed it off to everyone and said how proud he was of his grandson's~ and of the man I married and that night as he layed watching t.v. he passed away. Never getting to meet Jadon and only seeing my other two boys once and twice. When we went to Florida this last week all my feelings seem to come forth to be in the house my dad died in is Very hard and to know my son's will grow up not knowing him kills me. There are so many times that I wonder why all that happened to me at once My uncle then Jadon being so small and fighting a battle that I couldn't help him through and then not even two months later losing my father It's so hard not to wonder why. But I have to say I feel my Dad has given me more answers now then ever before I feel in my heart that my Step Mom deserves to move on and feel so sad for her to be alone but I don't know how I would feel to see another man in his place. I was so happy that Jon got to go with me because all those raw emotions come forth when I'm there if only he would have said that he wasn't feeling well and to come see him but there was no warning no goodbye's no I love you's, So I hope that no matter what you let your love one's know just what they mean to you and not to let that time pass you my....I guess with Father's day behind us I still feel so sad that I wasn't able to spend it with him. Just as long as it took me to make That book it took me this long to make a DVD of him and I shared it with his Wife but it took two years for me to finish because I couldn't get through it... I guess what I am saying is make every day count!!!!! And be so very Thankful for the Family you have let them know each and everyday.. I love you dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-3359976989098667865?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/3359976989098667865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=3359976989098667865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3359976989098667865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/3359976989098667865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinkingnot-good.html' title='Thinking......Not Good'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SGB4smzTLZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/FLQBCUxsqYU/s72-c/tmp28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-6517333696878273910</id><published>2008-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:47:06.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing One-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGQAJcnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NZyxgQaSjPw/s1600-h/IMG_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547251800142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGQAJcnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NZyxgQaSjPw/s200/IMG_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGsLWP6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JwX8Wbyaxvw/s1600-h/IMG_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547259363311522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGsLWP6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JwX8Wbyaxvw/s200/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGzcE9UI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-2rye8gR-X0/s1600-h/IMG_2277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547261312529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGzcE9UI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-2rye8gR-X0/s200/IMG_2277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LHO8fe7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/egmj-HJu65Q/s1600-h/IMG_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547268696243122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LHO8fe7I/AAAAAAAAAUs/egmj-HJu65Q/s200/IMG_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LHdfsnuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nEHudY7CuVw/s1600-h/IMG_2279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214547272602001122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LHdfsnuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nEHudY7CuVw/s200/IMG_2279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my Things love these shirts picked them up in FL at DW to cute..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-6517333696878273910?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/6517333696878273910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=6517333696878273910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6517333696878273910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/6517333696878273910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thing-one-three.html' title='Thing One-Three'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3LGQAJcnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NZyxgQaSjPw/s72-c/IMG_2274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1162825618521039364</id><published>2008-06-21T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:39:04.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3JS1MmpCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SVu9VPdhJ0g/s1600-h/IMG_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214545268919673890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3JS1MmpCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SVu9VPdhJ0g/s200/IMG_2289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3JTHDpvFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BrqGUCSPhLw/s1600-h/IMG_2293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214545273713966162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3JTHDpvFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BrqGUCSPhLw/s200/IMG_2293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight we went out with some friends for dinner and had a great time laughing and talking it was so fun, It's nice to have great friends that understand and get you!!! Some times that's hard to find because if you know me there is No in Between it's Black or White..And I can be very honest at times but If I love you I will give you everything I have, But i would have to say even if I didn't I would not turn my back on you. So I guess that makes me sound a little better. That's how Jon balances me out I have learned alot being in the Church and meeting new people and Understanding were not all alike and that's okay but that also doesn't mean I will have you over for dinner lol....... But to be Honest my Family and friends are everything to me and I am just happy to have the friendships that I do. With having all our family in NM it's nice to be able to turn to my friends so thanks.... Anyway Jon got happy with the camera tonight so here are some pics.. And I have to say she's one hot Momma lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1162825618521039364?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1162825618521039364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1162825618521039364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1162825618521039364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1162825618521039364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/date-night.html' title='Date Night....'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SF3JS1MmpCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/SVu9VPdhJ0g/s72-c/IMG_2289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2693211368137273267</id><published>2008-06-20T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:09:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvViXqs5hI/AAAAAAAAATE/gmLyMJpKkck/s1600-h/IMG_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213995780056868370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvViXqs5hI/AAAAAAAAATE/gmLyMJpKkck/s200/IMG_2287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvVihYWjZI/AAAAAAAAATM/z-r9PX-bW3M/s1600-h/IMG_2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213995782664261010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvVihYWjZI/AAAAAAAAATM/z-r9PX-bW3M/s200/IMG_2281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvVi0qPlQI/AAAAAAAAATU/IbY6x6SCJic/s1600-h/IMG_2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213995787839575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvVi0qPlQI/AAAAAAAAATU/IbY6x6SCJic/s200/IMG_2288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went and had my Wisdom tooth pulled no big deal Dr. Lamb is the best but my head is killing me I just want to go lay down but I can't I have 3 wonderful boys....lol Half of my face is numb and on top of that I have not ate anything today just because when I got up it was 7am EARLY if you know me because I am still on FL time zone(nice) and I don't like to eat early it makes me sick and I called right around 8:30am and they got me right in... So there you have it poor me, But now I just want to go close all my blinds and turn on my fan and go back to sleep!! Just one of those days. Yesterday we had some crazy weather and I was out side taken pictures we even had a tornado and yes I was outside but it wasn't by me it was by the airport.. It was scary but I had to film it... Hello so here are some photo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2693211368137273267?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2693211368137273267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2693211368137273267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2693211368137273267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2693211368137273267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom teeth'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFvViXqs5hI/AAAAAAAAATE/gmLyMJpKkck/s72-c/IMG_2287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7782470058166287291</id><published>2008-06-19T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:17:03.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay GOLDEN RULE</title><content type='html'>Never ask a Women if she is Pregnant unless she has told you herself, or if she is very skinny and then gets a belly and only a belly and only if your good friends....... I was asked a couple of weeks ago and I was so mad and hurt all in one so Don't do that. if I wasn't feeling bad enough about the weight I have NOT loss since Jadon then this just pushed me over the edge, people Gain weight get over it..... We can't all have 3 or more kids and be a size 7 hello!!!!!!! Okay I'm done thanks lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7782470058166287291?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7782470058166287291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7782470058166287291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7782470058166287291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7782470058166287291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-golden-rule.html' title='Okay GOLDEN RULE'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-7356755032863949784</id><published>2008-06-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:12:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sara I was tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I2QNduTJoBM/SEzStpcDtuI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SDqKa0XptXE/s1600-h/20080608210533780_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sara has tagged me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One thing I have to have at night is popcorn.... Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to sleep with a fan on so it hits my face but I also have to have 3 blankets on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I hate to hear people chew~ gum, food anything.. drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I hate to hear people eat something in a bowl because the spoon hits the sides&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. My sister's kids are genetically half siblings to my kids--Sisters married brothers the 1st time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I never wash my face with soap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to wear socks I hate to be bare foot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love to Clean crazy i know but if I am stressed or mad I will clean to calm me down.... But no I will not come clean your house...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-7356755032863949784?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/7356755032863949784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=7356755032863949784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7356755032863949784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/7356755032863949784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-sara-i-was-tagged.html' title='Thanks Sara I was tagged...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5370397454345997488</id><published>2008-06-19T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:48:20.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more pics from our trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiAxgqwNI/AAAAAAAAASc/jL0FNG-xZzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587284064649426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiAxgqwNI/AAAAAAAAASc/jL0FNG-xZzQ/s200/IMG_2078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiBWfyjfI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_qyaakm0Kc/s1600-h/IMG_1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587293993078258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiBWfyjfI/AAAAAAAAASk/N_qyaakm0Kc/s200/IMG_1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiBr_bKYI/AAAAAAAAASs/DIL1DTjE-NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587299762907522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiBr_bKYI/AAAAAAAAASs/DIL1DTjE-NQ/s200/IMG_1966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiCEaZmHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hRy8YZ1-0uI/s1600-h/IMG_1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587306318502002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiCEaZmHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hRy8YZ1-0uI/s200/IMG_1983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiCq9ClKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5TkYE9EuABk/s1600-h/IMG_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587316664341666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiCq9ClKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5TkYE9EuABk/s200/IMG_2043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way you will never see me like this again &lt;--------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5370397454345997488?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5370397454345997488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5370397454345997488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5370397454345997488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5370397454345997488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-more-pics-from-our-trip.html' title='Some more pics from our trip'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpiAxgqwNI/AAAAAAAAASc/jL0FNG-xZzQ/s72-c/IMG_2078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5890888195917827508</id><published>2008-06-19T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:32:17.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfZx7ecwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Yt2Ao2HTYqk/s1600-h/IMG_2110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584415138935554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfZx7ecwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Yt2Ao2HTYqk/s200/IMG_2110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfaUn46hI/AAAAAAAAASE/zjTb5GoHs6E/s1600-h/IMG_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584424452024850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfaUn46hI/AAAAAAAAASE/zjTb5GoHs6E/s200/IMG_2136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfay8nnaI/AAAAAAAAASM/W5lw6niAuss/s1600-h/IMG_2188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584432592035234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfay8nnaI/AAAAAAAAASM/W5lw6niAuss/s200/IMG_2188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfcKFhKhI/AAAAAAAAASU/B1Qs9UJLWMw/s1600-h/IMG_2189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213584455983245842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfcKFhKhI/AAAAAAAAASU/B1Qs9UJLWMw/s200/IMG_2189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we just got back from Fl and it was great but very Hot, and I am so tired I love being in my own home..... But this trip was more for the boys then for me and I know they all had a great time and Jon was loven every minute of it. Walking me around Every Where lol so here are some pics I took like 316 pics so I will let you see some. I will take some more tonight because we got the boys shirts that say Thing 1-3 too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5890888195917827508?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5890888195917827508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5890888195917827508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5890888195917827508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5890888195917827508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SFpfZx7ecwI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Yt2Ao2HTYqk/s72-c/IMG_2110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-847358198784506941</id><published>2008-06-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:06:05.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNxv9en-I/AAAAAAAAARk/pbmjI0RK4bw/s1600-h/Picture+837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202173579010018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNxv9en-I/AAAAAAAAARk/pbmjI0RK4bw/s200/Picture+837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNx6VurAI/AAAAAAAAARs/Z3LcSIKnNKw/s1600-h/Picture+838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202176365079554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNx6VurAI/AAAAAAAAARs/Z3LcSIKnNKw/s200/Picture+838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNyPjXh9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/6XQtbC43apE/s1600-h/Picture+839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209202182059427794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNyPjXh9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/6XQtbC43apE/s200/Picture+839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMrc2T1wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zho03kx7vRg/s1600-h/Picture+810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209200965857826562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMrc2T1wI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zho03kx7vRg/s200/Picture+810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMr5nXCGI/AAAAAAAAARE/5LZBD-BS8_g/s1600-h/Picture+812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209200973579749474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMr5nXCGI/AAAAAAAAARE/5LZBD-BS8_g/s200/Picture+812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMsYbkn_I/AAAAAAAAARM/2qfcABh3vqE/s1600-h/Picture+816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209200981851807730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMsYbkn_I/AAAAAAAAARM/2qfcABh3vqE/s200/Picture+816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMskMNq1I/AAAAAAAAARU/-xFeGjxYcf8/s1600-h/Picture+826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209200985008614226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMskMNq1I/AAAAAAAAARU/-xFeGjxYcf8/s200/Picture+826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMtATsfsI/AAAAAAAAARc/rK5R3Kz89k4/s1600-h/Picture+845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209200992556187330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErMtATsfsI/AAAAAAAAARc/rK5R3Kz89k4/s200/Picture+845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the other day I took the kids tro the DC and to the duck pond.. and got some cute pics here they are..&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/943942221814281126-847358198784506941?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/847358198784506941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=847358198784506941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/847358198784506941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/847358198784506941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-pics.html' title='Some pics'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SErNxv9en-I/AAAAAAAAARk/pbmjI0RK4bw/s72-c/Picture+837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-5378290423198871211</id><published>2008-06-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:20:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So my baby is sick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEbc_P3SltI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2UDxMdAwqXc/s1600-h/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208092998248863442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEbc_P3SltI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2UDxMdAwqXc/s200/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor guy he woke up this morning and felt hot and after a few days with a cough I knew something wasn't right so off to the doctor's we went and sure enough he had a fever of 101 and had strep I feel so bad for him it's one thing when the older kids can tell you but he just sits there and smile's poor thing...... so now he has meds and he is eating and I hope he will take a nap, It's funny how mother's know when something is wrong with there kids Jon never question's me about the boys being sick and needing to go to the hospital. Every time I have done this for the most part I am right and that's one of the great things about being a mommy is how well we know our kids.... So on that note I am honored to be a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-5378290423198871211?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/5378290423198871211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=5378290423198871211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5378290423198871211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/5378290423198871211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-my-baby-is-sick.html' title='So my baby is sick!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEbc_P3SltI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2UDxMdAwqXc/s72-c/IMG_1355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1359590738589513260</id><published>2008-06-02T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:58:26.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay so he is a daddy's boy Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQYlbYLbUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LomlXCUZ0PU/s1600-h/Picture+784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207314100430531906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQYlbYLbUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LomlXCUZ0PU/s200/Picture+784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol too cute ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1359590738589513260?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1359590738589513260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1359590738589513260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1359590738589513260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1359590738589513260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-so-he-is-daddys-boy-whatever.html' title='Okay so he is a daddy&apos;s boy Whatever'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQYlbYLbUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/LomlXCUZ0PU/s72-c/Picture+784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-1172744240712153535</id><published>2008-06-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:46:36.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are home for the Summer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQVwlw4HeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/td0q4JVJ_Rw/s1600-h/Picture+805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207310993662156258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQVwlw4HeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/td0q4JVJ_Rw/s200/Picture+805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so last night we made a chore list for the boys we do this every summer and then come school they stop for the most part, but anyway we went over all the chore's and points they can earn and how much money. They were so ready to get there points well on this list if you cry or yell or fight things like that you get points taken away. Well walking away from doing this the boys were on there best behavior but come time for bed little Jonathan went in to a yelling fit and kept going and going...... Needless to say he lost all his points for the day and that made him even more mad so this morning he comes into my room and right away Say's mom what can I do to earn Extra points (because we also put those on there) but boy was he ready to make up for what he lost yesterday. Too funny these kids~~~ but let me just say this is the best thing because they woke up got all there stuff done with No Fighting Which Never happens and it's 10:20am and I have nothing to do but two loads of clothes... (nice) dinner is started I cleaned my room well I guess I could clean my bathrooms but I will leave that till tomorrow..= ) This is so nice to teach my boys what I do everyday. And were not talking about allot of chores just the basics mainly there stuff... I just hate telling them over and over this way they do it or they don't it's up to them... So today I'm not sure what we will do right now they are playing the wii so maybe I will just wait till after Jon comes home for lunch and then take them out some where who knows it's nice and windy outside so all the windows are open (safe some money)... well I'm off for now here's some pics enjoy Stacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-1172744240712153535?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/1172744240712153535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=1172744240712153535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1172744240712153535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/1172744240712153535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-are-home-for-summer.html' title='Kids are home for the Summer!!!'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SEQVwlw4HeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/td0q4JVJ_Rw/s72-c/Picture+805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-2207216659389270319</id><published>2008-05-29T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:44:21.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k7fNJ_KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G6PDpQR3tys/s1600-h/Picture+741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779561182788770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k7fNJ_KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G6PDpQR3tys/s200/Picture+741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends mother~ my 2nd mom&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k8_NJ_LI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a_1lh7iMemY/s1600-h/Picture+750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779586952592562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k8_NJ_LI/AAAAAAAAAQA/a_1lh7iMemY/s200/Picture+750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k9PNJ_MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kzjlLiSG-ps/s1600-h/Picture+761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779591247559874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k9PNJ_MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kzjlLiSG-ps/s200/Picture+761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so after today there is one more day of school and I wouldn't even call it that they get out at noon.... I'm not sure if I am ready for all 3 boys to be home 24/7 I have been thinking of things to do after we get back from FL but I am still just at a loss there's only so much to do here. So that will be another blog lol so my Best friend came into town for her Grandfather's death and she got to stay a few days after which I was happy about every time she comes here I'm going to Albuq. She moved there a couple of years ago and her family lives here and we all know my family lives there so we are never in the same place at the same time so last night we had some fun together messing around but boy am I tired I stayed out till 12:30am we saw a late movie and let's just say I want to still be in bed....... So after I drop the boys off that's where I'm going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-2207216659389270319?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/2207216659389270319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=2207216659389270319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2207216659389270319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/2207216659389270319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day...'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SD6k7fNJ_KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G6PDpQR3tys/s72-c/Picture+741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943942221814281126.post-945113610564168623</id><published>2008-05-19T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:37:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Jonathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SDHyle83BZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-LUY0Nl-w0/s1600-h/IMG_1596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202205770367042962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SDHyle83BZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-LUY0Nl-w0/s200/IMG_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it Baby....&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SDHymu83BaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/stIc6kopzLs/s1600-h/IMG_1574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202205791841879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SDHymu83BaI/AAAAAAAAAPo/stIc6kopzLs/s200/IMG_1574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan's music teacher came up to me today and told me he is getting the Music Award of the year at school but that he doesn't know about it... I can't wait to see his face the only problem with this is Jon went out of town today and won't be back till tomorrow night late and the awards are tomorrow morning....(not good) but what can I do here is my~ American Idol~ And I might say the best looking one there.. But I'm only the mom hahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943942221814281126-945113610564168623?l=stacynew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/feeds/945113610564168623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943942221814281126&amp;postID=945113610564168623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/945113610564168623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943942221814281126/posts/default/945113610564168623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacynew.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-jonathan.html' title='Little Jonathan'/><author><name>Welcome to Newman's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02603336514314533917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='19' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SteJTYrDWbI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/z2Qq_7McYfU/S220/slide_289.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cfN99L8igvs/SDHyle83BZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/D-LUY0Nl-w0/s72-c/IMG_1596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
