<?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-8748792674813587449</id><updated>2011-12-10T13:54:08.094-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Guitar Hero'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category term='Family'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='NaBloPoMo'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='Commitment'/><category term='Sooners'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Banking'/><category term='Survey Time'/><category term='Names'/><category term='Knitting'/><category term='Ickiness'/><category term='Michael and me'/><category term='Lavender'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='College'/><category term='Awana&apos;s'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='All About Me'/><category term='Stampin&apos; Up'/><category term='Dish Network Stinks'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Struggles'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Kiddos'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='Addictions'/><category term='Rockin&apos; Out'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>We Are The Nephew's</title><subtitle type='html'>Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts.  ~Author Unknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3485314342391752101</id><published>2010-05-04T16:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:28:37.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dish Network Stinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banking'/><title type='text'>Seriously??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just had the worst customer service experience ever...well...not really EVER, but it did tick me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so so so happy that I am not, repeat, AM NOT a Dish Network customer. If I was, and had experienced my story today, I would promptly discuss the matter with my sweet hubby and get us to switch to Direct TV. (which is our network of choice).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now realize my experience was actually work related and it included me calling Dish Network to figure out a charge on my customer's account. It isn't a "personal" matter, but after my experience...I'm taking it personally!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH OPERATOR: Hello, this is Craig how may I help you today (in an extreme, totally over-caffeinated, happy tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: Yes, I have a mutual customer who has a charge on their account that we would like to research the origins to. (in a nice, friendly tone, but definitely not too pushy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH OPERATOR: (almost interrupts my above statement) what's the customer's phone number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: (giving the digits...) My customer wasn't aware of a fee for the set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH OPERATOR: Yes, it looks like that is our $49.99 processing fee. Let me check our recording to make sure that this fee was disclosed during the sales agreement with the customer...(again, just a wee bit TOO familiar with having to say those exact words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME:...ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH IDIOT: Yes, we have it on recording that we disclosed this fee (rambling crap, blah blah blah)....he goes on and on about that the fee would stick and they would not refund it per his supervisor's advice etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: (interrupting his rambling) could you explain what the fee is for? (again, in a couteous tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH IDIOT: (speaking more quickly than should be humanly possible) Its a processing fee where we have to generate the account number and get the paperwork ready for the equipment to be installed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: (thinking...you have got to be kidding...you charge $50 to generate an account number and make an appointment?????).....so, its basically a frivolous fee? (mind you, I didn't say this in a jerky tone AT ALL...my customer even said so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH JERK: NOW NOW Ma'am, there is no need to use such harsh language. Those fees are necessary and were completely disclosed to the customer at the time of the set up and they will not be refunded so thank you and have a good day....click....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ME: (IN TOTAL SHOCK)....he just hung up on me.....and I never ONCE uttered the words, "can the fee be refunded?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The customer was nice to me about the whole thing (well, of course since it wasn't my fault). I had to hide my anger and total disgust for the jerk who hung up on me so that my customer didn't think I was a complete loon....but seriously?? seriously?? That conversation caused me to get a dial tone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/S-CfPFJiJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T_IjP9dn-io/s1600/nodish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467545029056799858" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/S-CfPFJiJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T_IjP9dn-io/s400/nodish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISH NETWORK STINKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3485314342391752101?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3485314342391752101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3485314342391752101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3485314342391752101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3485314342391752101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2010/05/seriously.html' title='Seriously??'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/S-CfPFJiJHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/T_IjP9dn-io/s72-c/nodish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3284253112812388824</id><published>2010-03-24T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:06:31.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stampin&apos; Up'/><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>For the past year now, I've slowly picked up a hobby.  I even &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/creativity-cant-wait-til-im-70.html"&gt;blogged about wanting to try it &lt;/a&gt;during my NaBloPoMo adventure in Nov 2008.  Notice, I didn't participate in the "adventure" in 2009....ya...totally got me burnt out on blogging.  I'm not sure I've ever fully recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Sadness, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm embarking on a new adventure.  My hobby for making cards and other creative paper projects could potentially turn into MORE.  I took the plunge and am signing up to be a &lt;a href="http://www.stampinup.com/"&gt;Stampin' Up&lt;/a&gt; Demonstrator.  Now, not only do I get to create fun projects, but I can host club events to show others how to make them too!  With a full time job as Ms. Banker Extraordinaire, I'm not sure how big of an endeavor this will turn into, but I'm still excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and craft buddy, &lt;a href="http://jamielee79.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;, and I have started a new blog called &lt;a href="http://www.craftingamongfriends.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crafting Among Friends&lt;/a&gt;.  There, you can find current projects and crafting ideas.  Eventually, I hope to use it to show my Stampin' Up projects too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess for now - just wish me luck - oh, and if you would like to have a paper crafting party, just let me know!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3284253112812388824?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3284253112812388824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3284253112812388824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3284253112812388824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3284253112812388824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-7564256268958307266</id><published>2010-01-20T14:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:27:26.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Joyful</title><content type='html'>For the past several weeks, I have had this uncontrollable &lt;a href="http://mw1.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/joy"&gt;joy&lt;/a&gt;.  It doesn't matter if I was doing a random job at work, taking care of laundry at home, or even going to the grocery store...my joy followed along.  I've been saying hello to random strangers at stores and wish them a great day and even really meant it.  Now, there have been a couple days where my joy was a bit lacking, but for the most part, every day is a joyous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I often have been called bubbly, happy, loud, etc.  I guess its just part of my personality.  In the past, I sometimes  have to "fake" the happy when I'm not in the best of moods, but here lately, the joy that just spills out me is uncontrollable and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been wondering about this joy.  Why the sudden change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it hit me like a ton of bricks.....BAM!  It was the biggest DUH moment of the year so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are participating in the &lt;a href="http://www.oneyearbibleonline.com/"&gt;One Year Bible Challenge&lt;/a&gt; at our &lt;a href="http://www.fbcponca.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.  Each day we read a section from the Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, &amp;amp; Proverbs.  So far, I haven't missed a day.  Not trying to toot my own horn here - so I'm just going to keep it real.  Yes, I've read it...problem is, I'm not always remembering what I read.  I'm following the Old Testament sections and can recall later in the day what it was about...but ask me about Psalms or Proverbs and my mind goes blank.  So ya, I need to work on that whole meditating on the Word better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the joy.  My joy is totally Jesus Joy. (at least that's what I'm calling it)  My day starts each morning with the Word of God running through my brain.  My joy is totally of Christ and is simply a overflow of His immeasurable grace.  Its the best feeling eva!  Highly recommend it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish up this Joyous post, I thought it would be appropriate to leave you with some song lyrics that may be a bit childish, but still totally summarize the blessings that God is daily sending my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got JOY down in my heart. Deep, deep, down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;J-O-Y down in my heart.  Deep, deep, down in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus put it there and nothing can destroy it, -stroy it, -stroy it, (HUH).&lt;br /&gt;I've got JOY down in my heart.  Deep, deep, down in my heart!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-7564256268958307266?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7564256268958307266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=7564256268958307266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7564256268958307266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7564256268958307266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/joyful.html' title='Joyful'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-2865718443983102363</id><published>2009-12-17T10:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T11:14:44.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, its been far too long since my last post. So many things have happened....mostly good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sold a house and moved into a new one. Fantastic blessing! It is actually the house my father grew up in. I have such wonderful memories of family gatherings in it, and now we can add more and more memories and stories. Its a great house to entertain, and we have already put it to use a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holiday shopping is almost complete. Just a few odds and ends left. I've almost completed my Christmas Cards and geared up for some a baking extraveganza Friday evening. I wasn't going to share my Christmas photo until after my cards are sent, but not many people read this blog anyway and its just such a cute pick...I'll go ahead and share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/Sypm2Mp6NvI/AAAAAAAAABE/ozjURoR2jLA/s1600-h/9134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416254583162418930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/Sypm2Mp6NvI/AAAAAAAAABE/ozjURoR2jLA/s400/9134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SypmlUpcepI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r9smHZF2Ev0/s1600-h/9134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hopefully come the New Year, I'll start blogging more. Life just needs to slow down a bit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2865718443983102363?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2865718443983102363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2865718443983102363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2865718443983102363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2865718443983102363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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/_1VcmKdUqNyc/Sypm2Mp6NvI/AAAAAAAAABE/ozjURoR2jLA/s72-c/9134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3905320996328798861</id><published>2009-05-07T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:47:08.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Always keep searching...</title><content type='html'>Today I was on a mission for a few times at our local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart. I really, really don't enjoy going there, but it was a necessity. One item in particular, I new could possibly be difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mason_jar"&gt;Mason Jars&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SgM6VP2CNtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w2y50Mx0Y3g/s1600-h/catimg1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333170520441632466" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SgM6VP2CNtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w2y50Mx0Y3g/s320/catimg1466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I only needed a couple but figured the Mob...I mean &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart&lt;/a&gt; would make me buy a pack of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched through the container isle. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the dishes isle. Huh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up before going down the pots-and-pans isle, but figured what do I have to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you are ever looking for Mason Jars at our local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ponca&lt;/span&gt; City, America &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart, look between the Crock-Pots and Curling Irons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3905320996328798861?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3905320996328798861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3905320996328798861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3905320996328798861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3905320996328798861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/always-keep-searching.html' title='Always keep searching...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SgM6VP2CNtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/w2y50Mx0Y3g/s72-c/catimg1466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2243907166044057505</id><published>2009-04-23T16:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:07:26.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Today, a customer/friend stopped by my office and handed me a bookmark that she had made for me. No long conversation.  All she said was, "I made this for you." Its a simple bookmark with a prayer printed on it that has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laminated&lt;/span&gt;. I taped it to my monitor at work as a constant reminder as to what my focus should be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help Us, Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author Unknown but it may have been my customer/friend who wrote it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to make you known in our lives, Lord Jesus. When people see us and know us let them see You in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to understand who You are. Help us to know You personally and intimately in our individual lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to walk daily with You. Help us to repent when we fall. Help us to give abundant thanks when you forgive and pick us up, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of our Lord and Savior, You, Jesus Christ, we pray. Amen and Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2243907166044057505?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2243907166044057505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2243907166044057505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2243907166044057505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2243907166044057505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-6710045374363782240</id><published>2009-04-07T11:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:58:07.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><title type='text'>Life Change Chronicles Continue...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have come to the conclusion that I cannot update the &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/Life%20Change%20Chronicles"&gt;Chronicles&lt;/a&gt; daily....I have a life people. I know my faithful readers (all 2 of them) (who NEVER comment on the awesomesness...sadness and tears) have been dying for more....so here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down 13 lbs. Woo hoo! This past weekend was rough - I ate a whole lotta yumminess that was full of badness, but still lost weight. It will probably catch up to me later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have decided to give each other an insentive to lose weight...so once a week, we weigh in and get paid. Cash. Moola. Green Stuff (not to be confused with &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Green%22%20Stuff"&gt;"Green" Stuff&lt;/a&gt;). We get paid $1/pound, but also have to give back $1/pound for any weight gain. Since Hubby has lost over 30 pounds, I agreed to retroactive the payday. I'm such a reasonable gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our dinners for the week are consisting of fish or chicken, veggies, and brown rice. Last night I cooked up some tilapia fillets in our &lt;a href="https://www.turbocookerplus.com/flare/next"&gt;Turbo Cooker&lt;/a&gt; (yes, the as seen on TV cooker). The only thing I've cooked in it so far is fish. We also own the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Progressive-GOC-300-International-Onion-Chopper/dp/B000A389IM"&gt;Onion Chopper &lt;/a&gt;and think it is one of the best inventions ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both trying to work out twice a day, totaling 1 hour. I'm feeling the workout today especially in my ab area. Doing pretend hula hoops for 10 minutes really works over the abs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to blog a little more about other family happenings - like the kiddos birthdays, family reunion, my amazing new hair do, and the spring "blizzard" for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time...peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6710045374363782240?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6710045374363782240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6710045374363782240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6710045374363782240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6710045374363782240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-change-chronicles-continue.html' title='Life Change Chronicles Continue...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-7707311725667950507</id><published>2009-03-30T12:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:58:32.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><title type='text'>Life Change Chronicles - Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Day 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;....not including the weekend of indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't gain the 5 lbs I predicted...only gained 2 lbs. I'm sick of cake and am totally craving a big salad with grilled chicken. I think that is a good thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit for 3o minutes. Hopefully, I can work out an additional 30 minutes tonight after dinner...or possibly while dinner is cooking. That would be extra awesome if I could do that. Talk about some major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt;-tasking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast consisted of the ever popular &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Green%22%20Stuff"&gt;"Green" Stuff&lt;/a&gt;. It was actually almost a shade of green this time. I don't know what I did differently though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch will be a Lean Cuisine meal and probably some apple sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - Luna bar. They are pretty yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner will be baked chicken, brown rice, and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta get more water in my system. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; a big weakness of mine...well...that and my love for all things sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up in my quest to be America's Next Top Model!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-7707311725667950507?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7707311725667950507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=7707311725667950507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7707311725667950507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7707311725667950507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-change-chronicles-back-on-track.html' title='Life Change Chronicles - Back on Track'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-2434468710055155938</id><published>2009-03-27T11:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:59:07.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><title type='text'>Life Change Chronicles - Day 3</title><content type='html'>I didn't work out this morning. Instead I cooked some yummy, fat filled crescent roll thingies for work. We are celebrating one of my co-workers birthday's today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did weigh though - and I'm down 0.7 lbs. WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height - same as far as I know...man that would stink if you woke up one morning and was considerably shorter than the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food - this weekend is going to be rough. We are celebrating Shelby's birthday tonight (she turns 14 today! Happy Birthday Shelby Girl!), celebrating Michael's mom's birthday tomorrow (unless the Blizzard that is heading our way cancels the party) and celebrating Austin and Shelby's birthday with my family on Sunday....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a lot of cake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my eats of the day....&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - snacked on a bit of everything at work...no &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Green%22%20Stuff"&gt;"Green" stuff &lt;/a&gt;today. I will regret this fact.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - may skip it since I snacked throughout the morning (aka ate a lot this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - probably won't be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Pizza (this isn't going to be an easy day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bday&lt;/span&gt; cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prediction - gaining 5 lbs over the course of the weekend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2434468710055155938?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2434468710055155938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2434468710055155938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2434468710055155938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2434468710055155938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-change-chronicles-day-3.html' title='Life Change Chronicles - Day 3'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-1364085550611279762</id><published>2009-03-26T09:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:59:32.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavender'/><title type='text'>Life Change Chronicles - Day 2</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and a smidgen cranky and my hubby will read this and say, "I told ya so..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight - no change (yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Height - 5"4' (or is it 5'4"....I always get those confused but the second one is looking right...oh well)&lt;br /&gt;Workout - 30 minutes of &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/Wii"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit&lt;/a&gt; in the AM consisting of jogging, hula hooping, and stepping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually it was 32 minutes but I didn't want to sound like I was bragging or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Green%22%20Stuff"&gt;"Green" Stuff &lt;/a&gt;(again, still not actually green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Lean Cuisine Pita Sandwich w/ a few chips and unsweetened apple sause...Plus a glass of water....I even drank the whole thing. Yeah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - Granola Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - Fahitas that my awesome hubby prepared. Oh so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert - Skinny Cow Ice Cream Sandwich and some chocolate stuff (shouldn't have had it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes - &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/Lavender"&gt;Lavender (AKA Signature color)&lt;/a&gt; bank shirt that is fitting a little looser these days and black pants that feel comfy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, people. Good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1364085550611279762?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1364085550611279762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1364085550611279762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1364085550611279762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1364085550611279762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-change-chronicles-day-2.html' title='Life Change Chronicles - Day 2'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-4245088975995770042</id><published>2009-03-25T14:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:00:00.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Green&quot; Stuff'/><title type='text'>A New Idea - The Life Change Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't been blogging much, and honestly, I think it is all due to my month of blogging in November. I totally got burned out. I've been trying to think of ways to stay motivated in keeping up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; about our family's life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ponca&lt;/span&gt; City America, but its difficult sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hubster&lt;/span&gt; and I have gotten into a small health kick - well - my kick is a bit smaller than his. I am so proud of that man. He is a working out machine!!! Last night I came up with the idea that I should blog about our adventure of weight loss...talk about some accountability!!! Anyway, so today starts my first day of chronicling my life change adventure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know you are probably having heart palpitations from the excitement of it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets start at the beginning of the day....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; always a good way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 AM (OUCH) - dreaded alarm goes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45 AM - after two snooze hits, I finally drag out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 AM - weigh on the &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/Wii"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit&lt;/a&gt;...lost approx 2 lbs...sweetness!!! (now remember, you don't know that I had gained 1.5 lbs the day before...we are just happy about the loss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:05 AM - workout on the &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/Wii"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit &lt;/a&gt;(I know I know - doesn't sound all that like exercise when you are playing a video game, but don't knock it til you try it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; AM - get ready to face the world with a bright smile and warm heart. (ya, I just threw up a little from that statement too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast - &lt;a href="http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/search/label/%22Green%22%20Stuff"&gt;"Green" stuff&lt;/a&gt; - basically it is a fruit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smoothie&lt;/span&gt; with some extra healthy stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - "The" Salad from Daily Grind...probably not the best thing to eat since it has melted cheese, but it also has a TON of veggies so I think they even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - Big Pink Cookie from Daily Grind that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; shouldn't have eaten...but at least I'm keeping it real with my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - White Chili with lots of veggies and ground turkey. Very yummy and good for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack - No idea yet, but I'm sure I'll want some sort of snack after church tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could just drink more water....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-4245088975995770042?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4245088975995770042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=4245088975995770042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4245088975995770042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4245088975995770042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-idea-life-change-chronicles.html' title='A New Idea - The Life Change Chronicles'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-8690351085971073476</id><published>2009-02-17T15:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:14:38.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey Time'/><title type='text'>A Case of Randomness</title><content type='html'>I received this "survey" on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page, but figured I could post it here too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically - just list 25 random facts about yourself. So, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is my 3rd time at typing this out. My first two attempts were eaten by the Internet monsters. I’m still a little peeved about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It took two failed attempts at this task to make me realize that I should type it in Word first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was really funny in my first two attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hopefully, I will be funny in this try as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a lot of nicknames. Michael calls me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Julz&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Julinator&lt;/span&gt;, Vic calls me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JuJu&lt;/span&gt;, Mom calls me The Jewel, Suzy, or Suzy Q (I don’t know why), my dad called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tootette&lt;/span&gt;, and my loving brother calls me by the ever affectionate term of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Butthead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have played a few different instruments in my life including the recorder (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), piano, cello, flute, and piccolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; held 3 different job positions during my 7 ½ years at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love my kids. Even though they may not be my blood, they are still 100% my children, and I feel so blessed to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can pretty much always see the “other side” to an argument. I may not agree with the other side, but I normally see it and will explain why that person may be feeling a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I also question things a lot. I want the facts so I can form my own opinion. I think this comes from having a history of attorneys in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. By getting married, I have learned that not everyone wants to hear the “other side” and sometimes just want to be heard. This is difficult for me. I want to fix the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite color is red but I look best in lavender. I call it my signature color since I always get compliments when I wear it. A lavender day is always a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If I can’t sleep, I count. I don’t count sheep because I start visualize them jumping over a fence and that gets me dizzy…so I just count. I know this sounds weird/funny, but it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. In high school, I traveled a lot…it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t ever with my family. Between band, chorale, and other touring groups, I was able to visit most of the South Eastern states, along with Texas, Illinois, England, and Wales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I’m the loud one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I love card making and hope to one day be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Stampin&lt;/span&gt;’ Up Demonstrator…anyone want to have a party??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish everyone could just get along. Why is there always backstabbing, hurt feelings, and misunderstandings? I always want to fix these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My spiritual gift is exhortation. Definition: Language intended to incite and encourage; advice; counsel; admonition. An earnest attempt at persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I can find enjoyment out of almost every type of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I once won a lip contest in the mall. You had to “kiss” a post-it note and people voted on the best pucker. I won some Origins bath salt scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. We have two dogs – Maddie and Panda. Panda tends to have accidents in the back area of the living room. We have gated that area off so they can’t get back there. For some reason, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hasn&lt;/span&gt;’t taken up peeing elsewhere yet. Dogs are strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One of my all-time favorite Bible verses is Phil 4:6-7. It gives me such peace.&lt;br /&gt;(6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. In high school, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Jenny and I started our own business called Memory Mats. Basically, we took picture mats and decorated them to show different high school events. We even made up our own logo for the business. Her father was our investor and our only clients were our mom’s. Even so, they were still really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Michael and I planned our wedding around football season. Oct 15 was the perfect date – no home game for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; (which was also a plus for many of the guests). We contemplated showing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; game during the reception, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t starting until later in the evening (plus might have been a smidgen tacky….nah…my family would have loved it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I haven't had a haircut in over a year. I need one but can't decide on a style plus I feel like its almost a waist of money since it will just keep growing. (and Yes, I know this is dumb to think this way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-8690351085971073476?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8690351085971073476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=8690351085971073476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8690351085971073476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8690351085971073476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/case-of-randomness.html' title='A Case of Randomness'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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-8748792674813587449.post-8221937100460065151</id><published>2009-02-13T10:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:30:54.439-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About Me'/><title type='text'>0.46</title><content type='html'>$0.46. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the amount that was owed on my credit card. A credit card that I don't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt; anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://us.mcafee.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McAfee&lt;/span&gt; antivirus&lt;/a&gt; is scheduled for automatic renewal, and I plum forgot that it was attached to this unused card. So, after a $15 late fee and a letter stating that they couldn't get in touch with me, I realized that maybe I should take a look at the account. I shell out the $50 balance and make a mental note to check on any finance charges that may appear after the payment (they always do!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I log into the account and my balance shows a whopping $0.46. I go to make an online payment and the stupid system won't let it go through for less than $1.00. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...why would I pay more than I owe?? I'm not planning on using this card as a savings account, so I call the company....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After canceling my attempt at phone payment (that included a fee of $15!! -crazy person say what??), I quickly pressed '0' to speak with a live person. While twiddling my thumbs, I listened to some groovy elevator music for a good 5-10 minutes. All this time, I'm preparing my case, going back and forth on what route to go.....do I stay pleasant and ask nicely? Do I sound professional and commanding? Do I cry and tell them what an injustice this fee is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the eternity of hold time, I finally get a gal on the phone. We will call her Gladys. Ms. Gladys was very pleasant. YEAH! I got a nice one. So, I simply say, "Gladys, I think it is silly to mail you guys a $0.46 check. Can you help a girl out??" My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; then quickly giggled and said, "No problem, we will credit your account." She even mentioned the fact that it would be silly to waist a perfectly good check on $0.46.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'heart' her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-8221937100460065151?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8221937100460065151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=8221937100460065151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8221937100460065151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8221937100460065151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/046.html' title='0.46'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6433403765615613127</id><published>2009-02-05T11:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:18:41.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All About Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Names'/><title type='text'>What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>I think the name "Julie" sounds weird. I can say that because its mine. When I call someone named Julie, it sounds normal, but when talking about myself, it just sounds weird. If I had made it out of my mom's tummy a boy, I would have been named "Jay." I think Julie is so much more fitting (even if it sounds weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SYssK1JZrNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PFo4v1IEk6g/s1600-h/julie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299377951108345042" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SYssK1JZrNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PFo4v1IEk6g/s320/julie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/"&gt;Think Baby Names&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/0/Julie"&gt;my name&lt;/a&gt; has a French origin and means "youthful." Oh so fitting, don't ya think? When I searched for the origin of "Jay," I found that it has a Latin origin meaning "jaybird" or "song bird." It could also come from another Latin word that means "happy." So either way, very fitting I would say. I'm totally going to start telling people they are happy as a jaybird now too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is my parents picked out the names only because they start with a "J." (In my opinion, the name Jay was a total cop-out). I doubt word origins were at the top of their priorities at the time. We are a family of "J" names. Actually, we are a family of "J.E" names. We have John Edward (aka Dad, Father, Daddy, Daddio), Jen Ellen (aka mom, momma, mother, mama mia), Jeff Edward (aka the brother, Beavis), and Julie Elizabeth (aka ME - totally rad chickadee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun tidbit for all you trivia fans is the fact that all of our initials spell my mom's first name (well, mom's doesn't anymore). Even when I got married, my initials didn't change - oh so fun and probably the #1 reason I knew Michael was the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, I'm kidding on the last part....kinda...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names become so important. They become a part of who you are. People identify the name with your personality, with your character. How often do you hear someone say, "Oh, I can't name my child "Jillian" because I grew up with a girl named that?" (or some other reason) The name becomes the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hi, my name is Julie....I guess that makes me youthful at heart with a little bit a weird mixed in for good measure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6433403765615613127?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6433403765615613127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6433403765615613127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6433403765615613127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6433403765615613127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SYssK1JZrNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PFo4v1IEk6g/s72-c/julie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-8964899484552469458</id><published>2009-01-12T15:15:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:18:20.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banking'/><title type='text'>Bankers can party?</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, Michael and I attended my work Winter Party. We aren't trying to be politically correct (we used to have a Christmas Party). Last year, the date was moved to January, and since it seems extremely silly to call it a Christmas Party in January, it is now deemed a Winter Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two years I've been on the planning committee. Basically, my main job duty is getting the table decorations in order. I get a little particular on the details, but my fellow committee members are wonderful about not getting their feelings hurt when I tell them that you can't have bright red streamers at an "elegant" styled event. It just won't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening begins with a short social time for people to chit-chat with co-workers and spouses and locate a table to sit at for the evening. We then enjoy a buffet dinner with some sort of yummy dessert to follow. After dinner, the bank executives have a short program which includes announcing the Employee of Year. (no, I didn't win....so sad). Once the program is wrapped up, everyone grabs their free steaks (I think we get 8 of them) and gets ready for the DJ and Cash give-away time. Normally, this is the one time each year when you will see me out dancing away with no fear of judgment for looking stupid. (I often dance silly and totally own that fact - I can do a mean Q-tip dance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even won some cash too!! Sweet! Too bad its already spent, but hopefully our Wi-Fi connection will be a bit better on our desktop now. (I totally feel a little ADD with this post...oh look a kitty...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW899vAlMkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjGBL2JH6Yc/s1600-h/IMG_22441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291516217983840834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW899vAlMkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjGBL2JH6Yc/s320/IMG_22441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was a great success. Michael even seemed to enjoy it - I think he just enjoys watching bankers try to dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-8964899484552469458?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8964899484552469458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=8964899484552469458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8964899484552469458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8964899484552469458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/bankers-can-party.html' title='Bankers can party?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW899vAlMkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjGBL2JH6Yc/s72-c/IMG_22441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5842446353615263770</id><published>2009-01-05T10:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:44:03.529-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>PJ's, Ice Cream, and Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I know I've become a slacker, but I was on vacation and took it to heart by doing a whole lot of nuttin' (including updating my blog). Now that our house is back to normal, I guess I should get back in the grind of blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was great this year. Among the Nephew's celebratory events included our 2nd Annual Light Watching Extravaganza. On the Saturday before Christmas (that would make it the 20th), the 4 of us dressed down in our PJ's (or pre-j's for some), stopped by Sonic for an ice cream involved beverage, and traveled around Ponca City America to look at lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped by my mom's house so she could document the occasion for us. How awesome is her fireplace??? They just finished remodeling the house and it turned out beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW89dLQxUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T3g9hPQQBzw/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291515658632254210" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW89dLQxUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T3g9hPQQBzw/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW89EIIx4eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y3mRuqeFiRE/s1600-h/IMG_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, after looking at all the pretty lights, we drove back home. Michael and I decided to surprise the kids by seeing if they wanted to open their presents early. The kiddos quickly squealed with delight and said yes. We figured that since the kids were going to their mom's house on Christmas evening, they wouldn't have much time to enjoy their gifts...so why not just open them early!?! It seemed to go over well too and definitely made the week more relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas Season! Merry Christmas!! (a little late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5842446353615263770?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5842446353615263770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5842446353615263770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5842446353615263770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5842446353615263770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/pjs-ice-cream-and-lights.html' title='PJ&apos;s, Ice Cream, and Lights'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06900163661305883419</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/_1VcmKdUqNyc/SW89dLQxUwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T3g9hPQQBzw/s72-c/IMG_2152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1003296048716090557</id><published>2008-12-18T02:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:56:28.179-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awana&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A sheer crack up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night was a special night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awana's&lt;/span&gt;. Not only did it ring in the 2 week break (yeah!) but the kids (and adults)also dressed down in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt;, listened to the Pastor and his wife Laurie read/acted out the Christmas story, and made sheep Christmas tree ornaments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back story: I help the 1st graders. Austin is in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade. Two types of yarn choices - one fluffy and one not. In my opinion, the fluffy one was WAY cuter. So, using my leader connection skills, I make sure that Austin gets some of the fluffy yarn for his sheep. I feel like I'm watching out for my kid and being a good parent by hooking him up with the starts of a great sheep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, fast forward through the night...It was a crazy night, but the kids all seemed to have fun. (Leaders - not so much). We are getting ready to leave and Austin is showing off his sheep to me. (which by the way he named Candy because I guess they both like sweets) He cut off almost all the yarn....basically sheering the sheep in a way. When I asked him why he cut it off, he simply said, "it was too fluffy." So cracked me up. Here, I think I'm looking out for the little guy when I should have just let him pick the yarn himself. Ok, I know in the picture, the sheep looks fluffy, but it was supposed to be TWICE (maybe even three times) that size with yarn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUpVn2MSQVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/myLYBgZwm2E/s1600-h/Sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281127656095629650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUpVn2MSQVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/myLYBgZwm2E/s320/Sheep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, little Ms. Candy Sheep (i think its a girl) is pretty darn cute and will proudly be displayed annually at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1003296048716090557?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1003296048716090557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1003296048716090557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1003296048716090557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1003296048716090557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/sheer-crack-up.html' title='A sheer crack up!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUpVn2MSQVI/AAAAAAAAAV4/myLYBgZwm2E/s72-c/Sheep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3100788466454901083</id><published>2008-12-10T11:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:18:08.763-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Picture Outtakes</title><content type='html'>A couple of nights ago our family took our annual Christmas picture together. For some reason when a camera is involved, goofiness ensues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKLhf7OhcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-MOv0W76Wjw/s1600-h/OT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935120853501378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKLhf7OhcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-MOv0W76Wjw/s320/OT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNCb2mwhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BHCstnh0Wgw/s1600-h/OT7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936786207687186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNCb2mwhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BHCstnh0Wgw/s320/OT7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKL5RGR4aI/AAAAAAAAAVA/cb6H0SmelJs/s1600-h/OT2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935529190187426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKL5RGR4aI/AAAAAAAAAVA/cb6H0SmelJs/s320/OT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNKv7H-jI/AAAAAAAAAVo/v_orgiranhk/s1600-h/OT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936929034304050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNKv7H-jI/AAAAAAAAAVo/v_orgiranhk/s320/OT8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMm9rF9hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wpOx2rD8i9A/s1600-h/OT6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278936314249868818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMm9rF9hI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wpOx2rD8i9A/s320/OT6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMOXfMqBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vBwU_OFGoYY/s1600-h/OT5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935891682568210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMOXfMqBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/vBwU_OFGoYY/s320/OT5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNU8k-dWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bkiAzsngxhQ/s1600-h/OT9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278937104229758306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKNU8k-dWI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bkiAzsngxhQ/s320/OT9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMC3PeQsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V4ICKez_YDs/s1600-h/OT4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278935694048117442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKMC3PeQsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/V4ICKez_YDs/s320/OT4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3100788466454901083?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3100788466454901083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3100788466454901083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3100788466454901083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3100788466454901083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-picture-outtakes.html' title='Christmas Picture Outtakes'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SUKLhf7OhcI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-MOv0W76Wjw/s72-c/OT1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2265706072974575599</id><published>2008-12-08T15:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:12:33.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>Well, my week off from blogging was rather nice. I still kept my eyes/ears open for any good blogging topics, but decided to just focus on the family and Christmas card making. So, I figured I would tiptoe back into blogging with a survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper all the way. Although I totally hate wrapping presents (Michael normally wraps the majority), I add the pretty bows that make them look so cute under my "department store" tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial all the way. I'm a practical gal and am fearful of a squirrel nesting in my tree and popping out to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Normally, I put it up right after Thanksgiving. I almost put it up early this year since we weren't having Thanksgiving dinner at our house this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? After New Years. I hate taking down the decorations. The house just looks so plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yup...especially in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braums&lt;/span&gt; ice cream form. Oh so good. Last time Michael and I went by to get some (his in shake form), they only had enough for his shake...so I'm still without my yummy ice cream treat. Hopefully, I'll get to experience the joy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I had several that I loved. I was always a big fan of Barbie and My Little Ponies. I know one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; presents I ever ASKED for (and got). My bro wanted a skateboard from Santa, and being that I wanted to be like him and have the same type stuff, I asked for one too. I never could ride it correctly and ended up just sitting on it while riding down hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? Toss up between my step-dad Vic and Michael's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? So easy to buy for me...but if I'm buying for someone else...m&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; nephew Jackson is pretty easy to shop for. Oh and my niece Jenna because she is only like 7 months old and doesn't really care yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Sadly, no. I TOTALLY want the Willow Tree one but don't want to spend the money on it. I'm a bit particular in what type of nativity scene I wanted, so I just never bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? MAIL for sure! I love getting Christmas cards and displaying them all over our mantel. I'm making my cards this year too. At first I regretted that decision because I was getting a bit indecisive, but now am loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? A horribly ugly jacket that I got in high school.  I just had to grin and say thanks. It was thoughtful in that it was a really warm jacket and I was always cold, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? I love the old Frosty, Rudolph, and Santa's Coming to Town ones. Michael let me buy them on DVD too...but still haven't gotten to watch them yet. So sad...so so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? This year I started early with great intentions (early - meaning before Thanksgiving) but still have quite a bit left to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Just for Dirty Santa gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; - I have several favorites - lots of sweets. I also miss having my dad's Sausage and Bean Soup on Christmas Eve. It was oh so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree? White lights - would love it if they twinkled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? O' Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas time or stay home? Thankfully we get to stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ponca&lt;/span&gt; City. Normally, we are at my mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blitzen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ruldolph&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, and almost forgot Donald - Amber's imaginary reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? We have an angel but I don't have a preference. Just has to work with the tree motif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Its always been Christmas morning (well, depending on if we have the kids) but this year, Michael and I are talking about changing things up with our immediate family a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite Holiday memory as a child? Midnight Christmas Eve service at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Presbyterian&lt;/span&gt; Church snuggled up to my Nana and her white fur coat. It was the first time I remember getting to hold a lit candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I don't remember how old I was, but my friend Stephanie told me while I was over at her house. I didn't believe her at first but then started realizing that there was no way Santa could be real...still played like he was though for many, many years to come. I'm not sure when my parents realized that I knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? We normally have a meal similar to Thanksgiving dinner on Christmas. I would love to have a ham instead with cheese potatoes and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yumminess&lt;/span&gt; or to have Sausage Bean Soup for Christmas Eve again. YUM YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? Stamping stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2265706072974575599?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2265706072974575599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2265706072974575599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2265706072974575599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2265706072974575599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1653580178433464839</id><published>2008-12-01T10:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:06:26.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><title type='text'>Hasta La Vista, Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt; is over! I did it. I really did it. I feel accomplished, a real go getter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me next year, not to participate. I'll totally root on my blog friends who are up for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt; challenge, but it's definitely something I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abstaining&lt;/span&gt; from next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for those of you who have gotten used to a daily dose of Julie...well...I'm taking the week off....at least a week. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1653580178433464839?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1653580178433464839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1653580178433464839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1653580178433464839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1653580178433464839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/hasta-la-vista-baby.html' title='Hasta La Vista, Baby!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3375228544834349685</id><published>2008-11-30T21:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:16:37.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mother and Friend</title><content type='html'>I have a cool mom. She is one of my best friends, and I love spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up she gave me perm after perm (first one being when I was 3!!), let me play in her makeup (I still love doing that), and did Jane Fonda workout videos every morning (I even joined in sometimes for fun...weird to think of it as fun now but I was little).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNZhUtk7gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/An7eGA7QjG8/s1600-h/me%26mom1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658017611410946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNZhUtk7gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/An7eGA7QjG8/s320/me%26mom1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a handful - either totally happy or totally not. I'm still kinda like that now, but a little bit more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNaE0IxPiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i_MkFZTBT2Q/s1600-h/06-25-2006+05%3B14%3B51PM+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658627342384674" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNaE0IxPiI/AAAAAAAAAUw/i_MkFZTBT2Q/s320/06-25-2006+05%3B14%3B51PM+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember fondly my friends and me sitting on my parents bed chatting with my mom. As a teen, I never really got that whole embarrassment about being with your mom. She was cool. She still is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I would often remind my mother that she wasn't a teenager herself and that my friends weren't her age. It was a on-going joke between us. (Not in a creepy Maury Povich Show kind of way) She never completely believed me that she came across that way - as if my friends were her bff's too, but she totally did it all the time. Many might see this as weird, but you have to understand my mom. She is silly and fun and kind hearted. She rarely gets angry (stand back when she does), and always gives good advice. She is just an awesome person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, freshman year of college, mom was helping me move into the dorms. I saw a girl I knew and said hello, chatting for a minute and then got on the elevator. While on our ride up, mom stated, "Oh, she seemed so nice. Is she our age?" (She said it dead serious too) I quickly looked at her with a smile and stated, "No, mom. She is MY age." We both cracked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNZl8g-ZlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hlsjDKjIWmQ/s1600-h/11-09-2003+08%3B15%3B49PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658097015449170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNZl8g-ZlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hlsjDKjIWmQ/s320/11-09-2003+08%3B15%3B49PM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will always be young at heart, no matter what age her license says! Love you mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3375228544834349685?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3375228544834349685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3375228544834349685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3375228544834349685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3375228544834349685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother-and-friend.html' title='Mother and Friend'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STNZhUtk7gI/AAAAAAAAAUY/An7eGA7QjG8/s72-c/me%26mom1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6213518184820091144</id><published>2008-11-29T16:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:05:32.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Please make my dream come true...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. President (or whomever else can make this happen),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a suggestion...a little request that would make my holiday season complete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you change Black Friday into a Federal Holiday??? PLEASSSEEE?? Either that or make Thanksgiving on a Friday? I'll even give up Columbus Day if it means I can have Friday off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I just feel like my time would be better spent shopping for some great bargains and actually stimulating the economy instead of sitting at my desk and waiting on a small handful of customers. People don't think about doing banking business that day anyway. I know there is that silly Federal law that won't allow banks to be closed 4 days in a row, but really, is that even necessary now a days? With all the technology advancements in the world today, people are still able to access their money. I know they can't make deposits, but that's just a minor detail really. Think of all the money that would be saved/spent if bank employees could have that day off....its mind boggling really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm sending you this letter with a hopeful heart that you will hear my plea and change the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Julie Nephew, banker extraordinaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6213518184820091144?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6213518184820091144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6213518184820091144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6213518184820091144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6213518184820091144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-make-my-dream-come-true.html' title='Please make my dream come true...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-7933906198932206475</id><published>2008-11-28T09:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:43:46.603-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>You met who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday while enjoying our Thanksgiving meal, my grandfather (Papa) tells us a story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now mind you, Papa has awesome stories, and I love hearing them. He even helped write a book called "Palace on the Prairie: The Marland Family Story" about the &lt;a href="http://www.marlandmansion.com/Pages/ew.html"&gt;Marland Family&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.marlandmansion.com/"&gt;Marland Mansion&lt;/a&gt; here in town. He's experienced a lot in his 92 years, but this was one story I wasn't expecting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STCCB3e19xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xjUawK12CD0/s1600-h/IMG_2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273858132235646738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STCCB3e19xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xjUawK12CD0/s320/IMG_2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, Papa went to Tulsa for a funeral. After it was over, he and a friend went to eat lunch and then came back to the church. As they pulled up, the family of the deceased were also returning from the grave site. A buddy of Papa's asked him to come meet a jester (at least that's what Papa HEARD) and thought he was referring to the Masonic Lodge. (which I don't completely understand, but everyone else at the table did...so I didn't question it). Well, come to find out, it had nothing to do with the lodge. Instead, he was meeting JESSICA SIMPSON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STAVauRTjQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jR1LsYu5oGQ/s1600-h/220px-Jessica_Simpson_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738712492248322" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STAVauRTjQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/jR1LsYu5oGQ/s320/220px-Jessica_Simpson_crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, the gal who is on my Ipod was shaking my Papa's hand calling him Mr. Northcutt. Come to find out Jessica's agent (or something like that) was also related to the deceased and Jessica was there for support. Funny thing is that Papa had no idea who he was meeting until after the fact when his buddy clued him in to his new friend's identity. Papa just smiled and said, "Well, she was a nice looking young lady."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad there weren't any paparazzi to capture the story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-7933906198932206475?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7933906198932206475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=7933906198932206475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7933906198932206475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7933906198932206475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-met-who.html' title='You met who?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/STCCB3e19xI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xjUawK12CD0/s72-c/IMG_2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-4777204271007232593</id><published>2008-11-27T20:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:02:34.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Turkey for you, Turkey for me...</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to be thankful for - oh so much! My hubby, our kiddos, our families and friends. I thank God daily for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day. We celebrated Thanksgiving with family at my mom's house. Although not everyone was in attendance, we still had a great meal with wonderful conversation. Our food spread consisted of all my favorites that I dream about throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gTFhngGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb3nSe7WCUY/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273539569691099234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gTFhngGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb3nSe7WCUY/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;...turkey, sweet potatoes, stuffing (or dressing depending on what you decide to call it), and cranberry salad (which I made). Topped off with coffee and pie. I'm definitely thankful for having ladies in my family who are good good cooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are a couple pictures of the gang enjoying the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gonKMNhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qJP-b-hHrdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273539939496900114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gonKMNhI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qJP-b-hHrdQ/s320/IMG_2056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gbukSPJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zN7vQ-NUF5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273539718147095698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gbukSPJI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zN7vQ-NUF5Q/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cyberworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had a great Thanksgiving too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to tune into tomorrow's blog where I'll be retelling a story that my grandfather told us today. Things like this only happen to him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-4777204271007232593?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4777204271007232593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=4777204271007232593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4777204271007232593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4777204271007232593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-for-you-turkey-for-me.html' title='Turkey for you, Turkey for me...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS9gTFhngGI/AAAAAAAAATw/Sb3nSe7WCUY/s72-c/IMG_2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3361250807554837310</id><published>2008-11-26T10:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:26:29.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavender'/><title type='text'>My Signature Color</title><content type='html'>Just like Shelby from Steel Magnolia's, I have a signature color, but its definitely NOT pink. A few years ago, I stumbled onto the fact that whenever I wear this color, I always get compliments on how I look. People will ask, "Is that a new top?" or say, "What a pretty color." It took me a bit to catch on, but eventually realized the correlation between compliments and what color shirt I had on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS2K4cps79I/AAAAAAAAATo/F0I1sLro5Ps/s1600-h/IMG_2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023441089130450" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS2K4cps79I/AAAAAAAAATo/F0I1sLro5Ps/s320/IMG_2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It never fails. I wear the color and the compliments will come. What's funny is that I think the color has a hint of gray in it, which is a horrid color on me, but for some reason, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt; looks awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I wear my color and may not be LOOKING for compliments, but have already received 3! It's going to be a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3361250807554837310?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3361250807554837310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3361250807554837310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3361250807554837310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3361250807554837310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-signature-color.html' title='My Signature Color'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SS2K4cps79I/AAAAAAAAATo/F0I1sLro5Ps/s72-c/IMG_2052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2650917799540734483</id><published>2008-11-25T15:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:43:53.676-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Hardest Part Is Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>There a lot of good TV shows out there. There are also a lot that have passed on into TV heaven and I fondly remember them in my thoughts and prayers...well...maybe not prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punky Brewster - she made it cool to be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Years - it broke my heart when they ended it with Kevin and Winnie not being together. I had wondered all those years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Meets World - Topanga. Any show with a name like Topanga has gotta be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawson's Creek - I miss all the Creek gang.  When Joey was normal and only dreamed about marrying Tom Cruise but hadn't really done so yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journeyman - His journey was cut short but at least I get to see him on Grey's now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack &amp;amp; Jill - a show from the WB back in my college years....oh the memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicity - oh how I miss thee crazy curly hair and wishy/washy decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends - although it had a long run, I still miss the ol' coffee gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Don't judge. It was a good show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - oh wait, its still on - just takes the TV people forever to actually start a new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably think of more, but thats my list for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2650917799540734483?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2650917799540734483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2650917799540734483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2650917799540734483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2650917799540734483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/hardest-part-is-saying-goodbye.html' title='The Hardest Part Is Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2571470778867350688</id><published>2008-11-24T19:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:28:56.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><title type='text'>10 Things Most Readers Won't Get</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Inside Jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  256 Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Hello Puppy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  That's ok Shelby, you'll catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Panda, the Princess of Reveille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Happiness isn't happiness without a violin playing goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Just tell her its Smurfette, or George, or Your Mom, or Bambi, or etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Keep it Posssitivveee.   (gotta sing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  There's a whole bunch of bugs in there, gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Can I show them my exercising skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Julie....I can't read..... (this one still makes me laugh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2571470778867350688?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2571470778867350688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2571470778867350688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2571470778867350688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2571470778867350688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-most-readers-wont-get.html' title='10 Things Most Readers Won&apos;t Get'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6968188006499087218</id><published>2008-11-23T19:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:23:41.846-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Things to do:</title><content type='html'>1. Laundry...I still need to wash Michael's work clothes (they are gross and get washed in a separate load). Also need to wash some black pants because they are the staple to my work attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean the bathroom. Its icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wash the dogs. They are really icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch the claymation movie Rudolph and Frosty and Santa's Coming to Town. Oh, how I love them so! Michael says I can't watch them until after Thanksgiving, but we had thanksgiving with his family today. So, I think that should be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Put up Christmas Decorations. That will probably happen next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finish Christmas shopping. I tried to get quite a bit done early, but I think Austin is the only person I've really finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Figure out this week's dinner menu. Tomorrow night will we have chicken and rice, spaghetti, or chicken strips? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Blog because my earlier one was too lame for words....I can check this one off as soon as I post this blog. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make Christmas cards. I took an evening to make cards with a friend, but ended up getting distracted rather easily and only finishe one card. Sadness, but still had fun hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make a list of cool blog topics to last the rest of the month. Anyone got ideas? Please comment and leave them for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6968188006499087218?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6968188006499087218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6968188006499087218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6968188006499087218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6968188006499087218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do:'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-4447923930029968809</id><published>2008-11-23T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:57:32.887-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>I got nothin'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-4447923930029968809?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4447923930029968809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=4447923930029968809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4447923930029968809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4447923930029968809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-8604760020153728432</id><published>2008-11-22T23:05:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:17:39.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>So what if the median age was 15?</title><content type='html'>I officially felt old last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqlMOKu5I/AAAAAAAAATI/e7M9vkuq_04/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721288493874066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqlMOKu5I/AAAAAAAAATI/e7M9vkuq_04/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie, Jamie and myself went to see Twilight the movie last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqrtcgF-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AP7qO99yNcY/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721400491579362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqrtcgF-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/AP7qO99yNcY/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the 7 boys in the theatre were officially the minority, a close second was anyone over the age of 17, and we totally fell into that category. We got there early in order to ensure a good seat. So, my dinner consisted of a large popcorn with butter and large diet dr. pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqxu8tSRI/AAAAAAAAATY/bIL5wfuW5Ow/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721503974312210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqxu8tSRI/AAAAAAAAATY/bIL5wfuW5Ow/s320/IMG_2028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the Twilight series, I've been pumped to see the movie. I went into it knowing that it wouldn't be as good as the book. And, I was right. Overall, I enjoyed it, but it was terribly difficult not to compare it to the book throughout each scene. Something would happen in the movie that was a bit off. I kept noticing all the small inconsistancies. Most of the differences didn't matter much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big complaint is that I don't feel the relationship between Edward and Bella was developed enough. For those who hadn't read the book and were watching the movie, I just don't think they would be able to see the extent of their love for eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I missed was hearing Bella's thoughts. In the book, Bella's thoughts guide you through the story; it clues you into the depth of her selflessness and love for Edward. If they had just had her narrate a little here and there, I think it would have made a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjq4FsM4rI/AAAAAAAAATg/T4o_4XWgyEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271721613158310578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjq4FsM4rI/AAAAAAAAATg/T4o_4XWgyEQ/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was great to see the awesome book up on the big screen. I can't wait for the next one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-8604760020153728432?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8604760020153728432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=8604760020153728432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8604760020153728432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8604760020153728432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-if-median-age-was15.html' title='So what if the median age was 15?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSjqlMOKu5I/AAAAAAAAATI/e7M9vkuq_04/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-681631391338688499</id><published>2008-11-21T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:24:47.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>What a weirdo I is!</title><content type='html'>Julie B tagged me, and I was struggling for a blog topic....so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Random/Weird Facts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mio&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice is of no importance to me. I can live without it. Warm beverages or cold one - makes no difference. I lived without an ice maker up until marrying my handy hubby and hating to fill ice trays so I just learned to deal without having a cold drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches with chips and salsa topped off with a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Towel issue - Don't use mine! Doesn't matter if it is dry when I come back to use it. Don't touch it. I won't go to yours either. Its a usage issue along with a territory issue. Mine is kept in one area and yours in another. My hubby has had to deal with the towel wrath but I think it really stems from my childhood when my brother would use my towel after football practice. GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call it weird or a talent but I know at least part of almost every song on the radio....doesn't really even matter what station. Some songs I know and I have no earthly idea how I know them. I think this stems from high school when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Jenny and I listened to songs over and over again in order to learn all the words....now I do it instinctively and am hardly aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I rub my feet together to relax. It also helps me fall asleep. Its a family thing too. My dad did it as well as my brother and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have a "Need to File" file in my filing cabinet.  Many of items have been in it for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mispronounce&lt;/span&gt; the word toilet. I never realized this until my dear hubby pointed it out. I often add an 'R' to it and end up with it sounding like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;torlit&lt;/span&gt;.' Normally when I try hard to pronounce it correctly is when I get it wrong. Michael always notices and always cracks up and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pronunciation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging all my blogging friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-681631391338688499?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/681631391338688499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=681631391338688499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/681631391338688499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/681631391338688499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-weirdo-i-is.html' title='What a weirdo I is!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1149694564246185790</id><published>2008-11-20T20:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:23:51.815-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggles'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts with Julie</title><content type='html'>Life consists of a lot of commitments.  People are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to their jobs, their friends, their family.  If married, they are hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to their spouse or if not married, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to a significant other.  Others may even be obsessed with their commitment so much so that it overtakes their lives and ends up damaging other life commitments in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, our life is full of commitment.  Its all around us and inevitable.  The problem is that these days the most important things that take commitment are the ones people give up on so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the piano when I was younger.  I hated practicing.  I would've rather cleaned the bathroom, washed the dog (probably not in that order), or cleaned the entire house.  Practicing was of no interest to me.  Actually my first piano teacher even kicked me out of her class because of this fact.  She said that I was waisting her time.  Honestly, her statement pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; me.  I felt totally dejected.  But now that I have an adult perspective, she may have lacked tact and I definitely wouldn't send my own child to her, but she was right.  I wasn't committed to playing the piano and was totally waisting her time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my office was a newly married couple.  They came in to add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hubster's&lt;/span&gt; account.  As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; started to fill out the paperwork, she kinda freaked out a bit saying, "I don't want to do this.  I really don't want to do this."  She repeated herself several times even mentioned the fact that she was freaking out and felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; of the whole idea of her name being added to his account.  In her eyes, a financial commitment was a bigger deal than a life commitment.  As they walked out of my office and out the door without adding her name to hubster's account, I laughed.  Actually, I cracked up and repeated the story several times to co-workers.  I was shocked by her skewed outlook on marriage and finances.  I don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wifey's&lt;/span&gt; life story.  I don't know what caused her to see financial issues in such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;peril&lt;/span&gt;.  Maybe she had the same piano teacher who didn't like her lack of commitment.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do know is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; got me thinking about commitment.  What areas of our life do we put our whole heart into?  What areas do we become lax in? And why is it that way?  What caused us to find more importance in wealth, stuff, friends, and jobs and less importance in Christ and His call to a different kind of commitment.  It's a daily struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I take up my cross, and I choose to follow Him.  I choose for Christ to be my #1 commitment.  I just pray that as tomorrow's struggles and commitments come to fruition, I can do it again...and again...and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1149694564246185790?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1149694564246185790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1149694564246185790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1149694564246185790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1149694564246185790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-thoughts-with-julie.html' title='Deep Thoughts with Julie'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1336492717657145580</id><published>2008-11-19T10:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:54:01.836-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awana&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Ugly Shirt Day</title><content type='html'>Today is U&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gly&lt;/span&gt; Shirt Day. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; is Ugly Shirt Day at church. Although it isn't an official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spectacle&lt;/span&gt; of ugly shirt wearing, if you are a leader with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awana's&lt;/span&gt;, then you get an ugly shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ugly shirt is red with a black collar. Because I'm a rebel, I don't always wear it. Even though its the leader's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; uniform for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Awana's&lt;/span&gt;, some evenings are just a bit too rushed to get that ugly thing on, while other evenings, its just not clean. (oh, darn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy helping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awana's&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't know what the group is, just google it. Its a lot of fun to see these kids learn so many Bible verses and recite them without a problem. So cool. I started helping 3 years ago when Austin was in his first year of Sparks. So, I've had the "pleasure" of wearing this shirt for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added flair to the ugly shirt, hoping it would jazz it up a bit. Although, I feel better with my pieces of flair, it still doesn't help in the ugliness factor. Whoever designed this shirt, did not have fashion in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I wear my ugly shirt...proudly...well...maybe not so proudly, but I'm wearing it at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1336492717657145580?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1336492717657145580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1336492717657145580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1336492717657145580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1336492717657145580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugly-shirt-day.html' title='Ugly Shirt Day'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6143778248074989157</id><published>2008-11-18T09:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:49:31.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><title type='text'>These are the days of our laptops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, hubby and I went to the store last night to get my laptop. The cute little thing just looked So. Incredibly. Little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We looked over the regular sized laptops and realized that for just a couple hundred dollars more (yes I know that's not chump change), we could get a larger one with more memory and more hard drive space. Basically, we didn't want to get home and regret having the baby laptop at home dreaming of the grown up one. Its not like a baby laptop is going to grown into a bigger one. (That's just silly). I kinda freaked out a bit on the inside (no I didn't have a panic attack in the store) (well, almost), but my awesome hubby reassured me that it was a great buy and totally "needed." I think it was a good choice too! I did almost drop kick the sales lady who wouldn't let up on selling me the extended warranty or some other component that is needed for a laptop. I refrained and told her (repeatedly) that we would need to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSOMA5G-qmI/AAAAAAAAATA/A_g-yIEA6iw/s1600-h/s0267159_enl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270209935911594594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSOMA5G-qmI/AAAAAAAAATA/A_g-yIEA6iw/s320/s0267159_enl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my pretty new laptop. I'm calling her Jem.  (because she is truly, truly, truly outrageous, the music contagious...whoops, sorry I got distracted by the Jem and the Holograms) I haven't taken the clear plastic cover off the top yet cuz I don't want to get fingerprints on it. I know it's a bit obsessive, but I want to take care of our new addition to the family!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6143778248074989157?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6143778248074989157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6143778248074989157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6143778248074989157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6143778248074989157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-are-days-of-our-laptops.html' title='These are the days of our laptops..'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSOMA5G-qmI/AAAAAAAAATA/A_g-yIEA6iw/s72-c/s0267159_enl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-358264094884954785</id><published>2008-11-17T16:15:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:56:12.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><title type='text'>Wi-Fi here I come!!</title><content type='html'>Over the past few months, I've really been wanting a laptop. Some people would say that they don't NEED one, but they really just WANT one. I'm not one of those people. I NEED one and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrapbook and love it to death. One of my prized scrap booking possessions is my lovely cricut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHxZ_IqXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/cVvnc6oY9t4/s1600-h/A1-29-0001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269758467746979618" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHxZ_IqXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/cVvnc6oY9t4/s320/A1-29-0001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHxCSq8CNI/AAAAAAAAASo/2jGpXZ5vKbA/s1600-h/A1-29-0001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know anything about it, google it. You will be amazed by its gloriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the Cricut Design Studio for a present and haven't had the opportunity to use it yet. Basically, the Design Studio allows you to use multiple cartridges and connect letters and do lots of other stuff that I don't know about yet (since I haven't had the chance to play with the program). You plug the cricut into your computer and then just sit back and let the fun times begin. I don't have an area by my desktop to put my cricut and scrap booking stuff. So that's where the laptop comes into play! I can spread everything out on my dining room table with my laptop and cricut and all and just let my creativity go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today my dreams of laptop wonderfulness is coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHyYg9a1yI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q8vXKBhgSQ4/s1600-h/s0267528_enl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269759541978519330" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHyYg9a1yI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q8vXKBhgSQ4/s320/s0267528_enl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend at work showed me her new laptop, which mind you is small. The smallness factor is actually a plus to me. It will take up less space on the table of scrap booking funness. It has tons of memory and hard drive space plus has Wi-Fi connection which my Ponca City America town just made available to everyone for free. AND, AND, AND - the darn thing is only $350. I know thats a lot of money, BUT when I looked at Dell and priced everything, it would have cost me like over $1000! SWEETNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked hubby into this being my Christmas present, and I just get it a bit early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a little over a month early isn't &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; bad. So yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-358264094884954785?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/358264094884954785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=358264094884954785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/358264094884954785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/358264094884954785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/wi-fi-here-i-come.html' title='Wi-Fi here I come!!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSHxZ_IqXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/cVvnc6oY9t4/s72-c/A1-29-0001-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6643820983992575889</id><published>2008-11-16T12:42:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:31:37.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>You want me to cast off what?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a fun day. Not only did I get to see old friends, but I also picked up a new skill. I'm so excited!! I can now check off from my creativity list - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knitting&lt;/span&gt;! I'm not saying my skills are at a pro level, but I'm working on a scarf today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April helped me pick out some yarn and knitting needles yesterday. Then, we all went out for lunch/dinner...I'm going to call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lunner&lt;/span&gt; for short. So, while waiting for our food, April helped me with the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBskdc5kXI/AAAAAAAAASg/6tUvZAbBlkA/s1600-h/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269330937660412274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBskdc5kXI/AAAAAAAAASg/6tUvZAbBlkA/s320/IMG_2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBqTk5uAeI/AAAAAAAAASA/GphVuiQsd3M/s1600-h/IMG_2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269328448579305954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBqTk5uAeI/AAAAAAAAASA/GphVuiQsd3M/s320/IMG_2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was at a constant state of confusion throughout my lesson. I felt like a complete moron at first. I hook where? And cast on what? I kinda felt like I was learning to sail or fish instead of knit. But with a bit of teeth gritting and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt;, I'm started to get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls said that my facial expressions were priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBq69fBy1I/AAAAAAAAASI/dsfj3kvUWWc/s1600-h/IMG_2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269329125193141074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBq69fBy1I/AAAAAAAAASI/dsfj3kvUWWc/s320/IMG_2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in time, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; pulled off the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scarfish&lt;/span&gt; thing from one of the needles and totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt;. Ape explained that this happens sometimes and showed me what to do. I'm so glad she was there to coach me through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;trauma&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at knitting wasn't the prettiest ever, but as you call tell from the picture below, I'm totally going to rock out a cool scarf soon! I can't wait to move onto hats, mittens, and blankets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBrNshXrQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hm-XaADqKlA/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269329447057075458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBrNshXrQI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hm-XaADqKlA/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6643820983992575889?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6643820983992575889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6643820983992575889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6643820983992575889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6643820983992575889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-want-me-to-cast-off-what.html' title='You want me to cast off what?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SSBskdc5kXI/AAAAAAAAASg/6tUvZAbBlkA/s72-c/IMG_2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-294779129532197557</id><published>2008-11-15T21:14:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:06:44.841-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Games, Babies, and Punch</title><content type='html'>Today I traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenpool&lt;/span&gt;, OK. It isn't a normal travel location for me, but today was special. Lisa, one of my college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;, is having a baby, and April, another college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;, had a baby shower for her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glenpool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tend to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;back stories&lt;/span&gt; and today is no different. Lisa and I met at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BSU&lt;/span&gt; our Freshman year. I'll never forget our first meeting when she came into my dorm room and proceeded to climb in my bed and make herself at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dorm room&lt;/span&gt; home. That story in and of itself really sums up Lisa's personality. She is easy going, free spirited, and friendly. By our Sophomore year we were super good friends, and by our Junior year, it was a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt; that we would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;. We ended up sharing an apt for 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Xad2ck2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/NOinn5XDrhQ/s1600-h/julie+%26+lisa+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269096569992156002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Xad2ck2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/NOinn5XDrhQ/s320/julie+%26+lisa+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In apt sharing year #2, we decided to get a third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; and April was the perfect choice! I met April through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BSU&lt;/span&gt; as well. She was in Lisa and my Ministry Team (MT) during our Junior year. She is such a caring, sweet person but also completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ornery&lt;/span&gt;! (I couldn't find any pictures on hand of Ape and I together from the college years....so sad!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us had a ton of fun and have loads of stories...some of which will not be shared on here! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Glenpool&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know much about the small town, but I do know that April's house is very easy to find. (Which I really appreciate!) We played some silly baby games, ate some yummy food (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;poppy seed&lt;/span&gt; cake), and watched Lisa open her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Tr9TJJNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OHPQCXVTKeQ/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269092472445281490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Tr9TJJNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OHPQCXVTKeQ/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Tlt0kfvI/AAAAAAAAARI/OPRURdB1g_4/s1600-h/IMG_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269092365211303666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Tlt0kfvI/AAAAAAAAARI/OPRURdB1g_4/s320/IMG_2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great day with some dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-T_Bk9FrI/AAAAAAAAARY/ASFZc_HcZ20/s1600-h/IMG_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269092800011245234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-T_Bk9FrI/AAAAAAAAARY/ASFZc_HcZ20/s320/IMG_2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-294779129532197557?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/294779129532197557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=294779129532197557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/294779129532197557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/294779129532197557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/games-babies-and-punch.html' title='Games, Babies, and Punch'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR-Xad2ck2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/NOinn5XDrhQ/s72-c/julie+%26+lisa+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-4086882754893922093</id><published>2008-11-14T10:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:37:27.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Its not goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Today is kind of a sad day for me. 8 years ago today, my father passed away. He was a great dad and really taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR4ZhWK6MdI/AAAAAAAAARA/1roCCtp0Ze4/s1600-h/me%26dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268676674747773394" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR4ZhWK6MdI/AAAAAAAAARA/1roCCtp0Ze4/s320/me%26dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, my family went through a lot. In one year, we lost 3 family members. Two of which were two weeks apart. Needless to say, it was difficult. Through it all though, I never wavered in my faith. God was my rock. I remember often thinking, "how can people get through this kind of pain without Jesus?" The void in my heart from losing my father at a pretty early age (he was only 51) was completely filled with the love of Christ and knowing that one day I would see my dad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his funeral, I read this poem. I originally wrote it for a Christmas present the previous year. I felt so much comfort in knowing that he read this before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR4Za6ahc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ukLvtQaer1k/s1600-h/flute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268676564217852866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR4Za6ahc8I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ukLvtQaer1k/s320/flute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I manage without you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been there for me time and time again - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provider, encourager, strength.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words cannot explain all that you have done for this family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But not just the family - for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words of wisdom I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' always want to hear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But almost always end up being right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much of you has been instilled in me - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My outlook on life, sense of humor, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prankish&lt;/span&gt; behavior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its not just the personality traits,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your love for God and ability to continually &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grow in him have touched me in more ways than &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you will ever know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Daddy for showing yourself to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not goodbye. Its just see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-4086882754893922093?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4086882754893922093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=4086882754893922093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4086882754893922093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/4086882754893922093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-goodbye.html' title='Its not goodbye.'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR4ZhWK6MdI/AAAAAAAAARA/1roCCtp0Ze4/s72-c/me%26dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3211274084698136232</id><published>2008-11-13T22:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:30:14.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><title type='text'>Real men go to plays.</title><content type='html'>Plays, musicals, and concerts. Michael and I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen several Ponca Playhouse productions over the years and a few Off-Broadway shows in the City (FYI - For those not from Oklahoma, the "City" means Oklahoma City). Its "our" thing, and we both get excited about any opportunity that comes our way to see a new show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the local paper about a new play that the Playhouse was presenting and had every intention of talking to Michael about going....but...with a crazy work week, I plum forgot. Well, thankfully my awesome mama called on Tuesday and asked if we would like to use her tickets since she and my step-dad (Vic) wouldn't be able to go. Michael didn't need much persuading, and we snatched those tickets up quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play was Steel Magnolia's (like the movie), and I just knew it would be a treat to watch a play version of a movie that I truly enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EHFlJypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z24LMYWd6Lk/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371658896951954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EHFlJypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z24LMYWd6Lk/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight was the night. We picked up our tickets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EQ8ZLEwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MW-SzTdgRqI/s1600-h/IMG_20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371828229477122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EQ8ZLEwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/MW-SzTdgRqI/s320/IMG_20031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found our seats, and enjoyed a sweet story about 6 ladies hanging out in a beauty shop. And I didn't mind once that we were missing Grey's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(we look exhausted in this pic but still had a great evening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EW0Wi8VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bH8oPwaxiik/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371929150189906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EW0Wi8VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/bH8oPwaxiik/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3211274084698136232?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3211274084698136232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3211274084698136232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3211274084698136232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3211274084698136232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-men-go-to-plays.html' title='Real men go to plays.'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SR0EHFlJypI/AAAAAAAAAQg/z24LMYWd6Lk/s72-c/IMG_1993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2289483918961500274</id><published>2008-11-12T20:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:01:58.429-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael and me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My List 1998</title><content type='html'>February 24 1998-March 31 1998 I made a list with my discipleship leader. This list was full of high expectations and lofty dreams. It was written by a girl, that at the time, wanted to feel completely independent and not have a relationship define her nor complete her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was pretty easy in 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRuYvW8FAvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pCyw6DZK8JI/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267972128518767346" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRuYvW8FAvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pCyw6DZK8JI/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally involved at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BSU&lt;/span&gt; and really learning a ton about myself and what kind of life I wanted to lead, I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sophomore&lt;/span&gt; at the University of Oklahoma (Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt;) studying business and living in the dorms for a second year with a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt;. Although, at the time, life seemed kinda complicated, in reality, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; wasn't at all. At the time I was reading, "Lady In Waiting." This was the first time in my life that I truly understood what it meant to call Jesus my Bridegroom. For some reason, before reading this book, it was just a concept that was a bit weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my journal on Jan 21, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When we fall in love, we give that person our heart. God wants no less! He deserves no less! The fullness of devotion comes from a walk with God in complete fellowship."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of that could be quoting the book - not sure - but I know some of it is my words too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my list. It's a list of qualities (along with verses to back it up) that I desired in a husband. Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeks God - is a Christian (Rom 8:5 &amp;amp; 9)&lt;br /&gt;2. He loves his wife as he loves the church (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 5:1 &amp;amp; 25-28)&lt;br /&gt;3. Spiritual leader (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 5:22-23)&lt;br /&gt;4. Active in some type of ministry (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 4:1 &amp;amp; 2:10, Matt 28: 19-20)&lt;br /&gt;5. Good Communicator (Prov 11:9, 20:5, 18:13, 21)&lt;br /&gt;6. Respectful of myself &amp;amp; others (Heb 12:14-15, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 5:33)&lt;br /&gt;7. Refuses to jump ahead of God's timing (Psalm 37:3-7)&lt;br /&gt;8. Maintains proper relationships (Heb 12:14)&lt;br /&gt;   With family (Ex 20.12)&lt;br /&gt;   With other men (II Tim 2:2)&lt;br /&gt;   With other woman (Matt 5:28)&lt;br /&gt;9. Has integrity and does not compromise (I Tim 5:21-22, 6:11, Titus 2:6-8)&lt;br /&gt;   Integrity characteristics - honest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;, obedient (to God), pure...&lt;br /&gt;10. Self-controlled (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Thes&lt;/span&gt; 4:3-7, Gal 5:2-26, Titus 2:6-8)&lt;br /&gt;11. Provider (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 5:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;12. Sensitive spirit - to me and to others (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt; 4:29, II Cor 1:24, Gal 6:9-10)&lt;br /&gt;   Speaks my love language&lt;br /&gt;   Seeks to understand what makes me tick&lt;br /&gt;13. Understands the importance of feelings and emotions (Col 3:12)&lt;br /&gt;14. Humble enough to be a disciple (teachable) &amp;amp; able to disciple others (II Tim 2:2)&lt;br /&gt;15. Family Man - raises children properly for God's glory (Prov 22:6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this list wasn't long enough, I also had "Bonus items" that weren't really Biblical qualities - just things that I would like in a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Romantic&lt;br /&gt;*Good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;*Musically inclined&lt;br /&gt;*Stable family background&lt;br /&gt;*Can be spontaneous (which I have such a hard time with!)&lt;br /&gt;*Can talk with me easily but can also just be still and silent&lt;br /&gt;*Respects my tender/sensitive sides&lt;br /&gt;*Sense of direction&lt;br /&gt;*Gives good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;back rubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said before. This list was from a gal with just crazy high expectations that really seem unreasonable to want ALL of them. However, I knew when writing it that it wasn't something my future husband would be 100% in all areas. I just wanted to see growth or desire in them at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I started dating on April 30, 2004. We were engaged Feb 2005 and married Oct 15, 2005. Sometime between April 2004 and Feb 2005, I found "My List," and read it to Michael. He was a bit intimidated by the whole thing, but with tears in my eyes I explained to him how awesome this was!! I wrote this list, not knowing him, not knowing where my life would take me. I was just listening to God as He put desires in my heart and helped me write them down on paper. Michael fits in all my "categories." He may not be 100% in all of them, but I do know he desires to grow where God leads him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy, lofty dreams gal who really hadn't lived much life made a list and in turn got to see the hand of God leading her through years and years of life and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRuYLQps0KI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GHUvYFixgDg/s1600-h/Michael%26JulieWedding+Day+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267971508355780770" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRuYLQps0KI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GHUvYFixgDg/s320/Michael%26JulieWedding+Day+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2289483918961500274?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2289483918961500274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2289483918961500274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2289483918961500274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2289483918961500274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-list-1998.html' title='My List 1998'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRuYvW8FAvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pCyw6DZK8JI/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6950911362770362373</id><published>2008-11-11T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:03:41.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Goofy Us</title><content type='html'>Our family loves to take pictures....especially goofy ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpNc1l_W_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jOJ6qG64oh4/s1600-h/Goobers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267607871981313010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpNc1l_W_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jOJ6qG64oh4/s320/Goobers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpNoaPmm-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8F0ufkZfhsM/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267608070798089186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpNoaPmm-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8F0ufkZfhsM/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpN3nLBQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RaghwHH72YU/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267608331966563138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpN3nLBQ0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/RaghwHH72YU/s320/IMG_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya...the goofier, the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6950911362770362373?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6950911362770362373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6950911362770362373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6950911362770362373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6950911362770362373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/goofy-us.html' title='Goofy Us'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRpNc1l_W_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/jOJ6qG64oh4/s72-c/Goobers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5671843340185474001</id><published>2008-11-10T13:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:13:31.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>Will my feet fall off?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Boots. I have a fantastic pair of purply red boots. They are maroon in color but I just don't think that name does them justice in the description dept. So, instead they are purply red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRj7LETREyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HRkPv-lBO9M/s1600-h/IMG_1988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235931761480482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRj7LETREyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HRkPv-lBO9M/s320/IMG_1988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had these awesome boots for years but only worn them a handful of times. Purply red is a difficult color to match up with an ensemble. I honestly can't remember the last time these boots touched actual feet unless they were just scooted to the side of the closet to make room for other cute shoes...that is until today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day off wearing some black ballet slippers with black pants (always black pants) a maroon colored top and black cardigan. Well, its a icky fall day with drizzle rain and wind. When I got to work, the rain wasn't too bad and I made it into my warm office without a problem. BUT, by lunchtime the parking lot had puddles everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, I'm really good at stepping in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of them. Especially big puddles that my pant cuffs somehow fling up so the rest of my pant leg gets wet too. Its an amazing talent really. One that is more innate then taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after chillin' at home and eating some leftovers, I decided that my soggy feet needed a lift from the puddles and realized that today's outfit would work great with my purply red boots. YEAH! Well, not so much - I have never tried to "suck in" my feet before but that's exactly what it felt like when I crammed my feet into these lovely boots. These babies fit fine when I bought them....its not like my feet size fluctuates THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they make spanx for feet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a bit of prayer and sweat and groaning, my feet were in the stupid boots. Now came the hard part - zipping them up. Oh my goodness that was like trying to get a size 2 in a size 12. But again, by the grace of God my prayers were answered and those horrible boots zipped up. Unfortunately, this whole ordeal caused my tardiness at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, moving on 2 hours....my feet are numb...throbbing numb. See, you would think the fact that the horrendous boots did not want to be wrapped around my feet today would be enough to make me change shoes, but noooo. So if that's not reason enough then at least the fact that today is an extremely busy day at work where I am up and down constantly having to walk around the bank - you would THINK that &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; make me rethink my shoe attire choices. Again, nope! I'm still wearing those stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning though that as long as I keep my feet straight in front of me and don't wiggle my toes much then I'm good. Not too uncomfortable and just a slight numbing feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRj68Zz9D3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sWQfpWxn3OI/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235679837687666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRj68Zz9D3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/sWQfpWxn3OI/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my feet aren't going to fall off from lack circulation, right???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5671843340185474001?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5671843340185474001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5671843340185474001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5671843340185474001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5671843340185474001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-my-feet-fall-off.html' title='Will my feet fall off?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRj7LETREyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HRkPv-lBO9M/s72-c/IMG_1988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1682661120766541967</id><published>2008-11-09T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:14:09.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Survey Time'/><title type='text'>Ya...its a cop out...sue me!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the new 2008 edition of getting to know your family and friends. Here is what you are supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun. I'm tagging all my blogger friends...so if you read this...ya gotta do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and be truthful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation right now?&lt;br /&gt;Banker &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;, Parent to two fabulous kids, and Wife to a open hearted, loving hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not wearing socks! (probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The washer running, the TV (which no one is watching right now...how wasteful), the movement of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; sack that Shelby is filling with who knows what, and Austin trying to get her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A brownie...and yes, I just had ONE. Yeah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;I can do the shifting part when someone yells, "Shift!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was my Aunt Charlene...aka Annie Chuck or Char&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How old are you today?&lt;br /&gt;31 years 2 months and 1 day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Football. Preferably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dt&lt;/span&gt;. Dr. Pepper, Raspberry Ice Tea (fountain variety), and Starbucks Vanilla Latte with Hazelnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;A few times in college but I leave it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Au&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;naturel&lt;/span&gt; these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood. Mexican sounds yummy right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Oceans 13. I would say it was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; movie but the first was a ton better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;I have several. My anniversary is the one I chose to answer with today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you vent anger?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on with whom I am angry. If I'm angry with my hubby or close friends - I will tell them. Hubby should already know before I even say I'm angry. If I'm angry with a random person, then I'll still probably vent to my hubby or close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was your favorite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my Barbies, My Little Ponies, and Strawberry Shortcake Dolls. I loved all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Tie between Fall and Winter but both have drawbacks (all seasons do really).&lt;br /&gt;With Fall, comes football season, pretty leaves as the trees change, and cool weather, BUT you also have to rake those lovely leaves and end up with tons of wind in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;As for Winter, I love the snow falling where it covers all the grass and the streets are wet but not slick. You get hot chocolate and fires and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;, BUT you get ice storms and black ice and sleet.&lt;br /&gt;18. Cherries or Blueberries?&lt;br /&gt;Cherries totally cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Living arrangements?&lt;br /&gt;With my hubby, 2 kids, and 2 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;I think 2 nights ago but wasn't like a BIG cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is on the floor of your closet?&lt;br /&gt;Some shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Rocked out with the family and blogged about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Death of a loved one. Also kinda scared about business leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ponca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?&lt;br /&gt;cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite dog breed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tzus&lt;/span&gt; of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How many states have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;One - ya kinda boring but I like Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;diamonds baby! they are a girl's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Stargazer Lily or Roses (without baby's breath - I hate baby's breath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; peeps, get to surveying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1682661120766541967?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1682661120766541967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1682661120766541967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1682661120766541967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1682661120766541967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/yaits-cop-outsue-me.html' title='Ya...its a cop out...sue me!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5211147495030890581</id><published>2008-11-08T18:19:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:37:43.755-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockin&apos; Out'/><title type='text'>We make rockin' look easy</title><content type='html'>So far, this weekend has been a typical one at the Nephew House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Shelby had a friend spend the night, and they decided to make Guitar Hero into a true group effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZGLQT5UJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t6NjW5m1osQ/s1600-h/IMG_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266473973427294354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZGLQT5UJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t6NjW5m1osQ/s320/IMG_1901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZGXALBnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vpLbS8DUZSY/s1600-h/IMG_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266474175253552402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZGXALBnRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vpLbS8DUZSY/s320/IMG_1905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, three of them are playing the drums together.  (silly,silly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, it was all Michael and Austin. First Michael cooked dinner. Burritos...mmm, yummy goodness, and then ROCK TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin began the rock show with a few slick guitar moves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-225029f087794f04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D225029f087794f04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D802412CC1D00F2F559033E0893C47786C5C33EF3.73C04B85728741E90E1B9F48A7C0ECB5FBBE3E42%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D225029f087794f04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzgA32mDDY7jiqF9eMzq3w4AzJPo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D225029f087794f04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D802412CC1D00F2F559033E0893C47786C5C33EF3.73C04B85728741E90E1B9F48A7C0ECB5FBBE3E42%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D225029f087794f04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzgA32mDDY7jiqF9eMzq3w4AzJPo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys rocked out together. (I knew that rocker wig would come in handy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZIU3n3S4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/oCHhhGR9w38/s1600-h/IMG_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266476337622109058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZIU3n3S4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/oCHhhGR9w38/s320/IMG_1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZIU3n3S4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/oCHhhGR9w38/s1600-h/IMG_1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d61c08ac3df9dc2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d61c08ac3df9dc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F16D9A5374EB88E1B45896A89DB5E5B86CBEF1B.522433CC25218A7DC1CEE514587055EB5B660403%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d61c08ac3df9dc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZbA36u96vL1pPN0YmBU_D6bw7RU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d61c08ac3df9dc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F16D9A5374EB88E1B45896A89DB5E5B86CBEF1B.522433CC25218A7DC1CEE514587055EB5B660403%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d61c08ac3df9dc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZbA36u96vL1pPN0YmBU_D6bw7RU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Shelby praying during their performance. I have a feeling her words included, "when will it end??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZJKHx2ExI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gqe_4IKluQU/s1600-h/IMG_1974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266477252492006162" style="WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZJKHx2ExI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gqe_4IKluQU/s320/IMG_1974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' worry. Shelby "Livin' On a Prayer" Nephew got her chance to play later, but the highlight of the evening was definitely watching Austin's dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e2175b1b4b98e9ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2175b1b4b98e9ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7471C1E510454D5B23D520D2AFE1E13B6BF15284.52D735077427B2264CB4EF1D1CE7973DD8871CA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2175b1b4b98e9ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zoXkW2zCZkwUCRhvv0Im2Lh9wk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De2175b1b4b98e9ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7471C1E510454D5B23D520D2AFE1E13B6BF15284.52D735077427B2264CB4EF1D1CE7973DD8871CA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De2175b1b4b98e9ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1zoXkW2zCZkwUCRhvv0Im2Lh9wk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5211147495030890581?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=225029f087794f04&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9d61c08ac3df9dc2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e2175b1b4b98e9ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5211147495030890581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5211147495030890581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5211147495030890581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5211147495030890581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-make-rockin-look-easy.html' title='We make rockin&apos; look easy'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRZGLQT5UJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/t6NjW5m1osQ/s72-c/IMG_1901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-7830652874350205249</id><published>2008-11-07T13:43:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:23:10.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Office Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRSzIRzYiPI/AAAAAAAAANY/ubU6jYsPqqc/s1600-h/t03749qvbde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266030819102198002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRSzIRzYiPI/AAAAAAAAANY/ubU6jYsPqqc/s320/t03749qvbde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite movies ever! Such classic office humor - the fax machine - the corporate downsizing - the territorial red stapler guy. I simply loves it! Oh, and the receptionist with the annoying voice - oh so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My professional career began a little over 7 years ago when I began working for a bank. Its the longest job I've ever had. Its like I'm a real adult or something. The majority of those 7 years were in the Data Dept (operations area) where I had several "hats." Our workspace consisted of several desk areas in a large room that was locked to the outside employees (literally). In total, I worked with 5 other people in that space that we called the fishbowl. I had my own desk area, but no real personal office. So, about 1 1/2 years ago I changed depts. and moved to the New Accounts/ Customer Service area. With this move, I also got my first official office space ever in my life. It was a pretty monumental moment in my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured there must be others out there in the world who are just now acquiring their own first office spaces and have no idea how to handle it. When you have an office there are several things that are a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music...gotta have the tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXbYIbWeI/AAAAAAAAANg/_zh2HPCv3gM/s1600-h/IMG_1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266070729637190114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXbYIbWeI/AAAAAAAAANg/_zh2HPCv3gM/s320/IMG_1878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer with lovely background pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYDrATAFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jJlACVUgYt0/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266071421898129490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYDrATAFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/jJlACVUgYt0/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone, tape, and stapler (although mine isn't red - it is a Staples brand which is like the coolest stapler ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYXwvNcTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/72g3CBj1sVw/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266071767034458418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYXwvNcTI/AAAAAAAAAOI/72g3CBj1sVw/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculator is a HUGE must when working at a bank along with daily calendar and loads of pens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXoZ1lC4I/AAAAAAAAANo/7FXUwG_TVHA/s1600-h/IMG_1879_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266070953433303938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXoZ1lC4I/AAAAAAAAANo/7FXUwG_TVHA/s320/IMG_1879_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And correction tape...can't be a complete office without the correction tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZqL6BYXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/miqngd9ooS0/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266073183076835698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZqL6BYXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/miqngd9ooS0/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working with a wide variety of clientele, it is imperative to have lots of hand sanitizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYOC2exYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vyeYxMtQ_p8/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266071600098100610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYOC2exYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vyeYxMtQ_p8/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXz92iaUI/AAAAAAAAANw/BZH1X_Hvu_0/s1600-h/IMG_1882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266071152079563074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTXz92iaUI/AAAAAAAAANw/BZH1X_Hvu_0/s320/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at all possible, make sure to get an office with a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTY5cIsrXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q276ZTg-Ly8/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072345619770738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTY5cIsrXI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q276ZTg-Ly8/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its even better if that window comes with a view (well, all windows come with a view...but make it a GOOD view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZINX6LhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wzC4E33u8SQ/s1600-h/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072599355076114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZINX6LhI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wzC4E33u8SQ/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about having an office is decorating it! So put a little personal touch on your space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZY67BZMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HqYqpRMvtW0/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072886459851970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZY67BZMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HqYqpRMvtW0/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYo_NU8nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rwMNY3goK_k/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266072062976651890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTYo_NU8nI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rwMNY3goK_k/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the picture Austin drew of me. He even put me in a bank shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZf_I_lYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4P8-sONha0U/s1600-h/IMG_1897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266073007851279746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRTZf_I_lYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4P8-sONha0U/s320/IMG_1897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this tutorial has helped the office space neophytes out there!! Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-7830652874350205249?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7830652874350205249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=7830652874350205249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7830652874350205249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7830652874350205249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/office-space.html' title='Office Space'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRSzIRzYiPI/AAAAAAAAANY/ubU6jYsPqqc/s72-c/t03749qvbde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3920037676470049673</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:55:03.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Days of Old</title><content type='html'>This evening I was totally at a loss about what to blog about. Michael started giving me tons of ideas about my clock collection, fake flowers, and even about Oceans 13 (the movie we watched tonight) Unfortunately, none of those really inspired me. So, I started searching through pictures saved on my computer....and I got inspired by of all people...my brother Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO5DARDSkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h3izLFhDN64/s1600-h/valentines+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755850588506690" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO5DARDSkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h3izLFhDN64/s320/valentines+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4faVcRaI/AAAAAAAAALc/3ZfOjOU0I-0/s1600-h/easter+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755239110952354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4faVcRaI/AAAAAAAAALc/3ZfOjOU0I-0/s320/easter+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4z4hVIFI/AAAAAAAAALs/qM-DVIAS3qU/s1600-h/water+ride+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755590811263058" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4z4hVIFI/AAAAAAAAALs/qM-DVIAS3qU/s320/water+ride+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4aszfflI/AAAAAAAAALU/-mjQdo76FjE/s1600-h/birthday+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755158169484882" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4aszfflI/AAAAAAAAALU/-mjQdo76FjE/s320/birthday+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya, I was a cute kid!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have a pretty cool brother. He is funny (but probably not as funny as me), extremely smart (ya, he is smarter than me), a great dad (I even used to call him my 2nd father), and just all around cool guy. I don't think he reads my blog, otherwise I probably wouldn't admit all of this in writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we didn't always get along, but I still wanted to hang out with him and his friends. (yes, he found this extremely annoying) He was my big brother, and I just knew that his friends probably thought I was cool like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got older and went on to college, he really took on the role of leading me in the right directions. He found me a roomie for my freshman year of college, showed me what classes to take (and even went with me to enroll), and told me that I WAS getting involved at the BSU (Baptist Student Union). Ya, he was kinda bossy, but only because he cared. I made amazing friends at the BSU while also growing in my relationship with the Lord; I learned a TON about communication from my roomie that year, and I had a manageable class load that allowed me to not feel too overwhelmed my first semester of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4qdrDCMI/AAAAAAAAALk/wXATRJRJmqA/s1600-h/JeffJulieatGLen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755428985440450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO4qdrDCMI/AAAAAAAAALk/wXATRJRJmqA/s320/JeffJulieatGLen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dad passed away, Jeff took on an even greater leadership role in my life. It was easy for him since he liked to tell me what to do anyway. He sees things very black and white. (haha - black and white like our outfits at our weddings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO45yELAYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gR-IvCwOPx4/s1600-h/Julie%26Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265755692157567362" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO45yELAYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gR-IvCwOPx4/s320/Julie%26Jeff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO5TIm7_TI/AAAAAAAAAME/x7wx3AD__6A/s1600-h/Jeff%26JulieIsle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265756127705693490" style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO5TIm7_TI/AAAAAAAAAME/x7wx3AD__6A/s320/Jeff%26JulieIsle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His opinion was a huge deciding factor for me moving back to Ponca City America. The coolest part is that God's hand was over the situation the entire time. By moving to Ponca, I was able to spend some much needed time with my mother, save money to buy a house, and eventually found the love of my life. No, those things didn't happen because of my brother, but his guidance and love were used by God to help move me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, I kinda have a pretty cool brother. (Even if he still calls me butthead.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3920037676470049673?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3920037676470049673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3920037676470049673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3920037676470049673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3920037676470049673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-of-old.html' title='Days of Old'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRO5DARDSkI/AAAAAAAAAL8/h3izLFhDN64/s72-c/valentines+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-524497483694035946</id><published>2008-11-05T12:20:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:53:12.375-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockin&apos; Out'/><title type='text'>Wii ROCK!</title><content type='html'>Our family purchased a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; earlier this year. The rest of my extended family had one (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, just my mom and brother), and we made numerous excuses to hang out at their homes in order to play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. Oh so much fun!! Honestly, I'm not a big fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;countess&lt;/span&gt; number of video games and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; mindless at a TV, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play games as a family and in the process spend some fun times together. Many games call you to get on your feet and move around. No other gaming system, that I know of, does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first games we bought was Guitar Hero 3. After playing it at my mom's, we were hooked! Shelby and I have both mastered the art of pushing buttons and are able to play most songs on Expert. So ya, we rock. Michael can play on Hard (and I think a few songs on Expert). Austin wasn't the biggest fan of this game at first. I think his fingers were a bit small to move over the buttons in a timely fashion. With a little practice, he is now a total rocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so all of that is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;back story&lt;/span&gt;. Here is the real blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Guitar Hero World Tour!! With drums, a rad guitar, and a microphone. Oh so fun!! The game was released at midnight on Oct 26. (yes, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;preordered&lt;/span&gt; our copy!) Michael and Shelby were especially excited about this game and decided to wake up at 11:40 PM in order to make the grand release at Game Stop. (yes, I thought it was a bit crazy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that if they are getting up they should &lt;em&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/em&gt; take some pictures for me so I can blog about it. Although Shelby refused to take any pictures in the store, she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with taking them away from the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my storyboard from Michael and Shelby's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;' good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, they left in the middle of the night (well, it was almost midnight, so for some that could be considered early evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are getting ready to leave on their adventure. Michael was so tired that he couldn't even get himself totally in the picture while Shelby can't even keep her eyes open (but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;giddy&lt;/span&gt; with excitement over the new game)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiJNz4T1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dDCbBXSRNvk/s1600-h/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265378824815136594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiJNz4T1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dDCbBXSRNvk/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Game Stop, Michael's mood started to pick up. I have a feeling he was feeling like a kid at heart right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJi5Qa2quI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NT99Obg1DSs/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379650149198562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJi5Qa2quI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NT99Obg1DSs/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! They arrive and of course they are early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiq29uRaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BGbDynPfGUU/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379402797958562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiq29uRaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BGbDynPfGUU/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store won't open for another 7 minutes. Michael said the guy inside was almost taunting those waiting (all 10-15 of them, which in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ponca&lt;/span&gt; City America is quite a mob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiZmvF7dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2wE6jZbhHuw/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379106383850962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiZmvF7dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2wE6jZbhHuw/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Michael may have been drooling with excitement in this picture. Here he is loading the game into the car. Shelby is doing so well with the play by play pictures. Too bad we don't have one of the actual purchase...I know you all are sad about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJjT2svmOI/AAAAAAAAALM/6UuAZOiWGiA/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265380107101378786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJjT2svmOI/AAAAAAAAALM/6UuAZOiWGiA/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...finally home sweet home! Our brand new baby has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJjIw8UHkI/AAAAAAAAALE/oDBnN4eSv8M/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379916577513026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJjIw8UHkI/AAAAAAAAALE/oDBnN4eSv8M/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Shelby stayed up 'til about 1AM getting the game set up and "testing" it to make sure everything worked. The testing was very scientific too seeing as they needed to play at least 5 or 6 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now our house is full of evening "jam" sessions and I must say...Guitar Hero World Tour totally rocks. (and kicks Rock Band's tail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-524497483694035946?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/524497483694035946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=524497483694035946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/524497483694035946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/524497483694035946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-rock.html' title='Wii ROCK!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRJiJNz4T1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/dDCbBXSRNvk/s72-c/IMG_1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-8217856667723923969</id><published>2008-11-04T10:53:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:31:52.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>Creativity can't wait til I'm 70!</title><content type='html'>I love being creative. This does not mean that I’m ALWAYS creative, but I do enjoy using that area of my brain. The idea of using paper or fabric or paint to create an idea just seems like too much fun. Unfortunately, I just don’t have the time to be Super Creative Woman and can’t scratch my creativity itches all at once. Here is my list of activities I wish I knew how to do/ had time for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Card making &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCVfG6B56I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y4BYjvQHaeE/s1600-h/AA021299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264872326058600354" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCVfG6B56I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y4BYjvQHaeE/s320/AA021299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already scrapbook but I love the whole card making idea. I don’t send out cards enough and maybe this would help me. Hopefully, I’ll be able to make Christmas cards this year. I should include stamping in this category too. I’m totally getting into it…well…I enjoy looking through magazines and websites on the subject and get tons of ideas. I’m just not using any of those ideas at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knitting/Crocheting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCJRH_VXhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAzxf1d5mmA/s1600-h/57600450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264858891691580946" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCJRH_VXhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gAzxf1d5mmA/s320/57600450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there is a difference between these two activities but I don’t know all the details. I want to make beautiful scarves that are soft and fluffy and everyone oohs and ahhs over them! Michael’s mom can do both, and I keep putting a little birdie in her ear to remind her that she wants to teach me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photography &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCQpRve1xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mboWdBekLyA/s1600-h/bn262041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264867003207702290" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCQpRve1xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mboWdBekLyA/s320/bn262041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shoot awesome pictures like the pros. I want to know what they mean by changing shutter speed and exposure. I want my subject to pop out with a blurry background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCS0RKTL9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WEc649yjF2E/s1600-h/rwl04004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264869391053565906" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCS0RKTL9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WEc649yjF2E/s320/rwl04004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love decorating but my house is complete…well…pretty much complete. So friends, if you need help decorating and want a shopping buddy, just give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sewing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCRZwmCBuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_6X_Fi6xIuQ/s1600-h/57658321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264867836123285218" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCRZwmCBuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_6X_Fi6xIuQ/s320/57658321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to even use a sewing machine but soooo want to know! I want to make my own curtains and pillows and duvet covers. I don’t even have a duvet to cover, but I would buy one if it means that I get to sew a pretty cover for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always wanted to take an oil painting class. I used to sooo love watching Bob Ross paint happy trees on Saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRB-q2gtJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/pJfMfvZyhBA/s1600-h/220px-Bob_at_Easel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264847239048406866" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRB-q2gtJ1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/pJfMfvZyhBA/s320/220px-Bob_at_Easel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know…I was a strange child. (I also loved James Bond movies and Kung Fu Theatre!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so there are a few of my creative desires. I would like to tackle all of them at some point in my life, but most will just have to be put on the back burner until I’m 70 with blue hair and too much time on my hands. I’ll be feisty at 70 too…one of those seniors who says whatever they want only because they are old and know they can get away with it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all reality, by the time I'm 70...well maybe 80, I'll be in Florida with a straw hat, painted on eyebrows, and just enjoy the sun all while complaining about how hot it is and will probably forget about all my creative ideas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCJJSsoacI/AAAAAAAAAJU/olgRMx-2zyc/s1600-h/itf289027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264858757126973890" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCJJSsoacI/AAAAAAAAAJU/olgRMx-2zyc/s320/itf289027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-8217856667723923969?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8217856667723923969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=8217856667723923969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8217856667723923969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/8217856667723923969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/creativity-cant-wait-til-im-70.html' title='Creativity can&apos;t wait til I&apos;m 70!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRCVfG6B56I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Y4BYjvQHaeE/s72-c/AA021299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5173221363984802450</id><published>2008-11-03T08:29:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:48:46.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Dog Gone Funny</title><content type='html'>My dogs can be a bit diva like. We have two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tzus&lt;/span&gt; named Maddie and Panda. (and no i did not just cuss on my blog), Maddie is a smidgen hyper, extremely loving, and sometimes obedient. Panda is cuddly when she wants to be, a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skiddish&lt;/span&gt; when she wants to be, and pretty much just does what she wants with a tiny smidgen of obedience for good measure. Regardless of their faults, I love em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We won't go into what Michael thinks of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other night I gave them a bath. Wet dogs always look funny to me, so I took pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8MV-Y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GpsQZYdMHs/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264440061083272466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8MV-Y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GpsQZYdMHs/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8Ml1GdiQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gLzJeLY08lw/s1600-h/IMG_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264440333468272898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8Ml1GdiQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gLzJeLY08lw/s320/IMG_1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pitiful&lt;/span&gt;. Like I just horribly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maimed&lt;/span&gt; them. I should probably put a disclaimer on my blog now for all my PETA readers.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*No animals were harmed in the making of this blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, after they dried out, both look perfectly normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8NHoerYdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fP1dk6R8LCM/s1600-h/IMG_1868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264440914195734994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8NHoerYdI/AAAAAAAAAI0/fP1dk6R8LCM/s320/IMG_1868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8N81Wn95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/H7QnRXn2gI4/s1600-h/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441828184684434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8N81Wn95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/H7QnRXn2gI4/s320/IMG_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda and Maddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8NtJNmbPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ps7CkYKIDHg/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264441558637636850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8NtJNmbPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ps7CkYKIDHg/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, like I said, normal and happy...except for the weird glare in their eyes I always get when photographing my doggies. I don't understand how professional photographers do it?? How do they get the dogs to look at them?? I had to take a zillion shots to get these. And how on earth do they get the pictures without that horrible devil eyed stare I always get. I know its because of the flash, but, I need the flash. Suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5173221363984802450?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5173221363984802450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5173221363984802450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5173221363984802450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5173221363984802450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/dog-gone-funny.html' title='Dog Gone Funny'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ8MV-Y0RRI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7GpsQZYdMHs/s72-c/IMG_1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6665830476313512910</id><published>2008-11-02T19:30:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:34:23.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Let the random blogs begin!</title><content type='html'>So, in the last 24 hours, I have taken some of the most random pictures for only one reason. Blogging. I don't like to blog without at least one picture. Who am I kidding, I want a lot of pictures. One just doesn't seem like enough. From previous posts, you can see that I try to tell a story through the pictures. So, the idea of telling you about my day without pictures galore to back it up just totally sounds wrong in so many ways. So ya, I'm becoming random in my blog topics due to a lack of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would LOVE to blog about my nephew's birthday party we had today. So much fun!! Unfortunately, doofus (aka ME) forgot her camera at home. So, you won't get that story. Totally breaks my heart as much as I know it must be breaking yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you get random story of the day which DOES include pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hubby and I slept in and skipped church (so bad, I know). It was so nice though just laying in bed and totally cracking each other up. We haven't had a morning like this in a long time. And it was sooo overdo. Anyway, nope - no pictures of our morning (which was totally G rated people) - so just imagine smelly morning breath with us constantly covering our mouths, tons of laughter, and PJs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and bad hair (at least on my part). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got out of bed and went to the kitchen, I kept hearing what almost sounded like rain falling but it wasn't raining. I let the dogs out and saw the coolest sight! It &lt;em&gt;WAS &lt;/em&gt;raining in our backyard; it was raining leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our neighbor has a huge tree that leans over to our yard. Type of tree? Totally don't know and totally don't care. Its the big tree variety with leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5Z13PGxVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u6js28JLuhg/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264243796337935698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5Z13PGxVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u6js28JLuhg/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5WkqQtTJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rW59GDt3b3c/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, orange, and red leaves were lightly falling as the wind whistled through the trees. It was beautiful. I tried to get a few pictures of it, but none of them really did the scene justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5XwhMIXJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e9Aplg_5ddM/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264241505497275538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5XwhMIXJI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e9Aplg_5ddM/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, keep in mind that very few leaves had accumulated in our backyard prior to this morning. It was like waking up Christmas morning to a full blanket of snow. Only it was leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5YfiVWSwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oS9Chf7NDdw/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264242313258224386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5YfiVWSwI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oS9Chf7NDdw/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realize how difficult it is to catch a picture of falling leaves. Ya, its hard. Almost impossible, I'd say!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5XO9vnp5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/js4rJmgzees/s1600-h/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264240929046767506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5XO9vnp5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/js4rJmgzees/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm needing volunteers to help rake. Any takers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6665830476313512910?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6665830476313512910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6665830476313512910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6665830476313512910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6665830476313512910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-random-blogs-begin.html' title='Let the random blogs begin!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQ5Z13PGxVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u6js28JLuhg/s72-c/IMG_1859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6410177990760701091</id><published>2008-11-01T13:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:19:07.886-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NaBloPoMo'/><title type='text'>Who came up with this and have they been shot yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nablopomo.ning.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756299124295682" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQyedymHSAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LKm5ip8PLB8/s320/nablo1108_120x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, sweet friend Julie B informed me that starting today it is officially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/span&gt; 2008. That is the weirdest acronym &lt;em&gt;EVER!!&lt;/em&gt; I'm not sure I totally understand the reasoning behind blogging every day for the month of November. My posts won't help feed kids in 3rd world countries nor will they help discover a cure for horrible diseases, but for some reason Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blog Master&lt;/span&gt; himself came up with this "brilliant" idea to get people blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;....so I'm a joiner...but it &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; sounds like fun. So I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is post #1 and its all about...well...hmm...I guess I just made it. So, its about National Blog Posting Month. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;!!! Maybe this won't be so difficult after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6410177990760701091?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6410177990760701091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6410177990760701091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6410177990760701091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6410177990760701091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-came-up-with-this-and-have-they.html' title='Who came up with this and have they been shot yet?'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQyedymHSAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LKm5ip8PLB8/s72-c/nablo1108_120x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-1159741306201918618</id><published>2008-10-31T14:35:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:35:50.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guitar Hero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Playing Dress Up</title><content type='html'>Today is Halloween (just in case you didn't get the memo). Although its not my favorite holiday by any means, I do have fun dressing Austin up and even doing a bit of dress up myself! I try to not take the "holiday" too seriously, but at the same time, I'm not sure I completely understand the reason for celebrating the dead. So, instead, the day is an excuse to have silly costumes and enjoy horribly yummy candy. Come to think of it, this whole "fun size" candy bars are really just a joke. Its like the candy companies are just teasing us with their bite size yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I have two Halloween stories both packed full of fun times for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST HALLOWEEN EVENT (kid related)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From a few posts back, I mentioned how Austin now loves Star Wars. So, when we saw the Darth Vader costumes at Wally World, it was a no brainer on what the little man would pick. Although his costume was a bit restrictive (aka tight), Austin still loved it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvZXW1nKzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P7H9ieu9MrI/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263539584803220274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvZXW1nKzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P7H9ieu9MrI/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the family went to the city wide Halloween carnival. Tons of games, candy, and fun were had by most kids. I'm not 100% sure the parents can say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvZvY1xbYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JDiTMZOODVs/s1600-h/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263539997657623938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvZvY1xbYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JDiTMZOODVs/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think the kiddos had more fun &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the event just by goofing off for the camera. Such hams, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvcgN-VJtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cy4s5C5QMUo/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263543035577575122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvcgN-VJtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Cy4s5C5QMUo/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our first time attending the event and might very well be our last. Long lines, so-so games, and random candy filled the evening. There were a couple booths (such as our church's moon jump) which were a huge hit, but overall I would much rather have our normal church Fall Festival back. We can always hope for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SECOND HALLOWEEN EVENT (work related)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever blogged about my job. (Not that there is a ton to blog about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work...at a bank. No, I don't save lives, make millions of dollars, nor teach the children of our future....I....bank. I can balance a mean check register and know the difference between a debit and credit. I am down with the banker lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's favorite banker term is "the work." Yes, it is a technical term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoy my job and love those with whom I work. This year, the powers that be said we could dress up for Halloween. Oh what fun! I figure, any excuse to wear sweats and sneakers to work is a great thing. Remember, the only time I even get to wear jeans on a Friday is when I'm paying $5 for a fundraiser event. So this was a huge treat! All the girls in my area agreed to wear costumes. Honestly, we always have fabulous intentions but often little follow through when it comes to participation. Thankfully, we all actually dressed up! I went the cheap route (not in a hooker kind of way...I know some of you went there!) and made my costume. Here is the final product. Don't I look cute!?! Yes, I'm a puppy with tail and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvbQkyT_BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fE6CcHXV63c/s1600-h/IMG_18361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263541667311647762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvbQkyT_BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fE6CcHXV63c/s320/IMG_18361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my coworkers had as much fun as I did with this whole dress up thing. The only drawback is that my head really started hurting by the end of the day. Pigtails really take a tole on one's noggin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, and the BESTEST part of the whole day, you ask? Michael showed up with McD's breakfast for me this morning and was also in costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQva7K1DsUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Ev5BKTCVhE/s1600-h/IMG_18358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263541299566588226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQva7K1DsUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-Ev5BKTCVhE/s320/IMG_18358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so caught off guard with his get up that I burst out hysterically laughing...tears and all. He said the rocker hair would be great for our Guitar Hero game. Silly silly hubby. He is just so darn cute!! Best part is that his attire totally blended in with the rest of wacky bank costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times...fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-1159741306201918618?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1159741306201918618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=1159741306201918618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1159741306201918618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/1159741306201918618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-dress-up.html' title='Playing Dress Up'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQvZXW1nKzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P7H9ieu9MrI/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5957290843074237895</id><published>2008-10-28T10:28:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:15:53.319-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Arkalalah</title><content type='html'>Last year was my first taste of Arkalalah, and although I'm still not sure what it means definition wise, experience wise - it is full of fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my co-horts consisted of Jamie (aka The Party Planner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkYdY9T1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XBtCNEWDmNg/s1600-h/IMG_17721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262285060974661458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkYdY9T1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XBtCNEWDmNg/s320/IMG_17721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie B (aka Jasper - at least that's what Jamie likes to call her these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdktq46HHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oZmCy71G8rE/s1600-h/IMG_17711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262285425375583346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdktq46HHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/oZmCy71G8rE/s320/IMG_17711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Laurie (aka PW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlmckgX9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Be_MFSRHePo/s1600-h/julie+and+laurie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286400784457682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlmckgX9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Be_MFSRHePo/s320/julie+and+laurie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdk4bnoNuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cTgPHMqZ87U/s1600-h/IMG_17731.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Arkalalah is an excuse to eat horribly calorie filled foods that are batter dipped and deep fried. I was, however, pleasantly surprised with my self control this year. Dinner consisted of a chicken gyro, which can be pronounced JEYE-ro OR Guy-ro depending on your upbringing. Laurie is from Arkansas, so whenever she pronounces anything, entertainment is always quick to follow. We actually had a lengthy conversation about how she over pronounces "Arkalalah." Basically, the 'h' is left off but she proudly draws out the entire thing (think Deck the Halls-Fa lah lah lah lah...) Anyway, may not be funny now, but it was hilarious last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made several discoveries during our adventure as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and I realized that we can crack up at will. Honestly, I'm not 100% sure what was so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlh1NFPqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CQbpbyOYybE/s1600-h/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286321497751202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlh1NFPqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CQbpbyOYybE/s320/laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learned that Laurie is a total ham. Well, we kinda already KNEW that, but she continued to show up with her hilarity throughout the evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlSErTxuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/V3UwY6azRYU/s1600-h/laughing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262286050773157602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlSErTxuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/V3UwY6azRYU/s320/laughing+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie found the biggest straw known to man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlD2jlxQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/V8AZVmKYZlU/s1600-h/Laurie+Straw+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262285806464517378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdlD2jlxQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/V8AZVmKYZlU/s320/Laurie+Straw+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie was thrilled with her ketchup discovery (fried foods NEED ketchup)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkG66LLpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NwSAOHjl41A/s1600-h/IMG_1766+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284759660965522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkG66LLpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NwSAOHjl41A/s320/IMG_1766+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie learned that port-a-potties can be fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdk9NqK0jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h6eCh_udub4/s1600-h/jamie+%26+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262285692407042610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdk9NqK0jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h6eCh_udub4/s320/jamie+%26+bathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all discovered that chocolate dipped Cheesecake on a stick is one of the best inventions ever. (although I'm not exactly sure what Laurie was doing here..it looks like she is contemplating throwing the remains of her cheesecake at Julie B, but it never happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdj1hfZdrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IsMzqYNEUvM/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284460779992754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdj1hfZdrI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IsMzqYNEUvM/s320/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, cheesecake on a stick can cause rotting of teeth! (I did mention that Laurie is a riot, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdi7p8Lq5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UX7qItnqXe0/s1600-h/IMG_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262283466615794578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdi7p8Lq5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UX7qItnqXe0/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I didn't get a picture of it, I discovered that $1 Hot Chocolate isn't always fancy with whipped cream on top. Sometimes you are just paying for the labor of stirring in the Swiss Miss packet. Crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for next year's adventures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkmdUS3vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p7i3sI2HoS4/s1600-h/IMG_17691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262285301473271538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkmdUS3vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/p7i3sI2HoS4/s320/IMG_17691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5957290843074237895?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5957290843074237895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5957290843074237895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5957290843074237895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5957290843074237895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/arkalalah.html' title='Arkalalah'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SQdkYdY9T1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/XBtCNEWDmNg/s72-c/IMG_17721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-2195118955540809720</id><published>2008-10-21T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:15:34.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addictions'/><title type='text'>Another confession...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; is full of different music genres. I don't like to be cornered into one specific type of music being my favorite. Last week, I constantly listened to James Taylor and this week I'm in the mood for a more pop/rock sound. I think the weather often affects my music needs (or is it effects...one of the hardest grammatical rules to remember...). My husband has opened my ears to a few classic rock bands as well (Boston is now a favorite at work and I already loved Steve Miller Band thanks to my father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I bet you are wondering what my confession is....I can't believe I'm telling you all this...but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; love Britney Spears new song Womanizer....so much so that I'm thinking about giving her my money. The hard part about this confession is that I don't want my kids to look to her as a role model. She is jacked up in the head and hopefully getting her life back together (she must be doing something right since she has this cool song out, right?). I read all the gossipy junk about how she went psycho and I was thoroughly disappointed when she decided that no hair was a better look for her. Not many people can really pull that look off. Then, she didn't even OWN the look - just covered it up with stupid pink wigs. Ok...yes...I'm aware that I know WAY too much about Ms. Spears. Oh, and one more thing, I can't believe she actually got an MTV Music Video Award for video "Piece of Me". That has to be the worst video she has ever done! (Totally left me dumbfounded). I guess I could use her story to show my kids how to overcome adversity....I just prefer them to keep their clothes on and avoid the pitfalls of Hollywood. I'm sure I can put a spin on it somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should just say "Get behind me Satan" and not let Britney enter my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;...but it's got such a good beat. I should probably mention that I also love Pink's new song "So What" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-2195118955540809720?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2195118955540809720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=2195118955540809720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2195118955540809720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/2195118955540809720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-confession.html' title='Another confession...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5221275224093792409</id><published>2008-10-01T14:28:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:34:49.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>"Hunting" Day</title><content type='html'>My fantastic hubby really enjoys hunting (mostly deer and turkey). He took Austin to go "hunting" a couple times last year and decided it was time to go out again this year. The icky part is that it is squirrel season. I told my hunter hubby that there was &lt;em&gt;NO WAY ON EARTH&lt;/em&gt; I would eat squirrel. They are only one step above a rat for goodness sake. Michael reassured me that he wasn't doing the hunting - but that Austin would be - which made me extremely thankful since more than likely, he wouldn't actually hit a squirrel. Uncle David (Michael's brother) has a small rifle, a cricket, that is just Austin's size. The little guy has shot it a few times (with ample supervision - don't worry, the boy knows better than to even look at a gun without having Michael or David next to him) and really enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple weekends ago was the first hunting day of the season for the boys. Since I had to blog about the experience, my sweet hubby took along the camera. Little did I know he would get rather literal when I asked him to document everything. I cracked up when he showed me all the pictures and told me what captions to use....so here is the story in picture/caption form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off was a bit of target practice for Austin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPITb7fl9EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-Qc2UM0EGjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285085642388546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPITb7fl9EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-Qc2UM0EGjQ/s320/IMG_1730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPITvI6PYiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4h3l9VK8EyU/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285415661330978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPITvI6PYiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4h3l9VK8EyU/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the boys loaded up into Grandpa's truck in search of "danger"...well...in search of squirrels or whatever else they could legally shoot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIT97UidYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a_E77eOR5j8/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285669711574402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIT97UidYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/a_E77eOR5j8/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin quickly realized the REAL danger was Grandpa's music. It really isn't bad music - just not in tune with the likings of a 7 year old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIUGamaOJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RtF-unLDk54/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285815546984594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIUGamaOJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/RtF-unLDk54/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the hunting gang made it to their final destination, they all quickly realized there were dangers everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like thorns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIUUAzy7wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lQWvQ9qTjQ8/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256286049141976834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIUUAzy7wI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lQWvQ9qTjQ8/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wasps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIVwk3p3-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/1Rh3nGu9jus/s1600-h/IMG_1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256287639369801698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIVwk3p3-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/1Rh3nGu9jus/s320/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poison ivy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIWArE-SKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hQprCf_T3ck/s1600-h/IMG_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256287915914184866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIWArE-SKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hQprCf_T3ck/s320/IMG_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the hunt, they also discovered a creek but were still in search of those pesky squirrels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIWlDyPbzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YMhV7ncAygg/s1600-h/IMG_17541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256288541021794098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIWlDyPbzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/YMhV7ncAygg/s320/IMG_17541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, they never saw any squirrels; however, they did come across the dreaded crab apple. (yes I'm aware that it doesn't look very dangerous, but trust me, those things are deadly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIXrqyzsJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGPW_4IGilQ/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256289754083995794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIXrqyzsJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QGPW_4IGilQ/s320/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin quickly grabbed his gun (well, Uncle David handed it to him), aimed, and fired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIX5VV7V_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/a3GPy9GM-p0/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256289988843886578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIX5VV7V_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/a3GPy9GM-p0/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this "hunting" can really build up an appetite. Thankfully, Grandpa had snacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIXf3_1SEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cUChrNZjero/s1600-h/IMG_17401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256289551469856834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIXf3_1SEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cUChrNZjero/s320/IMG_17401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my guys had an awesome father/son day and hopefully will get to do it again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIYIw0JNRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xXary2mZBDg/s1600-h/IMG_17511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256290253916419346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPIYIw0JNRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xXary2mZBDg/s320/IMG_17511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5221275224093792409?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5221275224093792409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5221275224093792409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5221275224093792409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5221275224093792409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunting-day.html' title='&quot;Hunting&quot; Day'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SPITb7fl9EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-Qc2UM0EGjQ/s72-c/IMG_1730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6205333789823766128</id><published>2008-09-24T15:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:14:47.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addictions'/><title type='text'>I 'heart' Norah Jones</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, Norah Jones is playing in the background. Its melodic, gentle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;folkish&lt;/span&gt;, and simply lovely. I have visions of being in the country in the fall, sipping sweet tea, sitting in a rocking chair on a wrap around porch. Now, I don't even really like the country THAT much - but her song, "Seven Years," just takes me away to that spot that sounds so peaceful. Probably because its on her album "Come Away With Me." Ya, that kinda makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqlKJhPA3I/AAAAAAAAADc/HdyLc57dRvE/s1600-h/Norah_Jones_-_Come_Away_With_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249689909426324338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqlKJhPA3I/AAAAAAAAADc/HdyLc57dRvE/s320/Norah_Jones_-_Come_Away_With_Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if her music is what country living feels like, I'm all for it. There is just a relaxing, simplistic way the songs flow. No worries about the right clothes to wear, how to wear my hair, and no need for makeup. All too often I get so caught up in the day to day happenings that seem so far from what God intended. Now, I understand that country living can be really difficult, but in my dream world right now it doesn't include a ton of land to take care of or animals to feed. MY country living includes a two story house that is still modest in size (making it easier to clean)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqn_yc7AFI/AAAAAAAAADs/ICVIwsj8prE/s1600-h/shutterstock_4291165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249693029970411602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqn_yc7AFI/AAAAAAAAADs/ICVIwsj8prE/s320/shutterstock_4291165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with the smell of honeysuckle that blows in the wind and sheets drying on a line outside. A place where you can stop and just enjoy the simple things that God created instead of worrying about randomness of work or what show to watch tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqn77z0ayI/AAAAAAAAADk/ckbfxY_Cn5c/s1600-h/shutterstock_2073992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249692963762891554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqn77z0ayI/AAAAAAAAADk/ckbfxY_Cn5c/s320/shutterstock_2073992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - this world sounds wonderful and I know it isn't my reality. It could be, but my stupid worldly desires get in the way. What...give up my Cable, my Internet, my makeup? I &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt; those things. But, I really don't. Its all those things that chain us to our sin. Its all those things that one day will be thrown out the door as Christ returns. I have such the urge to just forgo the things of this world all together, but would my kids really understand WHY? And besides...that world wouldn't probably include an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where my Norah Jones is currently anyway....and that world CAN'T exist without her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6205333789823766128?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6205333789823766128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6205333789823766128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6205333789823766128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6205333789823766128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-heart-norah-jones.html' title='I &apos;heart&apos; Norah Jones'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SNqlKJhPA3I/AAAAAAAAADc/HdyLc57dRvE/s72-c/Norah_Jones_-_Come_Away_With_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3327062048479275440</id><published>2008-09-12T17:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:17:07.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addictions'/><title type='text'>Hi, my name is Julie and I'm an addict...</title><content type='html'>Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right folks. I'm admitting it to the public. I've let a few close friends know the secret but now feel like I should announce it to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogisphere&lt;/span&gt;. I'm addicted to the Twilight Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_I3xeiB5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ozb_hTy4HJ0/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246632951409674130" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_I3xeiB5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ozb_hTy4HJ0/s320/twilightcover.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JU5M0Z-I/AAAAAAAAADM/B6YqIqLSEc8/s1600-h/newmooncover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246633451699070946" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="233" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JU5M0Z-I/AAAAAAAAADM/B6YqIqLSEc8/s320/newmooncover.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JPrmD_rI/AAAAAAAAADE/rXMaxd7uVSg/s1600-h/eclipsecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246633362147507890" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="230" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JPrmD_rI/AAAAAAAAADE/rXMaxd7uVSg/s320/eclipsecover.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JY2X250I/AAAAAAAAADU/GwsNdn0lID8/s1600-h/bdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246633519659542338" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="223" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_JY2X250I/AAAAAAAAADU/GwsNdn0lID8/s320/bdcover.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good. Stephenie Meyer is a great author and really draws you into the story. I started the final book, "Breaking Dawn," this past weekend. I'm really going to TRY and savor reading this one for the simple fact that I'm not 100% sure I can handle NOT having any new installments into the world of Bella and Edward. Its sad to say that I feel like these characters have turned into my friends. They just don't realize it since they never actually invited me to join in their adventures. So instead, I'll just live vicariously through their story. Yes, I know it is fiction. Yes, I know that vampires do not exist. Now ask if I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving my family, my co-workers, and my friends nuts! Thankfully, my dear husband is somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; to my randomness as I ask questions about his adoration for me. Here was our conversation last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Honey, would you protect me if a wolf was about to attack me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know, if a a wild wolf was going to attack. Would you try to save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: (Brief Pause)....Sure, if a crazy werewolf was attacking us in our home, which is where we would be since we never leave the house, then yes, I would try to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer made me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway - read the books. They are that good. And after you read them, write your Congressmen to make it a law that Stephenie Meyer MUST keep writing about their lives. It really should be part of the Constitution. If not for the simple entertainment value of her books, then for the sanity of her devoted readers like myself. Does anyone know how to start a petition?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3327062048479275440?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3327062048479275440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3327062048479275440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3327062048479275440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3327062048479275440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-my-name-is-julie-and-im-addict.html' title='Hi, my name is Julie and I&apos;m an addict...'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SM_I3xeiB5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ozb_hTy4HJ0/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-5089194331528433005</id><published>2008-09-05T09:38:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:13:56.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sooners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Thankfully I don't golf!</title><content type='html'>From the moment I was welcomed into this world, the Cherokee Strip Golf Tournament has always been a bit of an issue. Since it always conflicted with the tournament, I basically can't recall a birthday when my family celebrated it on the actual day. I have grown to accept this and now actually benefit from it!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post or two ago, I mentioned the fact that we are big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; Fans. For the past few years, Michael and I had the privilege of attending a game once or twice a year due to my generous brother's busy schedule. He has season tickets along with a parking pass and Sooner Club Tailgate pass. The Tailgate is always a huge highlight of our trip to Norman. Free food = Happy Nephew's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my brother, Jeff, has a love for golf and plays in the Strip, he is never able to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; game that week. Thankfully, we aren't avid golfers and are more than happy to go to the game in his place! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year he asked if we wanted all four tickets which we replied, "uh....YES!" (Happy Birthday to ME!) I quickly called up my Sooner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' friend Jamie to see if she and her hubby Jackson wanted to join us. I wasn't sure Jackson would be up for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; game since he roots for that other Oklahoma school. After rearranging their schedule a bit, Jamie called back and said they would love to go plus it was their 11 year Anniversary - so what a way to celebrate! Michael and I always have a ball at the games, and I knew Jamie would be super fun since she's never experienced Sooner Magic at a live game before. This was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Saturday rolls around and we get up kinda early (for a Saturday at least) and are on the road with Starbucks in hand by 9:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. On the drive there, Jamie gave me a hard time about all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; paraphernalia but you gotta represent when rooting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDNqKOwkI/AAAAAAAAACY/7CFok7M_xwY/s1600-h/IMG_17161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244163824286614082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDNqKOwkI/AAAAAAAAACY/7CFok7M_xwY/s320/IMG_17161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Norman, we made our way down Lindsay St to the stadium. The parking pass is for a parking garage right next (literally) to the stadium. My generous brother, in all his adding babies to the world thing, forgot to add us to "the list." This worried me at first but the guard just waved us through....although then it meant the car went into the "bomb search" line. Ya, thanks brother Jeff. Anyway, we got into our amazing parking spot, and walked over to the Tailgate party for some yummy yummy food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDn3lmzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/QSFyFuORYT0/s1600-h/IMG_17081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244164274567695874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDn3lmzgI/AAAAAAAAACo/QSFyFuORYT0/s320/IMG_17081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Jackson are such a cute couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDfr_WSMI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZKEIYPQjvd8/s1600-h/IMG_17071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244164134015486146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDfr_WSMI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZKEIYPQjvd8/s320/IMG_17071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the game. We found our seats and got ready for the game. I gave Jamie a bit of pointers on how the game works....well...not so much about the football part but about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OU's&lt;/span&gt; traditions. I was so proud when I looked over during a kickoff and saw Jamie's finger proudly pointing toward the sky and hearing her yell, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OOOOOOOOUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcC6CUSmCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PHR_7yD5WNw/s1600-h/2841574426_9667dfe633+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244163487173875746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcC6CUSmCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PHR_7yD5WNw/s320/2841574426_9667dfe633+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so maybe that isn't Jamie's hand - but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part was that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt; kicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cincinnati's&lt;/span&gt; tail! Score Sooners - 52 Bearcats - 26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up our day of fun with yummy dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Abuelo's&lt;/span&gt;. Overall, a great way to celebrate an Anniversary and a Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-5089194331528433005?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5089194331528433005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=5089194331528433005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5089194331528433005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/5089194331528433005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/thankfully-i-dont-golf.html' title='Thankfully I don&apos;t golf!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SMcDNqKOwkI/AAAAAAAAACY/7CFok7M_xwY/s72-c/IMG_17161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-7018780679923072093</id><published>2008-09-01T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:28:33.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ickiness'/><title type='text'>Holy Torpedos Batman!!</title><content type='html'>Today is Labor Day. Its a day to not get stressed out, just enjoy the day - an extra day of rest. Well, that's not how it worked out for us this morning. Michael and Shelby surprised me with a new discovery in our garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now remember, our garage isn't JUST a garage. It is our laundry room, wood working area, holder of misc hodge podge of junk and all our Christmas supplies, oh and we store my car in there too. But the most important thing on this list is it is our laundry room. We are out there A LOT. So we need to feel safe - very safe in fact - in this space that is sometimes as hot as a sauna in the desert and other times as cold as an Eskimo playing ice hockey in the Alaskan mountains of wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the story. Michael and Shelby walk me to the garage and point up toward the roof line. Its not the best lighting but you can see "something." I ask them what is that and Michael informs me that he THINKS its a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;ITS A BAT!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so gross - oh so nasty!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael takes a picture of the ugly thing with the flash so he could see if it really was a bat...uh....ya....TOTALLY a bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLxmfm3jp4I/AAAAAAAAACA/PLZ9a8t9pic/s1600-h/IMG_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241176759547963266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLxmfm3jp4I/AAAAAAAAACA/PLZ9a8t9pic/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLxmqQXGZ5I/AAAAAAAAACI/tZM-4NSH9oQ/s1600-h/IMG_16961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241176942484809618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLxmqQXGZ5I/AAAAAAAAACI/tZM-4NSH9oQ/s320/IMG_16961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly get on the computer and use my trusty friend Mr. Google. He always has the answers. Mr. Google says that basically bats are not dangerous UNLESS they have rabies....but there is no real way for us to tell if it has rabies or even tell if it is alive without actually touching it with something. BLEH - still gives me the heebie geebies! So, since Mr. Google freaked me out more (especially with gross bat pictures) we call Michael's brother David up. He knows about this stuff - he should work for Mr. Google. Anyway, he basically tells us to wait it out until dark and poke it with a stick at night and hopefully it will fly out of the garage. So, we decide to wait...and go to Burbank for the afternoon. (we had plans - we weren't fleeing our home due to the bat infestation - we were going anyway...promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward the day.....we get home all worried about the stupid, nasty bat that has invaded our garage and what do we find???? NO STINKIN BAT!!!! Its gone, gone I tell you. Nowhere to be found. It could be in the attic, somewhere else we haven't thought of yet or just flew out and is now recruiting his buddies to come join the new bat house located in the Nephew's garage. Still gives me the creeps!!! But for some reason, not knowing where it is makes it easier to do laundry out there. Its like, I don't have a place to look and get freaked out. I just have to be a big girl and suck it up and say, "that stupid bat ain't gunna get me down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, that's soooooo easier said than done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-7018780679923072093?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7018780679923072093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=7018780679923072093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7018780679923072093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/7018780679923072093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-torpedos-batman.html' title='Holy Torpedos Batman!!'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLxmfm3jp4I/AAAAAAAAACA/PLZ9a8t9pic/s72-c/IMG_1696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-3556927293987334489</id><published>2008-08-28T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:17:46.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sooners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Are You Ready For Some Football???</title><content type='html'>Sooner football is a way of life. From a small child through my adult years, the air just seems to change when football season starts. Things seem to taste better; the air gets cooler; people are a little less annoying....because of one important thing....Sooner Football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLbj_0pTXeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sftfCYomsOA/s1600-h/Sooner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239625902095293922" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLbj_0pTXeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sftfCYomsOA/s320/Sooner.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I was young, my parents took my brother and me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; Football games. I have fond memories of buying new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paraphernalia, eating stadium hotdogs, &lt;/span&gt;and wanting to RUSH into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stadium&lt;/span&gt; in order to get a good seat! (my family still jokes with me about this statement). The weather situation was never an issue either. I'll never forget going to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; vs. Nebraska game one year when it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cold. We bought hats, gloves, and sweatshirts, and shoved our legs in trash bags to keep in our body heat but still sat through the entire game. I was &lt;strong&gt;MISERABLE&lt;/strong&gt;. I remember pulling my hat over my face to keep the cold out...oh...did I mention it was snowing too?? But ya see, it didn't matter that none of us could feel our toes, ears, fingers nor did it matter that our lips were an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;icy&lt;/span&gt; blue. The important thing was that this was a BIG game and we were watching it LIVE. I now look back on this memory and think that it was somewhat crazy and a possible form of child abuse (maybe not), but nevertheless, it did instill in me that there is something extremely important about rooting for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sooners&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Michael and I were able to take Shelby and Austin to see their first Sooner game. It was OU vs. Baylor - not a monumental game by any means, but still a way for us to introduce the kids to Sooner Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLbkbJWpEHI/AAAAAAAAABY/dozBJ0szyUg/s1600-h/IMG_0495+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239626371510636658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLbkbJWpEHI/AAAAAAAAABY/dozBJ0szyUg/s320/IMG_0495+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has been sick a few days prior to the game but he really didn't want to miss it. So, he braved through and said he felt ok to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys sat together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblNsEc_0I/AAAAAAAAABo/lr10S8ihWHE/s1600-h/IMG_0512+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627239823048514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblNsEc_0I/AAAAAAAAABo/lr10S8ihWHE/s320/IMG_0512+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the girls sat together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblaFafpXI/AAAAAAAAABw/pIlQia6QiKA/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627452784813426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblaFafpXI/AAAAAAAAABw/pIlQia6QiKA/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos loved the opening with the band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblu26Ks_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/k7UMpEfi8cI/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627809668379634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblu26Ks_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/k7UMpEfi8cI/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but as the game started, Austin started feeling pretty bad. (You can kinda tell from the picture above with Michael) We made through halftime and then packed up and went home. Later, we found out that Austin had pnemonia! We felt horrible about the whole thing but in a way it also felt as if things had come full circle with my family tradition of torturing your kids through watching the Sooners live. BUT at least we didn't stay the entire game this time....that makes us good parents, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture before the game to prove that we weren't ignoring Austin's illness...the kid looks totally normal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblBlD9aQI/AAAAAAAAABg/mvb1bz6Zfm8/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239627031783500034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLblBlD9aQI/AAAAAAAAABg/mvb1bz6Zfm8/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-3556927293987334489?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3556927293987334489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=3556927293987334489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3556927293987334489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/3556927293987334489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready For Some Football???'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLbj_0pTXeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sftfCYomsOA/s72-c/Sooner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8748792674813587449.post-6977500106105995902</id><published>2008-08-25T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:17:18.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>Whadda mean there’s no Yoda????</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago our family traveled to Orlando, FL. We did the whole Disney scene and had a total blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNE7bvfOnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FZZwyWIrHdY/s1600-h/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238606579411925618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNE7bvfOnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FZZwyWIrHdY/s320/IMG_1214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at Disney Studio’s, we road Star Tours. It’s a simulation ride that makes you feel like a part of the Star Wars flight scenes. Michael, Shelby, and I thought it was fun, but Austin loved it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Michael mentioned having a boy’s movie night and watching the real Star Wars movie. Austin was extremely excited about this idea– especially about seeing Yoda. So, the guys camped out in Austin’s bedroom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGBFohIUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s_j5VEQe1pg/s1600-h/IMG_1629+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238607776067952962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGBFohIUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s_j5VEQe1pg/s320/IMG_1629+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...with popcorn in hand... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGJ5NjGDI/AAAAAAAAABA/rySb118OVE4/s1600-h/IMG_1630+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238607927352432690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGJ5NjGDI/AAAAAAAAABA/rySb118OVE4/s320/IMG_1630+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and watched Star Wars Episode IV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGR-tJ54I/AAAAAAAAABI/rWwdiFo41ks/s1600-h/IMG_1631+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238608066266130306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNGR-tJ54I/AAAAAAAAABI/rWwdiFo41ks/s320/IMG_1631+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie was over, Michael whispered to me that there was a problem. Seems we forgot that Yoda doesn’t actually make it on screen until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Episode V&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; During the whole movie, Austin was anticipating seeing Yoda and his acting début. Needless to say, he was rather bummed when he realized Yoda was a no show. Thankfully, two nights later, the boys had another movie night and able to see Yoda, Austin was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8748792674813587449-6977500106105995902?l=nephewfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6977500106105995902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8748792674813587449&amp;postID=6977500106105995902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6977500106105995902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8748792674813587449/posts/default/6977500106105995902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nephewfamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/whadda-mean-theres-no-yoda.html' title='Whadda mean there’s no Yoda????'/><author><name>Julie Nephew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SRR8A19-5LI/AAAAAAAAANA/8UL_L8JLhLc/S220/IMG_17081.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bCPHpWprDd0/SLNE7bvfOnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FZZwyWIrHdY/s72-c/IMG_1214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
