<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:39:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Nina Rocks</title><description></description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5754259032549151668</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T13:44:28.631-08:00</atom:updated><title>some of halloween...</title><description>the theme this year was chosen by joey... he loves wizard of oz so that had to be it!!!&lt;br /&gt;hershey was all too thrilled to be included (HA!).... of course, as the cowardly lion :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N9FoNDnI/AAAAAAAACFQ/eBVf3HrRBZY/s1600-h/hershey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620190118678130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N9FoNDnI/AAAAAAAACFQ/eBVf3HrRBZY/s320/hershey.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunnie as a munchkin... jason said she looked like a yard ornament,lol... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N8q4Cw4I/AAAAAAAACFI/0E0GEyKfbGI/s1600-h/sunnie+munchkin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620182937355138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N8q4Cw4I/AAAAAAAACFI/0E0GEyKfbGI/s320/sunnie+munchkin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nic for his class halloween party... so sad that they couldnt dress in their costumes.. i remember when i was in school it was an all day party.. we wore our costumes to school and played games, ate candy and more candy... now for my kids they cant dress up, no candy, only healthy snacks for the one hour end of the day party and dont even think of taking candy for a snack when you return to school after halloween :(  I can understand to a certain point but kids should still be allowed to be kids!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N8atQN1I/AAAAAAAACFA/Dq1CalfBnlc/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620178597132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N8atQN1I/AAAAAAAACFA/Dq1CalfBnlc/s320/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;joey looks like he was born to be the scarecrow from the movie!!! i have to give all the credit to my sister in law and brother in law because they put his entire costume together... Joey changed his mind the night before and wanted to be the lion instead but i bought it too small (the reason my dog got a costume) I didnt have time to run out and get everything for the scarecrow but they came to his rescue :) everybody loved it and of course i cried :( still dont understand why things like that get me so emotional.  Helen was dorothy but i wasnt able to take pictures while they were trick or treating :( i'm gonna see if i can get a few from their teacher because they looked too darn cute together :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N7h_c_vI/AAAAAAAACE4/VU1o8eQNXrY/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620163372646130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N7h_c_vI/AAAAAAAACE4/VU1o8eQNXrY/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i uploaded my pictures a little crazy and totally out of order but hey at least i got them on here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is helens older sister, shawna.. isnt she beautiful? shawna just turned 16 and she has to be the best teenager i have ever known... so respectful, helpful, loving :) and she likes to spend her free time with me... why i'm not so sure but we like having her around so i dont question it ;)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N7V3vbCI/AAAAAAAACEw/VOlK8d__96o/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399620160119073826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N7V3vbCI/AAAAAAAACEw/VOlK8d__96o/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/720203269767643387-5754259032549151668?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-of-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9N9FoNDnI/AAAAAAAACFQ/eBVf3HrRBZY/s72-c/hershey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5443766015508732169</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T13:16:07.944-08:00</atom:updated><title>I need to catch up!!!!</title><description>One of our halloween decorations :) the kids and i had so much fun making this halloween tree we decided we need to make one for every holiday... Ok, not a halloween tree but for easter an easter tree, valentines day tree etc etc!!!! i really shouldve taken the picture when we first made it because after a few days it didnt look like it did on the first day ;) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JZKkDP3I/AAAAAAAACEo/lZCV7YiIWKA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615174921633650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JZKkDP3I/AAAAAAAACEo/lZCV7YiIWKA/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a little gift for all the teachers for halloween :) they are halloween smores and how cute are they? of course i got my idea from the cricut board.  now that you can find peeps for every holiday i just might make these all the time... well, until everyone gets sick of them :D...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JY-QFnOI/AAAAAAAACEg/9N5TrEOCx_g/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615171616677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JY-QFnOI/AAAAAAAACEg/9N5TrEOCx_g/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was hard finding these peeps but glad i did. how cute are those ghosts and pumpkins?!!! not sure how it all tastes when its made but who cares its cute!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JYeuakwI/AAAAAAAACEY/XNhiNeTkbMI/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615163153945346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JYeuakwI/AAAAAAAACEY/XNhiNeTkbMI/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple more pictures from ITZ... I'm bound to have a drummer in the house!!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JYCrTcmI/AAAAAAAACEQ/S9uwCKX4mhg/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615155624702562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JYCrTcmI/AAAAAAAACEQ/S9uwCKX4mhg/s320/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought I'd throw one in of nicholas just so you can see i really have other kids besides sunnie and joey...LOL...  i guess once they hit a certain age they hate taking pictures?!?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JXls3IKI/AAAAAAAACEI/COXZIwb1AE4/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399615147846607010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JXls3IKI/AAAAAAAACEI/COXZIwb1AE4/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-5443766015508732169?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-to-catch-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9JZKkDP3I/AAAAAAAACEo/lZCV7YiIWKA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-7113466412105178883</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T13:01:07.233-08:00</atom:updated><title>Oh my goodness!!! i was just about to give up on this blog...</title><description>look closely at her expression... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9FpMR_f2I/AAAAAAAACEA/YS-gwSUhcl8/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611052214157154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9FpMR_f2I/AAAAAAAACEA/YS-gwSUhcl8/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then look at mine... i thought jason was just making fun of me when he said sunnie makes faces like me ;) i guess my husband is right..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Fo9yG0XI/AAAAAAAACD4/wmTcUoultII/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611048322322802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Fo9yG0XI/AAAAAAAACD4/wmTcUoultII/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;joey got himself all ready for school with a long sleeve shirt and plaid shorts that do not match. oh well, he tried :) i asked him, "jo what did you get into and put all over yourself?" he said, "nothing mom, i promise" HA, i'm not blind joey!!!! he put baby powder all over him, sunnie and my bathroom. I didnt notice it in the bathroom until i slipped on it, ugh!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Foad1KiI/AAAAAAAACDw/uxz_VHRjOtw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611038842038818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Foad1KiI/AAAAAAAACDw/uxz_VHRjOtw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my little rockstar!!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Fn_cjoJI/AAAAAAAACDo/h1LTSxonmsA/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611031588937874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9Fn_cjoJI/AAAAAAAACDo/h1LTSxonmsA/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont we look excited?  we took the kids to ITZ pizza crazy place on a saturday!! what were we thinking?!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9FnXkBIAI/AAAAAAAACDg/3bAaOOaYR0I/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399611020882812930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9FnXkBIAI/AAAAAAAACDg/3bAaOOaYR0I/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-7113466412105178883?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-goodness-i-was-just-about-to-give.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Su9FpMR_f2I/AAAAAAAACEA/YS-gwSUhcl8/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5376388037288969233</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T10:17:20.898-07:00</atom:updated><title>like father like son.... LOL</title><description>the instant joey walked into my room I said, "oh my, he looks like william h. macey." ok, so i think thats the actors name. I know in my head who i'm talking about just not sure on his name,lol.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SreppWjKXHI/AAAAAAAACDY/_U-ZL0JWPjs/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958407437507698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SreppWjKXHI/AAAAAAAACDY/_U-ZL0JWPjs/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, jason is gonna love me posting pictures of him in his wife beater shirt,lol. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SreposPmamI/AAAAAAAACDQ/xEG0laZXR_c/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958396081171042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SreposPmamI/AAAAAAAACDQ/xEG0laZXR_c/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as of lately nicholas has been trying to be just like his dad.  nicholas has always been a mommas boy but as he's growing up he is wanting to act like, dress like and be with his dad!!! i'm totally ok with that because really what do i know about being a boy/man?  to be honest, i think boys are yucky, smelly and creepy,lol.  I really do love my boys but you have to admit boys can be like that, right? its only as they get older because birth-6 not so much,lol. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SrepoMXadvI/AAAAAAAACDI/-JjRc1Dt_DE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958387524007666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SrepoMXadvI/AAAAAAAACDI/-JjRc1Dt_DE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here joey reminds me of chicken little. how cute is he?  i had to run out and buy joey wife beater tshirts so he could match.  I wonder why they are called wife beaters? does anybody know or is that a made up thing, what?  i know jason wears them as an undershirt (DUH!) why nicholas and joey had to have them is beyond me. i guess because nicholas wants to do everything like jason and joey wants to do everything like nicholas,lol.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SrepnjPVNCI/AAAAAAAACDA/r3dLBG4C9Es/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958376484254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SrepnjPVNCI/AAAAAAAACDA/r3dLBG4C9Es/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my favorite :)... the funny thing is these two are exactly alike in every way. they both act like old men, they have a memory like no other ( i tell jason he must remember his journey through the birth canal,lol), seems like they are just smart because thats just how they are, no need to try very hard (by the way i hate people like that,lol ;)  of course, they are both so very handsome :).... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Srepm_8kJAI/AAAAAAAACC4/IW-FyxR2wtQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383958367010300930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Srepm_8kJAI/AAAAAAAACC4/IW-FyxR2wtQ/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-5376388037288969233?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-father-like-son-lol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SreppWjKXHI/AAAAAAAACDY/_U-ZL0JWPjs/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-830787233011058804</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T11:07:54.176-07:00</atom:updated><title>football game #2</title><description>for some odd reason joey is always poking his head up into the camera.  i have several shots of him looking like he has a big ol' head,lol.  he is kinda cute though, dont you think?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp81vYUNmI/AAAAAAAACCw/bLfxzvhnF8c/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380249967540844130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp81vYUNmI/AAAAAAAACCw/bLfxzvhnF8c/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran outta time to make tshirts so i asked jason if he would. believe it or not he can be a trooper and do those types of things.  As he was making them he said, "dont you think i'm enjoying myself!!!" he tried making that very clear but i think he was covering up his enjoyment of it all.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp801-fpEI/AAAAAAAACCo/4ghd6UiBR60/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380249952131720258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp801-fpEI/AAAAAAAACCo/4ghd6UiBR60/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt realize aj was looking at me until i uploaded the pictures to the computer. i couldnt of got that even if i tried. this was the game he was "tackled" thrown into the air and landed on his butt.  if it wouldve been any of my other kids it probably wouldve been ok but he is the only one without extra padding.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp80BodwTI/AAAAAAAACCg/G6Uh7CcxmEo/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380249938080678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp80BodwTI/AAAAAAAACCg/G6Uh7CcxmEo/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brenda really enjoys going out to watch her brother play.  i think the rest of them go along for the snacks,lol.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp8zuUOjeI/AAAAAAAACCY/9DBQtK0gB-M/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380249932895522274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp8zuUOjeI/AAAAAAAACCY/9DBQtK0gB-M/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not too sure what nicholas is doing. well, except for the obvious but why he did it not sure.  the team ended up losing 22-0. aj said his teams average on points is 0. hahaha gotta laugh at him saying that.  i really dont care if they win or lose but i guess thats a mom for you.  i'm just happy because it seems to have given him motivation to do well in school and thats all this mom cares about :)..... watching him play is a bit scary because he is so small/skinny but at the same time kinda funny.  when he tackles one of the other guys they drag him down the field ;)...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp8zNgWaMI/AAAAAAAACCQ/BlK80g7SS64/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380249924087998658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp8zNgWaMI/AAAAAAAACCQ/BlK80g7SS64/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-830787233011058804?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/football-game-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sqp81vYUNmI/AAAAAAAACCw/bLfxzvhnF8c/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-2063651726942405116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T09:25:47.594-07:00</atom:updated><title>brotherly love?????</title><description>Jason put joey in time out and he decided to fall asleep.  I guess he had a busy busy day at school,lol.  i walked in the room to check on him and he was sleeping as sweet as can be. well, i knew nicholas was right behind me but didnt pay attention as to why he wanted to see joey.  i shouldve known nic was up to no good because that seems to be him as of lately.&lt;br /&gt;aj got home from football practice walked into his room and he saw joey covered in shaving cream.  AAAAHHH!!!! of course i knew immediately who it was but before getting angry with nicholas i had to stop and take a picture..... my poor joey had such a rough day yesterday starting with crying when i left him at school, falling asleep way too late in the day and then having nicholas put shaving cream on his face.  funny thing is nicholas refuses to share his can of shaving cream with joey wont even let him touch it.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sp1GRdo40jI/AAAAAAAACCI/clE0B3Y1vMc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376530795978084914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sp1GRdo40jI/AAAAAAAACCI/clE0B3Y1vMc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-2063651726942405116?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/09/brotherly-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sp1GRdo40jI/AAAAAAAACCI/clE0B3Y1vMc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-382801689974686153</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T22:51:00.525-07:00</atom:updated><title>joey &amp; helens first day of school</title><description>these two are the cutest best friends ever :)...... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtPJRw1PI/AAAAAAAACCA/htvkB0rJlGI/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884787245864178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtPJRw1PI/AAAAAAAACCA/htvkB0rJlGI/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;joey seems like he has grown so much in such a small amount of time.  He has been very polite and very helpful.  I shouldve put him in school a long time ago ;)...  oh yes i dont want to forget very very cute!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtOk_rk1I/AAAAAAAACB4/ACEk_jrs3Dc/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884777506345810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtOk_rk1I/AAAAAAAACB4/ACEk_jrs3Dc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how cute is she with her purple glasses............&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtN0SgvaI/AAAAAAAACBw/IemCjeb05KM/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884764431990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtN0SgvaI/AAAAAAAACBw/IemCjeb05KM/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course my traditional backpack picture.  i always take a picture of each kid on the first day of school, one of their backpack and one of their brand new school shoes.  weird i know but remember i said being a mom does that to me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtNSyMsAI/AAAAAAAACBo/DFwvtI9U3kE/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884755438088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtNSyMsAI/AAAAAAAACBo/DFwvtI9U3kE/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he really is loving school i just hope that continues.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtMu0JMmI/AAAAAAAACBg/4ULXrZiSWoY/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884745782571618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtMu0JMmI/AAAAAAAACBg/4ULXrZiSWoY/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-382801689974686153?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/joey-helens-first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdtPJRw1PI/AAAAAAAACCA/htvkB0rJlGI/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5901119385704163957</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T22:31:25.736-07:00</atom:updated><title>ajs scrimmage against la cueva</title><description>i really dont like the idea of aj playing football but he likes it so he's playing.  i cant believe how big some of these guys are i think they could crack aj in half..   the game was about to start and i just had a feeling in my stomach like i was at the top of a roller coaster getting ready to drop.  i swear this being a mom does weird things to a person.  truthfully i wanted to cry but sucked it up because i didnt want anybody making fun of me :P..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmZAcrsWI/AAAAAAAACBY/n-dI0Ia4gfs/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877260093043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmZAcrsWI/AAAAAAAACBY/n-dI0Ia4gfs/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nicholas was so excited to go watch his brother. he insisted on painting his face to show school spirit... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmYj7pZvI/AAAAAAAACBQ/pcyhk2bfKPo/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877252438288114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmYj7pZvI/AAAAAAAACBQ/pcyhk2bfKPo/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres my boy #30&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmXwCM8hI/AAAAAAAACBI/I6pfMN0tWws/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877238507139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmXwCM8hI/AAAAAAAACBI/I6pfMN0tWws/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coach pulled him (i guess he missed a play ???) as you can see he wasnt very happy with aj.  i'm sitting there thinking why does that man think its ok to yell at my kid? i really do understand but couldnt help my thoughts.  then some time passed and i thought i could use that to my benefit,lol.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmXRLR9cI/AAAAAAAACBA/XEzmthvd_uw/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877230223717826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmXRLR9cI/AAAAAAAACBA/XEzmthvd_uw/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i embarrassed him by making him take a picture with me. oh well he's over it now and i have my picture :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmWxEBg_I/AAAAAAAACA4/u_JhiY-WHEQ/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374877221603345394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmWxEBg_I/AAAAAAAACA4/u_JhiY-WHEQ/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-5901119385704163957?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/ajs-scrimmage-against-la-cueva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SpdmZAcrsWI/AAAAAAAACBY/n-dI0Ia4gfs/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-3228010104999635647</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T16:15:57.504-07:00</atom:updated><title>1st day of school</title><description>brenda in her classroom sporting del norte colors trying to have school spirit :)...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S4Euu7xI/AAAAAAAACAw/t3yqs1G9I1A/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372181791307132690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S4Euu7xI/AAAAAAAACAw/t3yqs1G9I1A/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you see the excitement on ajs face? oh, this picture brings back a very specific memory.  In 5th grade the mayor visited his class and took a class picture with all of them. well, my lovely son was sitting in the chair right in front of the mayor and decided to "throw" the peace sign as he's sitting there very sloppy.  I hated that picture and guess what at the end of the year it was printed in the yearbook.  so, needless to say that memory still haunts me,lol....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  regardless of all that here he is a 14 yr old freshman full of attitude football player kid of mine.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S3nRsmvI/AAAAAAAACAo/AYQbXDsnoiM/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372181783400717042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S3nRsmvI/AAAAAAAACAo/AYQbXDsnoiM/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S21HNq5I/AAAAAAAACAg/1nVGC59GuHI/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372181769934973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S21HNq5I/AAAAAAAACAg/1nVGC59GuHI/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jason told aj to let me take his picture at home so i wouldnt be with my camera at his school. aj didnt care he said that would be ok. nicholas is a totally different story,ugh!!!! he didnt let me take my camera into his classroom!!! what is that about he is only in the 2nd grade... he is full of style this year and very picky about it. its actually driving me nuts!!!!! he took 2 hours to choose a pair of shoes on wednesday and when he finally did i believe they were the most expensive pair in the mall... $100 for 2 shoes not 2 pair but 2 shoes one for each foot.  they didnt fit properly so thank goodness he ended up with a different pair.... kinda happy school is back and we can be on a schedule again. i dont do well in crazy random do whatever days :(.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  i let jojo know he starts on monday so more pictures to come. we also told him next year he will be in kindergarten. he let us know that its KID GARDEN not kindergarten.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S2dQpXXI/AAAAAAAACAY/Uz5bmbWXiZ4/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372181763532086642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S2dQpXXI/AAAAAAAACAY/Uz5bmbWXiZ4/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S1pkEELI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fjqWYGVOGwQ/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372181749654884530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S1pkEELI/AAAAAAAACAQ/fjqWYGVOGwQ/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-3228010104999635647?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3S4Euu7xI/AAAAAAAACAw/t3yqs1G9I1A/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4980044545017857457</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T16:16:22.674-07:00</atom:updated><title>1st day of school continued....</title><description>what an easy teacher gift. jason helped me make it with "his new" cricut. all you need is a terra cotta planter painted with chalkboard paint, fillers- i used mini tape dispenser, mini gel pens, pencils, large paper clips, mini chalk and suckers. we made it in less then an hour time, woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were thrilled to find out nicholas' teacher is the one we wanted. I didnt even cry when i left the school (what a miracle :)!) besides, shes a cardmaker/crafter so we get along wonderful ;)....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PC2cYjiI/AAAAAAAACAI/f-5AyAHyr1w/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372177578404122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PC2cYjiI/AAAAAAAACAI/f-5AyAHyr1w/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PCSlX-XI/AAAAAAAACAA/uPUSwPS5BqU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372177568778156402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PCSlX-XI/AAAAAAAACAA/uPUSwPS5BqU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you see the happiness sunnie was feeling having her older siblings back to school. when i told her they were going to be back @ school she gave a big smile and a laugh. lets see how she reacts when joey and helen return on monday,lol.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PBX-bpTI/AAAAAAAAB_4/5y5Kg066OKQ/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372177553045562674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PBX-bpTI/AAAAAAAAB_4/5y5Kg066OKQ/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/720203269767643387-4980044545017857457?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-back-to-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/So3PC2cYjiI/AAAAAAAACAI/f-5AyAHyr1w/s72-c/049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4868809676334812383</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T07:10:39.658-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finally</title><description>If you scroll down a little you can see my new post.  i wish i wouldve posted as the first post but no luck at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-4868809676334812383?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4881577091233870409</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T23:38:56.366-07:00</atom:updated><title>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONATHAN</title><description>not really the best picture i could find but its one of my favorites. why because i like that jonathan comes over everyday and plays with my kids. here he is play fighting with jojo and right before that he was drawing with the kids on the sliding glass door. i bought window crayons for the kids never thinking the bigger "kids" would also enjoy them. of course everyone (including jonathan) knows how very special he is to me. He may be a little crazy at times (lol,jk) but i still love him. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SnSGHvZMLBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-8Lb4X0tKSc/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365060523644431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SnSGHvZMLBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-8Lb4X0tKSc/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-4881577091233870409?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-jonathan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SnSGHvZMLBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/-8Lb4X0tKSc/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-6514971124097883683</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T17:35:19.476-07:00</atom:updated><title>joeys driving adventure</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96651aba899b94cc" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4R2VhOi_1UAn2zBYGKaXuH1wb7rgdRrqlCF7IZ4r9iatQUTJaBZxNrpTg_3R2n_DEuynURS23pxBe7lGZIVXZTIvBaXyQ0wQTxXkDbWfB-nzDklLgKCRMooF-S-7jX1H4zv0wHl0x9pnxxsnpGjX8UriAG73859Cf5dJJiDFRmnWfdZ_gy5vr3V-QnmIoyIdx8jOUIf8vo3uh46Q3mmi_Za%26sigh%3D1MRz5e2kw_tEUH43NdTy5HVQ2ho%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96651aba899b94cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DUMBovq5Z2drT5FTl8xS6X2KBFM0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4R2VhOi_1UAn2zBYGKaXuH1wb7rgdRrqlCF7IZ4r9iatQUTJaBZxNrpTg_3R2n_DEuynURS23pxBe7lGZIVXZTIvBaXyQ0wQTxXkDbWfB-nzDklLgKCRMooF-S-7jX1H4zv0wHl0x9pnxxsnpGjX8UriAG73859Cf5dJJiDFRmnWfdZ_gy5vr3V-QnmIoyIdx8jOUIf8vo3uh46Q3mmi_Za%26sigh%3D1MRz5e2kw_tEUH43NdTy5HVQ2ho%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96651aba899b94cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DUMBovq5Z2drT5FTl8xS6X2KBFM0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I JUST REALIZED THE VIDEOS NEEDED TO BE SWITCHED. THIS IS REALLY PART 2 AND THE SECOND POST SHOULDVE BEEN FIRST. SORRY :)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after cleaning the garage on saturday this is what i found joey doing. for a kids ride on toy it sure goes fast. I sure hope his driving skills improve as he ages because if not we are all in for it,lol. he had no cares in the world who or what he hit. i was trying to make him understand i had just cleaned and i'd rather he not ram into everything and knock it all over but really he didnt listen. oh this boy cracks me up!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-6514971124097883683?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96651aba899b94cc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/joeys-driving-adventure_30.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-365837512016024669</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 00:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T17:28:22.449-07:00</atom:updated><title>joeys driving adventure part 2</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6b8e6c6f4e5fd9c" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGAcmqqL75n51gJNDS9Bfuu-PiwAu5gTYjw6wWE-_fL9cYIxCjyZGvUyI0cE6-LnSOmxNVxy2lJ59Yi_8yU6i5Ivw3-z5uHBuWT89qPHgXNALLhZY2jl0L_wyiRzCcPn73n13QLOkDUbnbuFDTJhyQ4eN_KI9GyBxpAAt66RoWV7vzN1ltOXxpEJIuQeB1EV-1QHM7cRjJDKofTTVgMV_jQM%26sigh%3DRxoPyLpGQry3L8GgH9naJ42qlNc%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b8e6c6f4e5fd9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DceV-Bhi_de96C_pB0SiesxDV1kY&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGAcmqqL75n51gJNDS9Bfuu-PiwAu5gTYjw6wWE-_fL9cYIxCjyZGvUyI0cE6-LnSOmxNVxy2lJ59Yi_8yU6i5Ivw3-z5uHBuWT89qPHgXNALLhZY2jl0L_wyiRzCcPn73n13QLOkDUbnbuFDTJhyQ4eN_KI9GyBxpAAt66RoWV7vzN1ltOXxpEJIuQeB1EV-1QHM7cRjJDKofTTVgMV_jQM%26sigh%3DRxoPyLpGQry3L8GgH9naJ42qlNc%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6b8e6c6f4e5fd9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DceV-Bhi_de96C_pB0SiesxDV1kY&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; did you notice when i told him to be careful and not run over the dog he calls for hershey to go closer to him.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-365837512016024669?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6b8e6c6f4e5fd9c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/joeys-driving-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-3883298914463347892</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T07:01:23.662-07:00</atom:updated><title>random thoughts and pictures..</title><description>a sucker bouquet i made for my mother to give as a gift.  goodness its been a long time since i posted last.  the birthdays i made these things for were back in july.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SoQa-xMrLSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/T0Ue08ivfFc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369446321393184034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SoQa-xMrLSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/T0Ue08ivfFc/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunnie on helens cute little motorcycle.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SmnjdUIrVOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/C5LHdbhR-3E/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066924122100962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SmnjdUIrVOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/C5LHdbhR-3E/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are all the birthday "bags" i made for helens birthday. i kept them simple because i only had a few days to work on them. when her mom saw them she said i was putting way too much work into them. HA! if she only knew that was one of the easiest things i've done,lol.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjcw36tgI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/nfqGLh-__30/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066914656564738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjcw36tgI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/nfqGLh-__30/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjcj2NShI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/p_n20fmCt4o/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066911159732754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjcj2NShI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/p_n20fmCt4o/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also made her a birthday wreath. really cant see it all that well but it has plastic colored rings all over it, little flower mirrors and on the bottom there shouldve been a happy birthday pin that lights up but i dropped it in the driveway and forgot to retake the pic after i put it back on. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SmnjcJs6o0I/AAAAAAAAB_I/EFFD3ju_1VU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066904141439810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SmnjcJs6o0I/AAAAAAAAB_I/EFFD3ju_1VU/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;helen and jojo at cliffs&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjby-oZ3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/pIDm755T9HE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362066898041726834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Smnjby-oZ3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/pIDm755T9HE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can get better at posting but with summer coming to an end its taken a back seat to everything else.  AJ starts high school tomorrow, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!! i dont know if i should be afraid for him or the teachers,lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-3883298914463347892?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughts-and-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SoQa-xMrLSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/T0Ue08ivfFc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5985600189481866229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T08:09:29.086-07:00</atom:updated><title>dancing girl</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e046d21e217460d9" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKrOcyzDGzVd9ITAA4TWfLl4ZYQlX8pthANRP4MgBjm7Z6w03odi1KHsB6vQa-QvwOO_eqHVANSdYeP9glHLxocZLfMeq6rmY8pgzk5FmIjrdn5TzylIXhZySwjmsn7i5UwE00jEtx9MpY8j2RrrAY9T1Ad_UjSO3Ps06i8yImWG7cwWneTNmUmOwGSKB50jusZiAqs1JCap3Jh0H7m7Vk6X%26sigh%3DkdnVMcmNHXFQjtvmF5ouIZUB_Aw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De046d21e217460d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DOqHcgSAFm-E5IuNvS0AsRog2kQg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKrOcyzDGzVd9ITAA4TWfLl4ZYQlX8pthANRP4MgBjm7Z6w03odi1KHsB6vQa-QvwOO_eqHVANSdYeP9glHLxocZLfMeq6rmY8pgzk5FmIjrdn5TzylIXhZySwjmsn7i5UwE00jEtx9MpY8j2RrrAY9T1Ad_UjSO3Ps06i8yImWG7cwWneTNmUmOwGSKB50jusZiAqs1JCap3Jh0H7m7Vk6X%26sigh%3DkdnVMcmNHXFQjtvmF5ouIZUB_Aw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De046d21e217460d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DOqHcgSAFm-E5IuNvS0AsRog2kQg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this video is dark and not very good but its from my cell phone so what can we expect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunnie is growing way too fast and it makes me kinda sad because thats it for babies in our family.  At the same time its so much fun to watch her grow and develop.  jason says she is too dramatic for him and on most days i think he's afraid to tell her good morning,lol.  of course, i love my boys like crazy but there is just something different about a little girl.  when i had brenda (almost 18 yrs ago)  i would picture her being a typical little girl like sunnie.  we all know God had different plans for the two of us.  I'm very thankful to brenda because i truly believe i owe her my life but thats for another time another post.  It just amazes me the differences between girls and boys starting at birth or i'm sure before ;)......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-5985600189481866229?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e046d21e217460d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-7465427542214232492</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T16:18:01.931-07:00</atom:updated><title>dessert pizza</title><description>I had plans to make this thing since last saturday. what is today? ugh, thursday. I'm telling you there is never ever enough time in a day.  My pizza didnt come out as pretty looking as the one in the magazine but oh well it tasted yummy!!!!!! I had to make it first thing this morning because it is too darn hot to be turning on the oven. &lt;br /&gt;I've been busy making things for helens birthday. whew! like jason said i'm usually burning the midnight oil trying to finish but not this time. I do believe i've gotten better at getting it all together.  i forgot to take pictures of it all but will try to remember at the party because her mom already took them home.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a fantastic summer and keeping cool in this terrible heat.  as i was driving aj to football practice on tuesday @ 7 am the temp was already @ 80.  what is that about? too early to be that hot.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sl-r3LVzenI/AAAAAAAAB-4/pvTCfOtvyWk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359191046019578482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sl-r3LVzenI/AAAAAAAAB-4/pvTCfOtvyWk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok, brenda here's a few of the "lists" i was telling you about. &lt;br /&gt;  On our drive home from san antonio i guess we got kinda bored because we decided to make these lists of things that described people in our family.  It will definitely show you how different all the kids are,lol.  Note to family members listed:  Jesse and I are to blame for 98% of the content. well, truthfully jesse thought up most of it i just added here and there.  please remember these were meant to be funny and make the long drive a lil' quicker.  promise not to get mad at us, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  jesse and I were saying something about toothpicks and we didnt know the answer so i asked him, "which one of your brothers would have the answer in their book?"  and thats how this all started.  brenda, the following are the thoughts of your kids. about what you say? well, toothpicks of course, duh!&lt;br /&gt; Kaleb- I wonder how many toothpicks you could swallow before dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky- I wonder how many forms of bacteria can be found on a toothpick you get from a restaraunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacob- i wonder how many toothpicks i can balance on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jonathan-  I wonder i could murderize the nasty dirty birds at work with a toothpick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse-  I wonder how many toothpicks could be made out of one guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james- maybe i should become a door to door toothpick salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah-  i wonder how much money my daddy will give me for getting him a toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more lists (about different things) but this turned into an epic post so they will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-7465427542214232492?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/dessert-pizza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sl-r3LVzenI/AAAAAAAAB-4/pvTCfOtvyWk/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4761645379025808228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T23:54:44.208-07:00</atom:updated><title>happy birthday jojo</title><description>His birthday was actually on july 5. we were out in san antonio so i figured the trip to the water park would be his party/gift. for a 4 yr old that wasnt going over to good so i decided to turn dinner time into a lil' party for him. he enjoyed himself and was way excited to open his presents. i think i went temporarily insane because i bought him playdoh i dont ever buy that kinda stuff but oh well your only 4 once right.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8z_LlpnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/XRoYpl0hs0w/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356957883099883122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8z_LlpnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/XRoYpl0hs0w/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was sitting across the table watching these two plot and i knew it wasnt gonna be pretty. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8zeZJJfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/CJdT1cFCcrA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356957874298365426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8zeZJJfI/AAAAAAAAB-o/CJdT1cFCcrA/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i know my godson or what? nicholas planned to get joey with his cake and thought he had jonathan on his team. well jon ended up on jojo's team and they ambushed him.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8y7yUh1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/LsJPROQED20/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356957865008727890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8y7yUh1I/AAAAAAAAB-g/LsJPROQED20/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love joeys face in this pic he just cant believe his eyes when he see's what his nino (jonathan) was doing to nicholas..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8yizXFkI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/dwXk_gjj3ys/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356957858302203458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8yizXFkI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/dwXk_gjj3ys/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/720203269767643387-4761645379025808228?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-jojo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle8z_LlpnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/XRoYpl0hs0w/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-6347901088637921273</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T23:54:25.888-07:00</atom:updated><title>more birthday fun..</title><description>celebrating birthdays with my family is a guarantee somebody is gonna get cake smooshed in their face. i figured it would be funny to get jason because he can be such a stick in the mud and never join in on the childish fun. looking at this picture he actually doesnt look like he got upset with me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5REN51qI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/V-Gel-64yPA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953984621467298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5REN51qI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/V-Gel-64yPA/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it didnt end there. jonathan decided to get me in the face and well as you can see i wasnt gonna walk away from that. He is saying he let me win but i dont really believe that because i think i kicked his butt fair and square.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5Q8rpxzI/AAAAAAAAB-I/NZCM0skX48c/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953982598760242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5Q8rpxzI/AAAAAAAAB-I/NZCM0skX48c/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was still blowing cake out of my nose a day after the party. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5QVl-eNI/AAAAAAAAB-A/R4xqCHSBg10/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953972105967826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5QVl-eNI/AAAAAAAAB-A/R4xqCHSBg10/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5PyKJbWI/AAAAAAAAB94/ksFC2y65XA8/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953962594004322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5PyKJbWI/AAAAAAAAB94/ksFC2y65XA8/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see he was obviously the loser. I would've never thought a cake fight could be so much fun. I'm already a bit scared for the next party because i know jonathan will want a rematch.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5Pbbps1I/AAAAAAAAB9w/VsCSvJrCO4I/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356953956493407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5Pbbps1I/AAAAAAAAB9w/VsCSvJrCO4I/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-6347901088637921273?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-birthday-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle5REN51qI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/V-Gel-64yPA/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4463997879853593693</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-10T23:54:14.908-07:00</atom:updated><title>Our bed...</title><description>our bed seems to be the community bed. never fails i wake up in the morning and at least one of my kids will be sleeping nice and cozy. This morning they all decided to join us. i just keep thinking there will come a day (not far from now) they wont want to crawl in our bed so i see no harm in letting it happen now. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle2vAHTw9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/M4-YPVMgVy0/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356951200381256658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle2vAHTw9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/M4-YPVMgVy0/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle2urX2fOI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YOO8zGFrveE/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356951194813496546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle2urX2fOI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YOO8zGFrveE/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/720203269767643387-4463997879853593693?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-bed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/Sle2vAHTw9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/M4-YPVMgVy0/s72-c/096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-5844864117557056538</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T22:15:01.909-07:00</atom:updated><title>still here in san antonio</title><description>we will be back on the road tomorrow bright and early. ugh! i am so not looking forward to the 12 hour drive home. I told my nephew jesse we should just stay here until my card says DENIED... ok, so i'm just kidding about that but it crossed my mind,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic has developed a new style out here and i'm lovin' it. this was taken at the resort we stayed at the water park (schlitterbahn). It is super hot and humid here i dont know how people can live here. I was sweating buckets and didnt bother wearing make up or combing my hair. the one day i did wear make up the sweat took it all off. YUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;almost forgot to add at the outlet today nicholas asked for converse tennis shoes. he walked up to the store and said, "oooh mom can i have these shoes because they are old school and i like them." his fashion sense is pretty darn good well i think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQxil-YRI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8gWmldcWuMA/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572456415191314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQxil-YRI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8gWmldcWuMA/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my last post i promised to show you all sunnie's head wear for the 4th so here ya go. they had a firework show right out our room door but if you know me at all you know i hate fireworks so i stayed inside. sunnie loved them and sat out on the porch with everyone :)...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQxdPpmJI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/d0emAv9cSAQ/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572454979377298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQxdPpmJI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/d0emAv9cSAQ/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;joey getting ready for the water park the night before we actually went to it,lol. I think he looks like a character that could be on spongebob square pants.. i have no clue what was up with his hair...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQw-X8OdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/VAkzlhUh7Js/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572446692653522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQw-X8OdI/AAAAAAAAB9I/VAkzlhUh7Js/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here we were eating with granny and grandpa at a restaurant in downtown san antonio. this was the place that nana fell and broke her hip (the real reason we drove here). this would be another one of those times i will say thank god she is okay now. surgery went well and she will be on a plane tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the kids ordered a shirley temple and for some reason it came with whipped cream on top and well nicholas decided to smear it all over my face. i'm telling you that boy is something else.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQwj02VGI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2UiQwlHS2bs/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572439566144610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQwj02VGI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2UiQwlHS2bs/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my nephews and i decided to leave the kids with my in laws inside while we looked around in the ridiculous heat. jason- the boys said that statue man is posing like you do. hahahaha!!!! true right?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQwBb0nBI/AAAAAAAAB84/hLEKmR56tns/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355572430334368786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQwBb0nBI/AAAAAAAAB84/hLEKmR56tns/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be so happy when i get home but i know it will never happen unless i get off of this computer and get some sleep. we have been talking this entire time about winning the lottery. one thought was we have so many in our immediate family you would think our chances are great. our other thoughts consisted of what we would do and buy for one another. too bad one of use couldnt win it before i have to drive because i would be hiring us a driver.. or buying a house here and sending for the rest of my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-5844864117557056538?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-here-in-san-antonio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SlLQxil-YRI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/8gWmldcWuMA/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-8111848559083914189</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T22:37:27.770-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thank God!!!!</title><description>thats all i can say... ok, well, not all i'm gonna say but really i do thank God for what he has and continues to do for my family. As some of you know we had a big scare with sunnie girl last friday. Our day was going as planned and took a turn that i never ever wouldve thought of.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter brenda has to take prescription meds for behaviors and every morning we give them to her in the kitchen in the same corner and around the same time. I guess she must have spit one out or we must have dropped one by accident and didnt notice. well, sunnie still being a baby puts things in her mouth she's not suppose to. so, i guess by now you know how the story is going. she found one on the floor and ate it. when she was walking toward me i could see the sour look on her face and white stuff in her mouth. I grabbed her splashed her mouth with water and wiped with a towel and had her drink 2 cups of milk. Then she started to get real sleepy and ended up knocking out cold. i called 911 and they transported her to the ER. It was all so scary and unreal. the time was passing by so fast but yet so very very slow. Sunnie ended up sleeping 12 hours straight. The entire time I kept thinking why did i let this happen, how could i let my child get hurt like this, why didnt i sweep before sitting down to pay bills???? all of that was never ending. Logically I knew it was an accident and it wasnt something any of us did knowingly but I still couldnt stop thinking of the things i couldve done better.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of things are guaranteed in my life but one thing i have learned for sure, what God gives me he will help me through it. At the time I may not seem like i know that but in the end it is always him I know to thank. Sunnie girl is as perfect as ever and if you were able to see her saturday you wouldve seen that. except for all the bruises on her body from being poked with needles and round sticky marks from the heart monitors you would never ever know something happened to her. Thank God my baby girl is just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ended up admitting her into the hospital so they could keep an eye on her. they needed to make sure her blood tests came back ok and her liver processed the medication properly with no problems. so, here she is in her hospital crib on saturday morning. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK9E7yQXI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_vJWrA6ljIU/s1600-h/sunnie+in+hospital.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352962414007697778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK9E7yQXI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_vJWrA6ljIU/s320/sunnie+in+hospital.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture was actually taken 10 minutes before she found the pill.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK808nTDI/AAAAAAAAB8o/KPUv930QUog/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352962409716206642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK808nTDI/AAAAAAAAB8o/KPUv930QUog/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight she let me know she wanted to do a fashion show. you think i'm kidding? i'm being completely serious. she brought me her shoes (she has baskets of them) and wanted to try all of them on to model for her dad and brothers. I threw in the clothes but she loved it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK8iXVOII/AAAAAAAAB8g/cOeyxTZwsFk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352962404727994498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK8iXVOII/AAAAAAAAB8g/cOeyxTZwsFk/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was her runway. auntie glo, do you recognize the denim jacket? i'm sure you do but just in case its the one you bought her for the baby shower before she was even born. doesnt it go perfect with the tutu? lol.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK8NnvpzI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DNEk3FQ_cYc/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352962399159691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK8NnvpzI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DNEk3FQ_cYc/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sneak peek of her 4th of july outfit. wait till you see the head wear.... i know she's not looking very happy about it all but dont let that fool you because she really was lovin' it all. I had a picture of her assistant, nicholas but for some reason it disappeared. maybe i never uploaded it and i just thought i had (i'm still not exactly all the way calmed after this past weekend).... nico boy is so good with his baby sister he was choosing clothes and shoes and announcing her entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just remember life can change in a blink of an eye so make the most of what you have right now.... and NOW thats all i have to say, wheeeew!!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK72EkuNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zIGngUB1tHQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352962392838158546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK72EkuNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/zIGngUB1tHQ/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I guess i lied I have a few more things to say.  I wanted to thank all my family and friends for everything they did to help during this horrible thing.  My sister is so far away but yet knew what she had to do, my sister in law was here immediately for us, my nephews jonathan, jesse and james were the best ever i cant believe how great those boys are, i think my mom followed the paramedics here and never ever left our side until sunnie was awake and well, auntie glo got to the hospital when we drove up in the ambulance, helens family was here immediately ready to help with whatever we needed. so, many people to thank and be thankful for. i cant believe how blessed we truly are to have such great people in our lives. i love you all!!!!!!!!!! just in case anyone is wondering why i didnt mention my in laws they are actually in San Antonio with joey.  I know we had their prayers and if anyone has powerful prayers it is them ;)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/720203269767643387-8111848559083914189?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Fy7Dna53b0/SkmK9E7yQXI/AAAAAAAAB8w/_vJWrA6ljIU/s72-c/sunnie+in+hospital.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-3565140511877569774</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 21:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T14:23:09.337-07:00</atom:updated><title>i received this email and thought i would share.</title><description>Used vs. Loved. While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr old son picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the car. In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'&lt;br /&gt;The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions......sitting in front of that car he looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.&lt;br /&gt;The next day that man committed suicide. . . Anger and Love have no limits; choose the latter to have a beautiful, lovely life..... Things are to be used and people are to be loved, But the problem in today's world is that, People are used and things are loved...&lt;br /&gt;During this year, let's be careful to keep this thought in mind:&lt;br /&gt;Things are to be used, but People are to be loved ... Be yourself....This is the only day we HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits they become character; Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not PROTECT you...&lt;br /&gt;Stay FAITHFUL and Be GRATEFUL&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know the first part is really sad but i think the end of it has a great message. i am so guilty of always telling the kids, "oh we can play that game tomorrow." or " i'll do that with you later,ok" i need to try and remember tomorrow is not promised and one day way too soon I'm gonna be wishing my kids still wanted to play games with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself is so so true. i read once- "be yourself- everyone else is taken." funny, but true.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all remember not to take life too seriously and have fun living it because this isnt a rehearsal this is our one and only shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-3565140511877569774?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-received-this-email-and-thought-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-4282536087685151846</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-24T20:37:19.300-07:00</atom:updated><title>shopping @ target..</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1041d52cc68dbf7a" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFOL1P0uuKpFudA8mYfXpz6gMtb7fsu8LTuCSgVi-d2vrDueYulCnh1DvHd5u00jWH2WB2M1_ONtr7k3-qhIqL4O27iERtagZjQz8_0Ec8NhtMAl2lfQ2xK-HVnX2j9qqY7q0PrKLjW2SUIUigLy86ObY77tmyXaAj8Y7p5L-gFBlzmsCuj-I8z2aDrFK172I0vFlRGLJy-3kuSJqLYF8-z%26sigh%3DsLpJtn5JsRR11_tKu8khasWI8yM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1041d52cc68dbf7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPaV2WaJGWghmJ8KiRk7Xum8kKRo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFOL1P0uuKpFudA8mYfXpz6gMtb7fsu8LTuCSgVi-d2vrDueYulCnh1DvHd5u00jWH2WB2M1_ONtr7k3-qhIqL4O27iERtagZjQz8_0Ec8NhtMAl2lfQ2xK-HVnX2j9qqY7q0PrKLjW2SUIUigLy86ObY77tmyXaAj8Y7p5L-gFBlzmsCuj-I8z2aDrFK172I0vFlRGLJy-3kuSJqLYF8-z%26sigh%3DsLpJtn5JsRR11_tKu8khasWI8yM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1041d52cc68dbf7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DPaV2WaJGWghmJ8KiRk7Xum8kKRo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love being able to post videos... today we ventured out to target (my fav. store) now that sunnie girl is walking i thought I'd let her browse the aisles. big mistake!!!! she knows she's a faster crawler than walker she opted for crawling. yuck! if i wasn't so concerned with getting her on video i would have never let her crawl on the filthy floor. we are definitely in big trouble when it comes to her love of shopping.. i know its all my fault but what can i say... from when she was just a little thing (like she's so big now) she knows what she likes and doesn't like. just for the record she wasn't allowed to buy toys today she was just window shopping. ugh!!! come to find out she hates that kind of shopping as much as i do,lol....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after watching the video i've come to the conclusion that i am one of THOSE mothers. aaaaahhhh!!! you know the one- "johnny,johnny stop johnny! oh please johnny thats not nice.  1 2 3 4 5. johnny i'm already at five johnny. please dont make me get to six johnny. oh johnny your a silly johnny.."  what in the world is it with me saying sunnie so many darn times,lol. believe me i made a mental note to stop that immediately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-4282536087685151846?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1041d52cc68dbf7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopping-target.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720203269767643387.post-239839557360957542</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 21:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T14:50:18.297-07:00</atom:updated><title>officially a toddler :(...</title><description>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c5012136993498c" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTEUoRb13b_V7q5TQe1KKBRNRoSWDSF5JYTnM2ePLp8jVUJk3kuN-s-KtfsCq5L9KEgJYlnsHi0C3zn5fic22p67LNWwWJY7i-clxasI5Zvv1Pr39_MfP9vMnFu18Wz4dHrGxfvn6S7ji9kuUFZfl8mbXIKzBicdUixGLegp06B5W2KT29Cim0zmRb7TQ36QCxxsSi4nOpw8fa_S61HQQS_r%26sigh%3DBfI_c3pGGk8AV8R7Dp09fkKHEcE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c5012136993498c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSFQ6zJGIF_u4_psgEZ2LQYXkWDo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTEUoRb13b_V7q5TQe1KKBRNRoSWDSF5JYTnM2ePLp8jVUJk3kuN-s-KtfsCq5L9KEgJYlnsHi0C3zn5fic22p67LNWwWJY7i-clxasI5Zvv1Pr39_MfP9vMnFu18Wz4dHrGxfvn6S7ji9kuUFZfl8mbXIKzBicdUixGLegp06B5W2KT29Cim0zmRb7TQ36QCxxsSi4nOpw8fa_S61HQQS_r%26sigh%3DBfI_c3pGGk8AV8R7Dp09fkKHEcE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c5012136993498c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DSFQ6zJGIF_u4_psgEZ2LQYXkWDo&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/720203269767643387-239839557360957542?l=nina-rocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1c5012136993498c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://nina-rocks.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-toddler.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bridgette)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>