<?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-6395864042203038767</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:44:33.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way i remember it happening....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-2976870812094755529</id><published>2011-03-04T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T10:11:57.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the look out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhwNXmMqOCU/TXErWTfekLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mL70k1TrLZA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhwNXmMqOCU/TXErWTfekLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mL70k1TrLZA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580289075478171826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a girl who used to be positive. One that found adventure in things. One that found opportunity in everything. One that could explain her feelings. One that didn't settle for surface relationships. One that forgave people. One that didn't hold on to hurt as a comfort. One that loved to laugh. One that found the importance in moving on. One that desired having a healthy heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-2976870812094755529?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/2976870812094755529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=2976870812094755529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/2976870812094755529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/2976870812094755529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-look-out.html' title='On the look out....'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EhwNXmMqOCU/TXErWTfekLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mL70k1TrLZA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-8592236522748613628</id><published>2010-11-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:28:23.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steelers Blood</title><content type='html'>When Steeler haters run their mouth.....it only encourages me. And it only makes my heart smile all the more when they score a touchdown. As if it says "hahahhahah" all on its own. It doesn't even need me to say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-8592236522748613628?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/8592236522748613628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=8592236522748613628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8592236522748613628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8592236522748613628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2010/11/steelers-blood.html' title='Steelers Blood'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-8487904348365088795</id><published>2010-10-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:07:08.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eeeeeew. what's that smell!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKp6NFAi4cI/AAAAAAAAACk/9riGGzmtz1k/s1600/new+pics+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKp6NFAi4cI/AAAAAAAAACk/9riGGzmtz1k/s200/new+pics+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524362258024686018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so brady had a little heart to heart with eric about his day at school today and his big "embarrassing moment." eric later told him to tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his story was that he farted in front of the whole class today and most that know brady know he was MORTIFIED unlike most boys that would be proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my response......i cracked up. hardcore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, think farting is hilarious. and the fact that it was brady made it all the funnier. naturally eric yelled at me for my response. but i took full opportunity to hit on the "ability to laugh at oneself" point. we were all able to crack up when he told us the details of it. and how kids were coughing when he did it. and so donovan is taking full advantage of teasing with a "haha brady farted in class today" and a quick point into brady's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday he will thank me for this story. i'm sure of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-8487904348365088795?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/8487904348365088795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=8487904348365088795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8487904348365088795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8487904348365088795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2010/10/eeeeeew-whats-that-smell.html' title='eeeeeew. what&apos;s that smell!?'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKp6NFAi4cI/AAAAAAAAACk/9riGGzmtz1k/s72-c/new+pics+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-5190700320011740969</id><published>2010-10-02T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:16:44.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"donovan, keep mom and dad in bed until i'm ready for them!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKc-RRK1sAI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsDD3A3eLqY/s1600/cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523451934380765186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKc-RRK1sAI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsDD3A3eLqY/s200/cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we woke up i could tell something was going on downstairs. and i actually WASN'T afraid of what it was. it's a good thing that the 2 4yr olds i have aren't good secret keepers or i might have been. whatever they were doing down there was taking a LONG time...so we just waited in bed like we were told to do by the demanding blonde one. after about an hour we were greeted by all three in our room. and asked to go downstairs where special k and fruit salad awaited us. they "made" us breakfast. along with the breakfast were drawings that they drew for us, and little notes. my oldest couldn't have been more proud than to declare that the whole idea was his.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;good lawd...i love these boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-5190700320011740969?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/5190700320011740969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=5190700320011740969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/5190700320011740969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/5190700320011740969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2010/10/donovan-keep-mom-and-dad-in-bed-until.html' title='&quot;donovan, keep mom and dad in bed until i&apos;m ready for them!&quot;'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/TKc-RRK1sAI/AAAAAAAAACc/NsDD3A3eLqY/s72-c/cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-8319308217845459826</id><published>2010-10-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:35:30.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow....i suck.</title><content type='html'>it's amazing to me that i love to write....and i'm always on the computer....but still cant manage to  maintain this blogsite....so i'm gonna start now. not that i think i have so much interesting going on in my life that the world wants to read it...but...well, because i AM kinda interesting and there may be 2 or 3 out there that care to hear my business. so...here goes. .. . . .. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-8319308217845459826?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/8319308217845459826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=8319308217845459826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8319308217845459826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/8319308217845459826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2010/10/wowi-suck.html' title='wow....i suck.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-260220710753710985</id><published>2007-11-15T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:01:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is there anything sexual about a ice cream cone? i didn't think so either.</title><content type='html'>I grew up a pretty scared little kid. Not of everyone. Mostly men. I had some unfortunate things happen to me, in my life that no one should have to go through…which I have since been healed of…none the less, I remember growing up being afraid….and having a hard time trusting. I eventually went to college where it was brought to my attention that about 75% of my girlfriends had walked through the same “tainted” past as a child…which both relieved me and sickened me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was so gracious to me bringing these people into my life because it was them that helped to bring the proper healing that I needed in my life. And that it was…I walked away in freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…When I was pregnant, I was watching one of those “to catch a predator” shows. And I remember crying because it was brought to my attention throughout the show that it isn’t just little girls anymore that these creepo’s are after. I remember crying and holding by belly and just apologizing to by unborn boys for bringing them into such a sick and perverted world. After I gathered myself together…I realized that I just needed to pray over them a lot…especially over their minds. That God keep their minds and little bodies protected from these sicko’s….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how different the world is even now from when I was in highschool…and I’m only 31. I cant imagine what it will be in 10 more yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s getting bad when they can sexualize a dairy queen commercial….or a Pictionary commercial. Ya know…Pictionary, the game…what’s sexual about that? Isn’t that the thing that is supposed to be bringing families together on a Friday Family Game Night?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wonder where we are headed….&lt;br /&gt; Thanx for the venting post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-260220710753710985?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/260220710753710985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=260220710753710985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/260220710753710985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/260220710753710985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-there-anything-sexual-about-ice.html' title='is there anything sexual about a ice cream cone? i didn&apos;t think so either.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-1151028290281415919</id><published>2007-10-22T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:34:42.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween....a tricky "holiday" for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15m7WEY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7LsdJw5HCPQ/s1600-h/104_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124385660689736546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15m7WEY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7LsdJw5HCPQ/s320/104_0811.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15mLWEY1I/AAAAAAAAABI/y132HLtAE-c/s1600-h/104_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124385647804834642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15mLWEY1I/AAAAAAAAABI/y132HLtAE-c/s320/104_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15nLWEY3I/AAAAAAAAABY/LaYKXqWJUoU/s1600-h/104_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124385664984703858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px" height="370" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15nLWEY3I/AAAAAAAAABY/LaYKXqWJUoU/s320/104_0816.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to see the kids get dressed up and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;….i’m not saying that…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it’s when you get questions like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“mom…what is Halloween?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I just wanna scream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“it’s the devils holiday!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no…I’m kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just respond with something like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“it’s just something fun people celebrate cause &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they like to get dressed up and be silly.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it is really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dunno…this one’s tricky for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-1151028290281415919?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/1151028290281415919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=1151028290281415919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/1151028290281415919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/1151028290281415919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloweena-tricky-holiday-for-me.html' title='halloween....a tricky &quot;holiday&quot; for me.'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/Rx15m7WEY2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7LsdJw5HCPQ/s72-c/104_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-5874263657031838242</id><published>2007-10-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:16:48.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those blue eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwemznVWZlI/AAAAAAAAABA/undSKlYvdCU/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118242907191928402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwemznVWZlI/AAAAAAAAABA/undSKlYvdCU/s320/100_0710_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew that i would eventually get a child with a temperment like mine..i just never imagined i would get him with big blue eyes. He is the one who physically loves on me the most..but also challenges me in every way. if he is told no...not only does he still do it...but he does it looking at you and smiling....hoping that those big blue eyes will make you forget everything you have said to him. and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;unfortunately..he has succeeded at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwejkXVWZkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vxweqwC0cGg/s1600-h/100_0710_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-5874263657031838242?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/5874263657031838242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=5874263657031838242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/5874263657031838242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/5874263657031838242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2007/10/those-blue-eyes.html' title='those blue eyes....'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwemznVWZlI/AAAAAAAAABA/undSKlYvdCU/s72-c/100_0710_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-3914766071071890462</id><published>2007-10-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:26:52.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want him to be 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwGsXnVWZjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jXAIsuDiTWE/s1600-h/100_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116560173365093938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwGsXnVWZjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jXAIsuDiTWE/s320/100_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't realize that when my first born turned 5 that i would be in such rebellion. i just want him to stop getting older...that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like he is almost not a kid anymore but instead a little man. some of the things he says kill me. he's very intellectual. the other day he told us that we needed to stop and get him some pizza cause God told him to have pizza. he explained that he wasn't ACTUALLY spoken to...but in his heart he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that every parent thinks that their kid says the funniest things...and is the most clever...but mine really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-3914766071071890462?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/3914766071071890462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=3914766071071890462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/3914766071071890462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/3914766071071890462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-want-him-to-be-5.html' title='i dont want him to be 5!'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RwGsXnVWZjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jXAIsuDiTWE/s72-c/100_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395864042203038767.post-7828915770315973398</id><published>2007-07-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:14:26.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"what? we have to be out of this room by 10? vacation's over already?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbN_FrxJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VrsbuvRK75Y/s1600-h/100_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbN_FrxJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VrsbuvRK75Y/s320/100_2022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090982912530130818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbNoFrxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dqm_ndPDig0/s1600-h/100_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbNoFrxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dqm_ndPDig0/s320/100_1889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090982517393139570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbNXFrxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/znhT32KSvZg/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbNXFrxJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/znhT32KSvZg/s320/100_1839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090982225335363426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my beach bums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the year for vacation with my family.we go to ocean city every other year with my parents and sister and her hub. it was a much needed vacation....and certainly not long enough. i wouldn't say that it was as relaxing as i would have liked it to be...but the day i had 2 babies at once...i knew my days of "relaxing" were put to a halt. and that's okay...my day will come when i go back to bon-bon's and "the stories."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6395864042203038767-7828915770315973398?l=mcblantons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/feeds/7828915770315973398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395864042203038767&amp;postID=7828915770315973398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/7828915770315973398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395864042203038767/posts/default/7828915770315973398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcblantons.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-we-have-to-be-out-of-this-room-by.html' title='&quot;what? we have to be out of this room by 10? vacation&apos;s over already?&quot;'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04947462302792933060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n1nOZUnkf6g/RqbN_FrxJ4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VrsbuvRK75Y/s72-c/100_2022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
