<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656</id><updated>2012-02-09T08:20:12.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cecak House</title><subtitle type='html'>Following the crazy lives of Curt and Jessica, Hunter, Ian, Emily and Drake and Buddy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3645531166030453313</id><published>2011-04-24T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:39:42.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what is normal anyway?</title><content type='html'>At church today I couldn't help but notice all the families. It could be because there was about triple the normal people at the service... But families. Everywhere. Husbands &amp; wives with their kids in between, all around... I had family there... I had my kids... I had my parents... I didn't have my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is times like that when I crave normalcy. Having him at church every week. Home every night to assure me those noises are fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there looking at each couple. Wishing my life was normal. And it hit me. Tears started to well up. I looked at each of my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal is that Daddy is always going to miss every 3rd service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy won't get to be home every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal is rushing out the door on busy nights to try to make it to the station between calls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal is not normal. But it is ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3645531166030453313?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3645531166030453313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3645531166030453313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3645531166030453313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3645531166030453313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-normal-anyway.html' title='what is normal anyway?'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4472593295759516382</id><published>2011-04-18T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:27:18.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Games, homemade everything &amp; Canada</title><content type='html'>There is green on the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm weather is definitely close. I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just about a month left of school... I'm so glad we found a school that fits our family so well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter decided he wanted to play t-ball this year... I never thought I'd be a sappy mom that teared up all the time. Well boy was I wrong. I cried at his concert (he looked so BIG up there on stage!). It shouldn't have surprised me that I had tears welling up when I saw his little glove &amp; the little ball they use. He has his very first practice tonight... He is with his dad this week but I told him I'd come watch &amp; see him (Like I'd be ANYWHERE else!). Curt told me not to be "that mom". Um. Too late. I'm not going to miss a second of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ian decided he wanted to go to pre-school this year. How is he almost 4? He won't be at the same school as Hunter, which would have been terribly convenient... But its okay :) He is excited he gets to pick out a book bag &amp; will get to play on the play ground... I'm not ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily turns one in just a few more months! It seems impossible! I've been so blessed to be able to stay at home with her for most of her life! She is getting dangerously close to walking, much to daddy's dismay. She can say a few words &amp; loves blowing kisses at everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt is also playing softball for the fire department again... I'm so excited for it to start! This will be the first year I'll get to go to hopefully every game! There will be a few night I'm sure of rushing from Hunter's games &amp; practices to Curt's games... But I love it! Emily and I decided that since she can clap that she needs a cheer leading outfit for the games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quest to save money &amp; cut down on our "carbon footprint" I've started buying less &amp; making more... Not just food... Laundry detergent, dishwasher detergent, fabric softner... Its amazing how much you can save, how easy it is &amp; how big of an impact you can make! I got a friend of mine hooked on the laundry detergent... She was the one that introduced me to the dishwasher detergent. I'll go blog crazy about that another day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my man is crazy about hunting, he's always looking for a better boat, how to re-do his duck blind... All sorts of stuff. He ended up meeting a man from Canada (guy wanted to buy our boat) and they talked for a long time &amp; guy invited my man on a hunting trip this fall up in Canada. My man's dream. He is so excited! I'm excited for him! I'll go someday... Just not this year! I love Canada &amp; have always wanted to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo. Hear that? That's the beautiful sound of a sick baby sleeping. Finally! Time to get lunch before she wakes up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4472593295759516382?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4472593295759516382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4472593295759516382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4472593295759516382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4472593295759516382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/04/games-homemade-everything-canada.html' title='Games, homemade everything &amp; Canada'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7813878846353894703</id><published>2011-03-25T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:29:17.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its been so long!</title><content type='html'>Between everyone being sick, getting everything ready for garage sale &amp; party planning... Holy Hectic Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been sick with something in the last 3 weeks... Curt had some sort of eye issue, no contacts &amp; had to use steroid drops for a week, I had strep, Hunters is on his second ear infection, Ian is on ear infection #2 with a bronchial thing going on &amp; Emily got slammed with an 'unknown bug' - poor kid couldn't keep anything down or in, wouldn't drink anything &amp; got to the point she couldn't hardly get up... She's finally doing better - getting into trouble as I type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting ready for our 1st annual 'Holy Sh!t its Spring' party tomorrow... Go figure, Mother Nature wants to play dirty - snow forecasted. Doesn't matter... Grilling out &amp; having some fun regardless! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been eerily quiet on the fire front, have 4 house fires in 3 weeks, I expected another burst of activity... Maybe its coming? The overtime is nice... I just wish I could stick him in the station and not let him go play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Off to tackle laundry mountain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7813878846353894703?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7813878846353894703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7813878846353894703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7813878846353894703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7813878846353894703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-so-long.html' title='its been so long!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4255593591150389702</id><published>2011-02-11T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:39:56.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Boyd</title><content type='html'>Boyd was a fire fighter at our department... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be missed greatly by every single person that knew him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesrepublican.com/page/content.detail/id/537200/-It-was-an-honor-to-know-him-.html?nav=5005"&gt;&amp;#39;It was an honor to know him&amp;#39; - TimesRepublican.com | News, Sports, Jobs, Community info - Times Republican&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4255593591150389702?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4255593591150389702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4255593591150389702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4255593591150389702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4255593591150389702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/02/rest-in-peace-boyd_11.html' title='Rest In Peace Boyd'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8033309699732936195</id><published>2011-01-24T22:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:03:39.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The unnamed post</title><content type='html'>My brain feels like a constant Facebook status feed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is tired&lt;br /&gt;...is aggravated&lt;br /&gt;...can't stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;...wishes Emily would go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;...wants to just SCREAM what I'm really thinking&lt;br /&gt;...would give anything to have my husband home right now, but at the same time, I just want to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between bronchitis, double pink eye, double ear infection and working on getting her first tooth... Emily doesn't seem to want to sleep through the night anymore. I went to Kansas with my oldest sister last week for a couple days, Curt had the kids, and she slept through the night for the first time in months. Then my in laws had her over night Saturday... And she did it again. Nothing I do seems to work. I'm back to the 'newborn fog' which could be directly related to my current hay-wire brain activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling with some personal issues these days. I've tried to resolve these issues... I just can't seem to. The one thing that is helping? Church. Never would have thought after 24 years of not going to church, I'd become a regular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning. I'm struggling. I'm searching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fire-related note... 3 house fires in 4 weeks... No injuries, no loss of life... just lots of fire. There was even a car fire thrown in there (acoss the street and behind-ish our house so we even saw some action. A building blocked the actual fire from our view though. Poo.) Although the OT has been great for beefing up the paycheck &amp; there have been some awesome action shots in the paper... After not having to deal with a house fire during our relationship, we've got pounded by 3... One was the day before Christmas.... And then two within a week. It is giving me practice for being a fire wife and my patience issue..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... The little one is asleep so I'm going to go to sleep while it lasts... I'll try to empty my brain tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8033309699732936195?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8033309699732936195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8033309699732936195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8033309699732936195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8033309699732936195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/01/unnamed-post.html' title='The unnamed post'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7619457917055857283</id><published>2011-01-12T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:17:51.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love them</title><content type='html'>Emily laughing at Daddy, Ian being a goofball and hiding from the camera and Hunter all dressed up for his first school concert... They make my heart melt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h-DwfzGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6GvyWx51V7M/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h-DwfzGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6GvyWx51V7M/s320/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561349571149286498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h9snf7wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qwNFZxtehm4/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h9snf7wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/qwNFZxtehm4/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561349564937531138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h9NZoaaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BdfmYRpMkq8/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h9NZoaaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/BdfmYRpMkq8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561349556557867426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7619457917055857283?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7619457917055857283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7619457917055857283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7619457917055857283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7619457917055857283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-them.html' title='Love them'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TS3h-DwfzGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6GvyWx51V7M/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-851433184516454188</id><published>2011-01-03T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:28:51.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, A fresh start</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be a cleansing year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started with my house... Clothes, toys &amp; shoes are being gone through and sorted. 7 bags are packed and ready to donate and I've still got more clothes to go through! I'm kind of excited about this purging of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also cleansing my personal life. Working and focusing on issues I have... The person from my last post... Being better when Curt is at the FD... Being okay when he is at the boat shop... Eliminating the drama from my life. Also so excited about this part of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll elaborate more later... Little miss munchkin is sleeping on my lap and it is hard to type :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-851433184516454188?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/851433184516454188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=851433184516454188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/851433184516454188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/851433184516454188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-fresh-start.html' title='A new year, A fresh start'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1576280478720760416</id><published>2010-12-31T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:05:17.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>There is a person in my life that wont go away. No matter what I do, they will not disappear. This person has more than one previous link to us... This person is not required to be in our lives by any sort of law. Or desire on my part. I've wished that this person would just up and move to a foreign country. It fits. This person doesn't take hints. This person is poison to my soul. To my heart. To my relatonship and overall life. Other people don't seem to understand this. I wish I could say everything on here. I need to. I want to. But I can't. I'm trapped in my own thoughts and I feel like I'm drowning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another depressing note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought not seeing Drake's footprints in the snow would help. Make me feel better. Then the temperatures rose this week. Up into th 40s. And the snow melted. And now his footprints are gone forever. It is heartbreaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1576280478720760416?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1576280478720760416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1576280478720760416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1576280478720760416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1576280478720760416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8441826437720111478</id><published>2010-12-28T09:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:39:44.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake</title><content type='html'>I miss you Drakey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so good to my kiddos. And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so sick when I met you. I'm glad we got to spend 2 years together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you weren't scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy misses you so much. He hurts so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy is sad. He laid in his kennel last night and didn't whine or bark at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know Buddy being quiet never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything to hear you barking at the people walking by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much sweetie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TRoEF4aXyiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O50ckyltnF0/s1600/Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TRoEF4aXyiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O50ckyltnF0/s320/Drake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555757589403781666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8441826437720111478?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8441826437720111478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8441826437720111478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8441826437720111478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8441826437720111478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/drake.html' title='Drake'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TRoEF4aXyiI/AAAAAAAAAlA/O50ckyltnF0/s72-c/Drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-6512941309671953284</id><published>2010-12-24T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:58:00.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>After 10 hours on scene the firefighter was finally able to come home... At 3:30am. They had him on fire watch and he was supposed to stay until 7 but they released him early (Thankful for that, I was going to go crazy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to go up and see him for a little while, it made it just a little bit easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had Christmas with Curts family then mine tonight... Tomorrow the boys go to their dad's house and we get to start going through and un-packaging everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6512941309671953284?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6512941309671953284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6512941309671953284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6512941309671953284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6512941309671953284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7667855669398998579</id><published>2010-12-23T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:07:20.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>Curt got called in for a house fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been on scene for about an hour and a half now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily his parents, brother and brother's fiance are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be putting bunk beds together... Chris and Dale are doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad they are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is taking everything I've got not to turn on the scanner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7667855669398998579?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7667855669398998579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7667855669398998579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7667855669398998579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7667855669398998579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2134480363632545101</id><published>2010-12-23T00:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:48:41.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have a good title for this post. So I deem it "Updates"</title><content type='html'>Emily found out she can scream. Or screech. Whatever it is, it makes your ears bleed. This kid has some lungs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she is only a few days shy of being 6 months old... My little baby is growing too fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that Curt gets to be home Christmas day this year! He worked it last year, and when his crew changed this year he is scheduled to work it again. But, by the grace of God and some awesome crew members, they decided he should be the one to take the day off since he has a new family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think those guys realize how big that is for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Christmas wasn't the greatest. Curt worked at the fire department. The boys spent Christmas day and the week after with their dad... It was the first time in 3 months they hadn't been with me and the first Christmas I didn't get to spend with Hunter and Ian. The weather was crappy so I couldn't go to Curt's parents or my family's house. I had a hard time driving across town to the station. I spent Christmas 4 months pregnant and all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THIS YEAR!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is going okay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is getting over bronchitis so we don't sleep much... I'm averaging 4 hours of sleep (I'm crabby lately). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great... I'm so happy I can be home with them. They have been trying to test limits lately and see how far they can push me now that I'm here. It is an adjustment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt came home the other day thinking he had pink eye... Turns out he has ulcers again. One wasn't too bad, it healed in a couple days. The other one is on the edge of his cornea and bigger so its taking longer to heal. It has been a struggle. He hates wearing his glasses. (But he is so dang cute in them!) I had to drive him down to Des Moines so we could get him new glasses that day. I ended up getting new ones too and have been trying to wear them more than my contacts, at least until his eyes get better. Hopefully Lasik will be on the agenda for 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is staring at the computer like she is reading it and will start screaming like I typed something wrong. Love her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to try to lure her to dreamyland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2134480363632545101?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2134480363632545101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2134480363632545101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2134480363632545101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2134480363632545101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-have-good-title-for-this-post-so.html' title='I don&apos;t have a good title for this post. So I deem it &quot;Updates&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2794906307628058716</id><published>2010-12-11T05:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T05:59:34.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And we are up...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a morning person. Or a wake up in the middle of the night person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curts at work, and sick, and should be home in about an hour. I feel bad for him, I don't feel well either, but I got to sit in my jammies all day and cuddle with our screaming daughter. She has a cold... Horribly icky nose, itchy goopy eyes, a cough that makes me hurt too, can't sleep for more than a few hours at a time and her cry... Miserable &amp; pitiful. I hope she feels better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt, however, has been running non stop medicals since this afternoon, hopefully he got a few hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like about 12 hours of straight sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2794906307628058716?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2794906307628058716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2794906307628058716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2794906307628058716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2794906307628058716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-we-are-awake.html' title='And we are up...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3312061122482180504</id><published>2010-12-10T15:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T16:03:49.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More kiddo pictures</title><content type='html'>Curts at work... Boys are gone for the week... Emmy isn't feeling... I'd like a nap... Here are some pictures... Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjHvyXavI/AAAAAAAAAk0/O9LEh5SkdWs/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjHvyXavI/AAAAAAAAAk0/O9LEh5SkdWs/s320/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177044356000498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjHORBb5I/AAAAAAAAAks/5AChFF9H4XE/s1600/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjHORBb5I/AAAAAAAAAks/5AChFF9H4XE/s320/146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177035357777810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjGtpy4tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zdCDspxMOl0/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjGtpy4tI/AAAAAAAAAkk/zdCDspxMOl0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177026603311826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjGGrd3eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ac0SCWF5wtw/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjGGrd3eI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ac0SCWF5wtw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549177016141340130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3312061122482180504?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3312061122482180504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3312061122482180504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3312061122482180504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3312061122482180504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/more-kiddo-pictures.html' title='More kiddo pictures'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TQKjHvyXavI/AAAAAAAAAk0/O9LEh5SkdWs/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3334142600501440575</id><published>2010-12-06T21:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:24:28.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>Baby is hitting a growth spurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3334142600501440575?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3334142600501440575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3334142600501440575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3334142600501440575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3334142600501440575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3940225510183692706</id><published>2010-12-01T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:22:44.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0y5LhQ5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7neqOik5tJk/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0y5LhQ5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7neqOik5tJk/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545889146333119378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0ycMNJZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/65gx5qFRIpM/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0ycMNJZI/AAAAAAAAAkM/65gx5qFRIpM/s320/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545889138551367058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0yMO3JfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/w0NHraD1MYM/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0yMO3JfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/w0NHraD1MYM/s320/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545889134267540978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0xxEyVAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/h6uZnIr2L3s/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0xxEyVAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/h6uZnIr2L3s/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545889126977524738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3940225510183692706?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3940225510183692706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3940225510183692706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3940225510183692706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3940225510183692706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-random-pictures.html' title='Some random pictures...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPb0y5LhQ5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7neqOik5tJk/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1419929865120461889</id><published>2010-11-28T17:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:24:14.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30-a picture</title><content type='html'>There is nothing special about this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it one day because I liked the contrast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPLjxJfmEUI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nsCgVX0pHCk/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPLjxJfmEUI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nsCgVX0pHCk/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544744524748034370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1419929865120461889?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1419929865120461889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1419929865120461889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1419929865120461889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1419929865120461889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-30-picture.html' title='Day 30-a picture'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TPLjxJfmEUI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nsCgVX0pHCk/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4738868456026187499</id><published>2010-11-24T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:46:42.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29-3 Wishes</title><content type='html'>I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- That I can stay home for my children for many years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- That my family and myself have healthy lives and get to spend forever together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- That I could be a more patient person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4738868456026187499?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4738868456026187499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4738868456026187499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4738868456026187499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4738868456026187499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-29-3-wishes.html' title='Day 29-3 Wishes'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-558639678786270508</id><published>2010-11-23T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:00:57.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28-Something that stresses you out</title><content type='html'>This one is tough. I struggle with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work used to stress me out. It still does from time to time, but not nearly as much as my old job used to. I used to thrive on adrenaline. Loved it. Craved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love not having it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think right now, the thing that stresses me out the most, is not being a better wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a hard time while Curt is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to fight to get through the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every issue I could possibly have surfaces at 7 am on a shift day. It all disappears at 7 am the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a balance. A happy medium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between spending every second with him for 48 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not seeing him at all for 24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry. I don't listen to the scanner anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pretend that they don't get any calls. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. It's what I have to do right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-558639678786270508?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/558639678786270508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=558639678786270508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/558639678786270508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/558639678786270508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-28-something-that-stresses-you-out.html' title='Day 28-Something that stresses you out'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4865708879034447025</id><published>2010-11-22T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:08:56.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 and Day 27</title><content type='html'>Day 26-Picture of your family and Day 27-Pets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2oWdqXII/AAAAAAAAAjc/7emlA_hnpP0/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2oWdqXII/AAAAAAAAAjc/7emlA_hnpP0/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542513464518007938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2pSbdw8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/_pTcuRpCQ9A/s1600/Drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2pSbdw8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/_pTcuRpCQ9A/s320/Drake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542513480614921154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2o1WlPgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cBlzDO7acTM/s1600/SDC10286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2o1WlPgI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cBlzDO7acTM/s320/SDC10286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542513472809811458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4865708879034447025?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4865708879034447025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4865708879034447025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4865708879034447025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4865708879034447025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-26-and-day-27.html' title='Day 26 and Day 27'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TOr2oWdqXII/AAAAAAAAAjc/7emlA_hnpP0/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2323692278434157679</id><published>2010-11-19T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T22:16:16.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs</title><content type='html'>I love this one... I love music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Suds in the Bucket by Sara Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Familiar Taste of Poison - Halestorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Not Meant to Be by Theory of a Deadman (LOVE Theory!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Paradise by the Dashboard Light - Meatloaf (I have a VERY nice video of my sisters, my aunt, my DJ and I singing this at my wedding... My DJ ROCKED it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Hysteria - Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Cat's in the Cradle - Harry Chapin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Dracula's Lament - Jason Segel (From the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall - YOU TUBE AND WATCH IT. HILARIOUS.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Fancy - Reba McEntire (Love this song... Makes me laugh when Curt plays it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Breathe (2AM) - Anna Nalick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for hours......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2323692278434157679?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2323692278434157679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2323692278434157679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2323692278434157679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2323692278434157679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-25-put-your-ipod-on-shuffle-first.html' title='Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1896941373025096616</id><published>2010-11-13T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T11:51:59.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24... Something I've learned</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday so I took some time off to celebrate my birthday week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 24... Something I've learned... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No matter what I do, what kind of crazy mess I get myself into, I've got the most amazing family that is willing to drop EVERYTHING to help me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No matter how much I try, even when ALL the kids are gone... Laundry never ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Curt will ALWAYS have more shoes than I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That it is true... Whenever my firefighter is at work, something will always break, quit working, flood, back up, not fit or whatever other type of wrongness you can imagine. I've gotten good at the flood thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-That everyone has a past. It may not be one you are particularly fond of, but that past made the person who they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Being a stay at home mom is the best job I'll ever have. I get paid in sticky hugs, slobbery kisses and dirty diapers. I wish I would have done it a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot more. But the baby is asleep and there are 3 baskets of laundry glaring at me. Off I go to swim the sea of socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1896941373025096616?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1896941373025096616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1896941373025096616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1896941373025096616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1896941373025096616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-24-something-ive-learned.html' title='Day 24... Something I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7874488385209408732</id><published>2010-11-10T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:54:18.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23-Favorite vacation</title><content type='html'>Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I'm going to say Virginia when I was 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my sisters with my parents for a week. Stayed for a month. I was considering moving out there but I don't think my sister wanted to enter parenthood with her 15 year old sister as a starter-baby. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Virginia... The beach... The sun... Jets overhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a peace in Virginia. Unexplainable and I don't ever plan on ruining it by moving there. But I plan on visiting again in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7874488385209408732?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7874488385209408732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7874488385209408732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7874488385209408732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7874488385209408732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-23-favorite-vacation.html' title='Day 23-Favorite vacation'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3711201495337091278</id><published>2010-11-09T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:53:52.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 21 &amp; 22!</title><content type='html'>Day 21-Picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNoWwQc_I9I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xyBXTiFGiFs/s1600/SDC10738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNoWwQc_I9I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xyBXTiFGiFs/s320/SDC10738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537763710111523794" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22-Favorite city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to say Louisville Kentucky on this one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of different things there to see and do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my memory of there was with my sisters and those are always fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3711201495337091278?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3711201495337091278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3711201495337091278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3711201495337091278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3711201495337091278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/days-21-22.html' title='Days 21 &amp; 22!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNoWwQc_I9I/AAAAAAAAAjU/xyBXTiFGiFs/s72-c/SDC10738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2499695189993361052</id><published>2010-11-07T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:27:20.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the game that never ends... Yes it goes on and on my friends...</title><content type='html'>Day 19-Something you miss&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I miss? My top two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my husband. I wish they would let the wives stay up at the fd some nights. I'm sure some of them love the fact that they get 24 hours away from their wives and kids... Its quiet, a break, no honey do lists. But dang it. I'm still a newlywed. And I made those boys brownies tonight. I think I should be able to snuggle in with my firefighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my pre baby body. It feels so far away. I've lost a lot of weight since I had Emmy... But I'm going for gold. I want to be in great shape. And get rid of my tummy. And thunder thighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess - I was always Jessica growing up. This one is still new to me... Jessi - Growing up, I didn't like being called Jessi. It still catches me off guard. But it happens... Mommy - Shouldn't need to explain this one!... Shithead - Courtesy of my husband. I am his Shithead. He is my Jerkwad... Jeckala - My dad still calls me that once in awhile... And Jennifer - I apparently look like a Jennifer... Someone that I know and have known for several years called me by a nickname so much they forgot my real name and called me Jennifer... On more than one occasion. sigh. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2499695189993361052?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2499695189993361052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2499695189993361052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2499695189993361052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2499695189993361052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-game-that-never-ends-yes-it.html' title='This is the game that never ends... Yes it goes on and on my friends...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2638816818187270211</id><published>2010-11-05T13:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:06:13.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And onward we go with two more days...</title><content type='html'>Day 17-Something you’re looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Something you regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----DAY 17----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I'm looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEING DONE PAINTING. =D&lt;br /&gt;I love painting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week I've painted the living room, dining room, hallway, kitchen, stair walls and I'm working on the foyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of heights. Painting requires a ladder in our house. Last night while I was up on the tower of death (the 2nd stair of the ladder. Yep.) and I decided that before I plunge the 3 feet to my death, or broken arm, that Hunter needed a test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart one that boy is. He knew that if I fell, to come check on me, if I didn't answer or was hurt to call 911, he knew our address, my full name and to tell them who Curt was and where he is at (at the time the FD so he woulda known if there was a call!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we can just learn that pesky shoelace tying trick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Day 18-Something you regret-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have regrets. Everything I've done has led me to where I am today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I would have punched her when I had the chance =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that isn't very nice...  Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2638816818187270211?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2638816818187270211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2638816818187270211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2638816818187270211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2638816818187270211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-onward-we-go-with-two-more-days.html' title='And onward we go with two more days...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3414501654961771937</id><published>2010-11-03T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:48:24.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 Dream house</title><content type='html'>In the country... Near town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 bedrooms... A couple bathrooms... One with a whirlpool tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacious but not huge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wrap around porch with a swing and a couple rocking chairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An attached 19 stall garage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or 3. Whichever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timber and a pond near by so we can watch the deer come and go and so we can watch geese and ducks come in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bay window in our bedroom with a bench seat so I can sit and read or just have mommy time and sit with 10 pillows and just relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kitchen that is so amazing I get giddy thinking about it... It will be horribly expensive but painfully perfect... With granite counter tops, a central vacuum, a window overlooking the yard so I can watch the pond or the kids, whichever is out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that we've been talking about building a house lately? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot lot lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3414501654961771937?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3414501654961771937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3414501654961771937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3414501654961771937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3414501654961771937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-16-dream-house.html' title='Day 16 Dream house'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8401752474552860931</id><published>2010-11-02T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:15:52.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture I love and a bible verse</title><content type='html'>Day 14-A picture you love and day 15-Bible verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture makes me laugh. Hunter is so happy and loving and Ian looks like he wants to eat Hunter's face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNAqP04g_fI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a0dsV_5M5C0/s1600/SDC11083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNAqP04g_fI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a0dsV_5M5C0/s320/SDC11083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534970393420430834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I love, it was part of our wedding vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; It is not self-seeking, nor easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongdoing. It does not delight in evil, But rejoices in the truth. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and preserves. There is nothing love cannot face; There is no limit to its faith, hope, and endurance. In a word, there are three things that last forever: Faith, hope, and love; But the greatest of them all is love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8401752474552860931?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8401752474552860931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8401752474552860931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8401752474552860931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8401752474552860931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-i-love-and-bible-verse.html' title='A picture I love and a bible verse'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TNAqP04g_fI/AAAAAAAAAjM/a0dsV_5M5C0/s72-c/SDC11083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4334571509554955223</id><published>2010-10-31T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:06:12.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it with 12 and 13</title><content type='html'>-Day 12-What you believe&lt;br /&gt;This is a big questing for me right now. I'm trying to figure out what I believe on the Man upstairs subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being a good wife. A faithful and devoted wife. A wife that supports her husband in everything he does... Even if that includes getting a *gulp* third boat. sigh. In his defense, one doesn't float and will be parked in our back yard, surrounded by sand to be used as a playground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being a good mother. Teaching my children what I know, guiding them but letting them make their own mistakes, no matter how hard that is for me, or them. Not lying to my children. Making the best life I possibly can for them. Nurturing, helping them grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in giving something my all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in letting people live their lives the way that makes THEM happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in having a clean house, but not a squeaky white house. So what if there are dishes in the sink from yesterday. Take time for yourself once in ahwile. If someone doesn't like your dirty dishes, they can wash them or leave. It was their choice to come into your home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Day 13-Goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Build our forever home&lt;br /&gt;+Raise amazing children that are happy and secure with themselves&lt;br /&gt;+Paint every room in this house&lt;br /&gt;+Plant a garden. And make it live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of goals. I'm just not sure I'm ready to announce them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4334571509554955223?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4334571509554955223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4334571509554955223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4334571509554955223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4334571509554955223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-at-it-with-12-and-13.html' title='Back at it with 12 and 13'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-9140399947166210675</id><published>2010-10-29T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T10:41:55.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>Day 11 -- Favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has changed a lot in the past month. I used to CONSTANTLY watch Bridezillas, Say Yes to the Dress, My Fair Wedding etc trying to absorb E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. for the wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over... I can't watch them. I'm done with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over and I'm off work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dora, Diego, Team UmiZoomi, Spongebob, Fanboy and ChumChum, Phineas and Ferb -- My kid time. The boys and I will watch some cartoons, veg and cuddle like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Wives - I don't know why but I love this show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Mom - Been there, done that, addicted to the show..  I love Bentley :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell's Kitchen - Curt had never watched this, I dvr'd it and we watched it together one night, he is hooked now too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just about it... I don't sit and watch tv, except for days like today. I'm tired. I'm alone. I'm lonely. I've got mini snickers, Emily and our lovely tv that is put back after we painted the night before last. 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My list is a lot longer than it was a few years ago. I've got a lot to live for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6342734424191252814?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6342734424191252814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6342734424191252814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6342734424191252814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6342734424191252814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-9-10.html' title='Days 9 &amp; 10'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2627859904451159254</id><published>2010-10-26T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:46:42.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 8th day of challenge we have...</title><content type='html'>A place you’ve traveled to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little we ventured up to Michigan, saw the lakes with my Grandparents, spent a day in Canada (I was 5, I don't remember much but I've always wanted to go back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Colorado a couple times, Virginia a few times as well with jaunts to Washington D.C and down to North Carolina... I spent a week in Georgia. Minnesota to Missouri but I think one of my favorites so far was Kentucky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long weekend with my sisters was wonderful! We all lived in different states so it was fun to find the middle and meet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMbbQ0HDKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FOLbnQarjN4/s1600/fourthstreetlive.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMbbQ0HDKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FOLbnQarjN4/s320/fourthstreetlive.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532350274183834338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel people knew us by name by the end of the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMbbi0c6dUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SFvchMHRQ_A/s1600/kentuckysisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMbbi0c6dUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SFvchMHRQ_A/s320/kentuckysisters.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532350583513183554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love our matching necklaces? We all still have them!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2627859904451159254?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2627859904451159254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2627859904451159254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2627859904451159254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2627859904451159254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-8th-day-of-challenge-we-have.html' title='On the 8th day of challenge we have...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMbbQ0HDKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/FOLbnQarjN4/s72-c/fourthstreetlive.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-725115576464861124</id><published>2010-10-25T07:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:56:40.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 of the challenge!!</title><content type='html'>Day 7-Favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Mermaid by far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the movies that remind me of growing up: Top Gun, Flight of the Navigator, Weird Science, U571, It's a Wonderful Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defining movies: Steel Magnolias &amp; Band of Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ones that make me laugh - The Hangover, Juno, Get Him to the Greek, Forgetting Sarah Marshall and Super Troopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many... The more I watch, the more I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-725115576464861124?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/725115576464861124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=725115576464861124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/725115576464861124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/725115576464861124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-7-of-challenge.html' title='Day 7 of the challenge!!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8024061796058536167</id><published>2010-10-25T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T07:49:42.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>This was taken shortly after the boys and I re-started our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the happiest I'd seen them in such a long time... A trip to the zoo, a day that was all about them, no one fought, they fed giraffes, it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMV79BdrImI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mRHtWvIDBRM/s1600/SDC10348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMV79BdrImI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mRHtWvIDBRM/s320/SDC10348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531964005589656162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8024061796058536167?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8024061796058536167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8024061796058536167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8024061796058536167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8024061796058536167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMV79BdrImI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mRHtWvIDBRM/s72-c/SDC10348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4200993413539213198</id><published>2010-10-23T08:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:24:36.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Your siblings</title><content type='html'>My siblings huh? They are crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two sisters - Andrea and Tiffany &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is the oldest and Tiffany is just a few years younger than her... I'm the baby by a long shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea is married to Bradley who has been my 'brother(in-law)' technically since I was 12, but has been a part of our family for as long as I can remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany lives far far away in Georgia... We don't get to see each other often but thanks to me popping out kids and getting hitched, she was back twice in 4 months! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a sisters trip to Kentucky once. We got lost in the ghetto because TomTom failed. Who the hell knew there was a ghetto in Kentucky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love em. I miss em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMLgdIB8l4I/AAAAAAAAAis/7mWH2YFI_aM/s1600/anditiffjess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMLgdIB8l4I/AAAAAAAAAis/7mWH2YFI_aM/s320/anditiffjess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531230083340867458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre in the middle, TiffiePoo on the left and I'm the one in white!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4200993413539213198?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4200993413539213198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4200993413539213198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4200993413539213198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4200993413539213198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-your-siblings.html' title='Day 5 - Your siblings'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMLgdIB8l4I/AAAAAAAAAis/7mWH2YFI_aM/s72-c/anditiffjess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-6091237348964665862</id><published>2010-10-22T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:59:38.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4-Your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin? They have been married a lot of years... 33? 34? years... I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are amazing parents. They have always been there for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me. Supporting me. Spoiling me. (Not every girl gets 'woo woo lights' (as the boys would say) for a wedding gift!!. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad (Ken) has been a deputy sheriff since before I was born. Pretty much every night I'd have to make sure he had his vest on, and I used to sit at the big window and watch him take off with his lights going. It took my breath away. It still does. Mothers Day we went to brunch with my family, he was on call and got called to assist my county, watching him take off so fast, the sound of the engine, the lights - it brought back memories and makes my heart race just thinking of it! He and I always hung out when I was younger, fishing, camping, catching worms after it rained... Showing me how to hold the flashlight with my fingers kind of covering it so it didn't scare the worms. I love thinking about all the things we did together &amp; love passing it all along to the boys and soon Emmy. (The one thats approaching soon... Hunter has a loose tooth. Dad always pulled mine out with hanky covered pliers. Gotta go buy some hankies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom (Vicky) is my fun-sized mommy. I remember when she was working at a restaurant when I was all of 6 years old and she'd have to take me to work with her before school... She would sit me on top of the ice cream cooler and make me some extra syrupy pancakes. When my dad worked late on the weekends, we'd run to the store, stock up on junk food, pull out the hide-a-bed &amp; pop in a movie. I don't ever remember staying awake until the end of a movie, but I remember cuddling up to her and just being so comfortable and feeling so safe. Then the Nintendo came along. We would sit and have marathons. The woman can kick anyones butt in Mario Kart. She is BRUTAL! But I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom and dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6091237348964665862?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6091237348964665862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6091237348964665862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6091237348964665862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6091237348964665862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7030241262046768474</id><published>2010-10-21T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:15:22.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaking</title><content type='html'>Sitting here watching "Born Schizophrenic: January's Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 5 year old is hitting her parents uncontrollably, crying hysterically and trying to hurt herself, and keeps saying "Let me out Mommy, make it stop, I don't want to do this... I just want out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even imagine watching my child go through that. It makes me want to hug and kiss my babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7030241262046768474?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7030241262046768474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7030241262046768474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7030241262046768474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7030241262046768474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/heartbreaking.html' title='Heartbreaking'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8158298374788274757</id><published>2010-10-21T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:59:01.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3... My first love</title><content type='html'>This boy will always have a special place in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the first boy I remember having a crush on, the first boy I wanted to marry, the first boy that broke my heart when he fell in love with someone else... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMBitqU_UoI/AAAAAAAAAic/IzW1zmJhId4/s1600/blogpic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMBitqU_UoI/AAAAAAAAAic/IzW1zmJhId4/s320/blogpic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530528879006929538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Prince Eric from the Little Mermaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. I always dreamt that was me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got my own prince charming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMBjJIGHwAI/AAAAAAAAAik/L02oG5hCjbc/s1600/curtjessdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMBjJIGHwAI/AAAAAAAAAik/L02oG5hCjbc/s320/curtjessdance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530529350854098946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8158298374788274757?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8158298374788274757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8158298374788274757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8158298374788274757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8158298374788274757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-my-first-love.html' title='Day 3... My first love'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TMBitqU_UoI/AAAAAAAAAic/IzW1zmJhId4/s72-c/blogpic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1940304188317006254</id><published>2010-10-20T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:05:43.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2!</title><content type='html'>Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fairly easy... It is our name. This blog has had 3 names over the past year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Postel &amp; Cecak House, The Yeomans &amp; Cecak House and now it is at its final name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one can pronounce it. My dad even waited until my wedding day to ask how to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee-chauk... Kind of like Chee-chalk, minus the L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what you thought? It happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1940304188317006254?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1940304188317006254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1940304188317006254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1940304188317006254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1940304188317006254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2.html' title='Day 2!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-292101425868129096</id><published>2010-10-19T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:55:28.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a 30 day challenge!</title><content type='html'>-I found this over at Hydrantgirl's blog... Let's see if I can do this! It is 30 days of blogging, with a different pre-outlined topic everyday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1... Introduce, recent picture and 15 interesting facts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is Jessica, I'm a 23 year old mother of 3 and I just recently (last weekend!) married my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TL42K2iPqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n799X4MsrpM/s1600/70356_506428887_2629581_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TL42K2iPqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n799X4MsrpM/s320/70356_506428887_2629581_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529916952523286546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture... I sneezed two days later and cake came out of my nose. Gross, yes but oh so totally us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts... I suck at stuff like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- When I was little, I couldn't pronounce my own name, I'd say Jeckala. My dad still calls me that sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I didn't want to get my drivers license. The only reason I did because my cousin was pregnant and I was on driver standby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- (My sisters love the next 3, they actually used them in their speech at my wedding) When I was 5 or 6, we were blowing bubbles at my grandparents house &amp; I backed up to my mom and asked her to pull out my wedgie. I had priorities thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Around that same time, we made a memory quilt for my grandparents. All of us were asked to hand over a t-shirt or some type of clothing to be put in the quilt. Mine? My most prized posession... My little mermaid underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I was suspended for a week in 9th grade for flipping off one of my teachers. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I met Curt through work. He was a reserve police officer. He pulled me over. I called him an a**hole. Now we are married. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- When I was 4 I knew the song 'She's in Love With The Boy' by Trisha Yearwood word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- I've been in/within a mile of 3 tornados. I used to love them and want to be a storm chaser. Now I'm deathly afraid of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- I like to bake. I could sit and make cookies, brownies, pies, cakes whatever for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I get mad when people leave their blinker on. If Curt and I are driving seperate and he needs to talk to me, he turns on his blinker. He knows that I will call him within a minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- When I was little I grew my hair down to my tushie. In 5th grade I cut it all off. ALL off. My hair didn't even touch my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- I thought about a career as a weather-person on tv... The only thing that stopped me? I didn't want everyone to hate me because of the forecasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- My parents and I went to visit my sisters for two weeks in Virginia when I was 15. I stayed for a month and almost moved there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- I'm alone and am scared out of my mind every 3rd night. When the boys were at their dads &amp; before I had E, I would sleep with a gun next to my bed. Even now, it is never far away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- After two sons I didn't want a daughter. The thought scared me. Until I met Curt and we found out we were going to have one. Now I can't imagine life without my little princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-Your first love&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-Your siblings&lt;br /&gt;Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 7-Favorite movies&lt;br /&gt;Day 8-A place you’ve traveled to&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-A picture of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 10-Something you’re afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Day 11-Favorite tv shows&lt;br /&gt;Day 12-What you believe&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-Goals&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-A picture you love&lt;br /&gt;Day 15-Bible verse&lt;br /&gt;Day 16-Dream house&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-Something you’re looking forward to&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Something you regret&lt;br /&gt;Day 19-Something you miss&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;Day 21-Picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 22-Favorite city&lt;br /&gt;Day 23-Favorite vacation&lt;br /&gt;Day 24-Something you’ve learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs&lt;br /&gt;Day 26-Picture of your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 27-Pets&lt;br /&gt;Day 28-Something that stresses you out&lt;br /&gt;Day 29-3 Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Day 30-a picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-292101425868129096?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/292101425868129096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=292101425868129096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/292101425868129096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/292101425868129096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-30-day-challenge.html' title='It is a 30 day challenge!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TL42K2iPqBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/n799X4MsrpM/s72-c/70356_506428887_2629581_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1004421550706541819</id><published>2010-10-17T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:43:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Curt and I decided to try something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job last week. We've been talking about it for quite awhile, but the timing was never right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as stressed as I was, I don't have to stay up until midnight anymore unless I WANT to, no more driving 60 miles a day, I get to be home with my kids at night &amp; I get to see Curt more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell there is a big difference in our house. Outside people even comment on it. Curt and I seem happier. The boys are happier. No one fights like they used to. Emily is a happier baby, she used to have hour long crying spells when I was gone. She hasn't had anything near that. My headaches are gone. I don't feel sick when the afternoon comes around. I want to get up and move around and not just lay around all day. I WANT to clean, it doesn't feel like such a chore anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will work out perfectly and that this is the best for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1004421550706541819?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1004421550706541819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1004421550706541819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1004421550706541819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1004421550706541819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7126203041419903084</id><published>2010-10-12T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T08:49:30.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Cecak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TLRnRaWN1KI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yvtD22dkGxo/s1600/curtjesswedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TLRnRaWN1KI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yvtD22dkGxo/s320/curtjesswedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527156191518381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TLRnRJF--XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1zUIvXmn8uQ/s1600/curtjessdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TLRnRJF--XI/AAAAAAAAAiA/1zUIvXmn8uQ/s320/curtjessdance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527156186886895986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7126203041419903084?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7126203041419903084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7126203041419903084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7126203041419903084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7126203041419903084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/mr-and-mrs-cecak.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Cecak'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TLRnRaWN1KI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yvtD22dkGxo/s72-c/curtjesswedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2780545431973588830</id><published>2010-10-08T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:25:49.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I'm getting married tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2780545431973588830?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2780545431973588830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2780545431973588830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2780545431973588830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2780545431973588830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-92177623809840163</id><published>2010-10-04T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:16:09.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkles</title><content type='html'>They are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My veil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has something sparkley on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; FIVE DAYS LEFT &lt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-92177623809840163?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/92177623809840163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=92177623809840163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/92177623809840163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/92177623809840163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/10/sparkles.html' title='Sparkles'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7150791643498996175</id><published>2010-09-30T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:30:52.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Ian!</title><content type='html'>When did my 3 year old become such a big boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I realized we were out of pull ups so I decided to try something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big boy underwear! He got to pick them out (Spiderman of course)... He was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed dry all day. I was a little nervous for overnight. But when I woke him today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just have another potty trained boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PROUD of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7150791643498996175?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7150791643498996175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7150791643498996175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7150791643498996175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7150791643498996175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-ian.html' title='Yay Ian!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-899398442007389870</id><published>2010-09-26T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:58:06.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love him =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TKAWNUvPGRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4OrjLr5NTqc/s1600/DSC_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TKAWNUvPGRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4OrjLr5NTqc/s320/DSC_0099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521437561317169426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TKAWANiF3dI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r2DBtSm0yGY/s1600/IMG_2961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TKAWANiF3dI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r2DBtSm0yGY/s320/IMG_2961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521437336044690898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-899398442007389870?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/899398442007389870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=899398442007389870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/899398442007389870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/899398442007389870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-him.html' title='Love him =)'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TKAWNUvPGRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/4OrjLr5NTqc/s72-c/DSC_0099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2543884667205708069</id><published>2010-09-26T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:51:50.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get certain people out of my life and away from my family. These people are the poison in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get married in 13 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has been my saftey shield lately. As always. More so lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its funny when people try to be your friend and then compare their lives to what they think yours to "find the truth". Nobody's business but ours. Thanks for playing though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hours are draining every thing out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our engagement photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were in a parade yesterday. They loved it. It rained but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you read this. Hope you enjoy what you see. I've moved on. Think its kinda funny you can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is coming and I can't avoid it... I'm just hoping things will be just a little different this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2543884667205708069?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2543884667205708069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2543884667205708069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2543884667205708069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2543884667205708069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7341232701855925672</id><published>2010-09-19T00:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T01:08:42.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me better</title><content type='html'>As I sit here with Emily watching the Hawkeyes vs Arizona game, I listen to Curt gathering up his hunting stuff for the morning. Today was opening day of duck hunting, but he chose to stay with my sick self instead of go out. We spent all day together. Sleeping. Lunch. Just hanging around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow he is going to Minnesota to meet an idol of his. He's going hunting before he leaves and will be back after I'm at work, So I won't get to see him more than about a half hour tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monday he works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I've got my dress fitting and won't see him much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to be selfish. But I want to be. I don't want him to go tomorrow, but I do. I want him to meet this person. I want him to have fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is working two jobs to make things easier on me. To make things better for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want him to go to work. I want him to spend his days with ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard with the hours we work. When he gets home from being FF and goes to TBE I'm still asleep. When he gets home from TBE, I have to walk out the door to go to work. When I get home, we talk for 10 minutes, then pour ourselves into bed, crash and do it all over again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better person. A better mother. A better wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7341232701855925672?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7341232701855925672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7341232701855925672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7341232701855925672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7341232701855925672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-me-better.html' title='Make me better'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3416464753890128688</id><published>2010-09-12T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T16:56:49.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>We had our engagement pictures taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3416464753890128688?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3416464753890128688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3416464753890128688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3416464753890128688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3416464753890128688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-547306581542196744</id><published>2010-09-10T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:19:49.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for less</title><content type='html'>I am vowing to myself that I am going to adapt a more frugal lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying new money saving tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own laundry detergent? Seems like a big money saver to me... Our family of 5 goes through a LOT of laundry. I found a site with a recipe for detergent that for one batch - supplies cost about $5 and does about 50 loads of laundry. One of the large Tide detergents is about $30 and does 96 loads. Even I can do the math on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own dog food? Not so much. For as much as my two dogs eat I'd be forever making dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the dryer less. Lights off. Adjusting the thermostat. Drink more water. Making bread instead of buying it. That one is a double bonus... I love the smell of fresh baked bread &amp; love making bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving some of the things I'm coming across! Some - not so much. Get rid of a car? Not feasible. Downsize our house? I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with this quest!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-547306581542196744?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/547306581542196744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=547306581542196744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/547306581542196744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/547306581542196744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-for-less.html' title='Living for less'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8551725360779843212</id><published>2010-09-08T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:41:03.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 days</title><content type='html'>There have been some big changes around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter started school... Ian is *GASP* potty trained... Emmy is just GROWING... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt started working a few hours a day at his friend's boat shop. He is loving it... I'm getting used to seeing him less. Hopefully that will chang soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been reminded that when something happens that is not according to what you thought was going to happen, that we have *great* family and *amazing* friends that rally and support us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking into some new directions with our lives... New opportunities and new adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding planning has TAKEN OFF! It kind of had to. Shortly after my last post with wedding frustrations Curt and I started talking. We discussed a lot of different options and ultimately decided to move the wedding date. Up. A year. It is next month. 31 days from today. People were right... It is all falling together perfectly. We've had a few hiccups but we are in steamroller mode and won't let anything or anyone bring us down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8551725360779843212?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8551725360779843212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8551725360779843212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8551725360779843212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8551725360779843212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/09/31-days.html' title='31 days'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5844665654209053060</id><published>2010-08-24T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:46:58.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't let it happen</title><content type='html'>I just read the fire departments letter in the paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a firefighter's fiance it worries me that the city administration is not hiring more firefighters &amp; is making them work short handed. Not to mention talk of a part volunteer department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That compromises the safety of our firefighters AND the public. If you live in Marshalltown, call your council persons &amp; tell them to keep our department a FULL TIME department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.timesrepublican.com/page/content.detail/id/527861.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5844665654209053060?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5844665654209053060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5844665654209053060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5844665654209053060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5844665654209053060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-let-it-happen.html' title='Can&apos;t let it happen'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1042097876128073607</id><published>2010-08-21T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:42:21.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>This week Hunter started kindergarten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class every day... All day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was excited. Me? Not so much. I'm not ready to have him gone all day, in his big kid school. It was so quiet without him, Ian played quietly by himself and then curled up on the couch with Emily and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big milestone - he rides the bus everyday. I'm still not sure I'm okay with that... I worry for him on the bus. Granted - its the elementary bus... But there can be really mean kids. I never liked the bus... Too scary... I don't like letting someone else be in charge of the safety of my kiddo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it wont last forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1042097876128073607?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1042097876128073607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1042097876128073607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1042097876128073607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1042097876128073607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5218342299068118171</id><published>2010-08-12T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:33:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Everything is coming together perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5218342299068118171?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5218342299068118171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5218342299068118171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5218342299068118171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5218342299068118171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1194857732023078042</id><published>2010-08-06T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:53:49.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding vs a WEDDING</title><content type='html'>When I got married the first time I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents had to sign a permission slip in order for me to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got married in a courthouse, by a judge I knew - I went to elementary school with his son, with 5 people in attendance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 3 1/2 months pregnant, a junior in high school &amp; didn't have the time or money for a bigger wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got divorced and Curt and I started talking about a wedding I had the typical giddy "I get to have a giant wedding" thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see walking down the aisle of a church on my dad's arm in a big ballgown dress with a couple hundred of our closest people watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also see walking down an aisle made of maybe 50 or less of our closest people, in a nature center overlooking a lake and timber... Geese walkin around in the background and all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want. I don't know if I can make a big wedding happen. I don't know if I can make a little wedding happen. I suck at organization. I suck at planning things. Details aren't really my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 13 months to figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craaaaaaap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1194857732023078042?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1194857732023078042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1194857732023078042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1194857732023078042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1194857732023078042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/wedding-vs-wedding.html' title='A wedding vs a WEDDING'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-701395171920768174</id><published>2010-08-06T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:08:47.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The other one.</title><content type='html'>http://shrinkableme.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blog as I reach the unfat me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-701395171920768174?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/701395171920768174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=701395171920768174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/701395171920768174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/701395171920768174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-one.html' title='The other one.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5010206832050977574</id><published>2010-08-06T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:06:30.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day closer</title><content type='html'>It is one day closer to me going back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreading it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave my baby. I don't remember it being this hard to leave the boys when I went to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is because I know it is about 99% sure that Emmy is my last baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss anything. I love rocking her to sleep at night... Watching her stare at me as her eyes get heavier and she slowly drifts off to baby-dream land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was anyway I could just quit and stay home I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. Plus - with Hunter being in school full time this year &amp; the way our custody schedule is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only going to see him mornings before school &amp; 2 nights a week every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing. He had better come visit me at work. A LOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5010206832050977574?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5010206832050977574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5010206832050977574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5010206832050977574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5010206832050977574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-day-closer.html' title='One day closer'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-349502115575120050</id><published>2010-07-28T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:52:17.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current cable provider is HORRIBLE, I can watch tv total of about 2 hours a day, never the SAME two hours in the day - without the cable going out and having all of our 400+ including movie channels not working. There is a nice little note on the channels that says "This channel will be available shortly". So far shortly is STILL going and we are at a hefty 3 1/2 weeks. So we called a different provider, got a great dealk (We thought) so they came today to hook it up. Mr. Hookupman is gone... and I still have our original shitty provider. We ordered one package, they wrote us down for a different and told me that it'd be an additional $99 up front and $10/month to get what we had originally ordered. I told Mr. Hookupman that we'd reschedule for a time that Curt would be home. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that was at my house this weekend was SO kind to reset our thermostat to 75 degrees. Our house is NOT to get warmer than 71. It is actually supposed to stay around 65. DOCTORS ORDERS. You ask doctors orders? YES. Because the warmer it is in the house, the HIGHER chance my newborn daughter has at losing her life to SIDS. I'm sorry if your chilly in my house. Get over it. It is MY house. NOT YOURS. If you don't like it, don't come here. I'd rather have my daughter living than you happy and warm. Buy a sweatshirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell phone... My life, my love, my "lovie"... is dead... My charger? Gone. Not in my house. I can't find the damn thing. Curt's charger? The fire department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout all this crap-hole of a day, I can't call my fiance because he is in training from 8-5. He gets like 45 second breaks so he asks whats going on, I get 7 words into the story and he is telling me he has to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text him to tell him my phone was dead and to call the house if he needed anything. The neighbor comes over "Uh, Curt just called and said your router is unplugged or something, he can't call the house phone and you are supposed to call him." From WHAT!? MY SHOE PHONE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT ISN'T EVEN NOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-349502115575120050?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/349502115575120050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=349502115575120050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/349502115575120050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/349502115575120050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7058741349149372301</id><published>2010-07-18T21:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:31:51.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My littlest best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4HSP8fOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IeFRA6_Ty5M/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4HSP8fOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IeFRA6_Ty5M/s320/119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438405619449058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4Gt6hNSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VRe8JVKXRYI/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4Gt6hNSI/AAAAAAAAAhI/VRe8JVKXRYI/s320/060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438395865904418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4F5Jj8YI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SqufsD1A3x8/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4F5Jj8YI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SqufsD1A3x8/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495438381701919106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7058741349149372301?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7058741349149372301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7058741349149372301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7058741349149372301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7058741349149372301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-littlest-best-friend.html' title='My littlest best friend'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TEO4HSP8fOI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IeFRA6_Ty5M/s72-c/119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5406437220802909604</id><published>2010-07-12T16:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:18:20.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a whirlwind of a few weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name change - of me and the blog... The day before Emily arrived, my divorce was finalized... FINALLY... Back to my maiden name for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th, the boys had to go to urgent care... Both had strep throat and Ian had an ear infection... Now Hunter has an ear infection... It was a long 4 days while they were on their meds - they couldn't hold, kiss or even touch their new baby sister... It was so hard to watch them just stare at her. They blew her hundreds of hugs and kisses! They got their baby privilages back on Thursday so they were in Heaven holding her and loving on her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Grundy Center to watch the parade &amp; go to my class reunion for awhile... Then down to a friends house for a bbq &amp; fireworks... Had a great time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt had his first day back at work yesterday after another week vacation... It is so hard and different! Out of 28 days, he worked 2... I got used to having him home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So since he is out working on a boat and the munchkin is sleeping in her seat... I'm going to try to get some cleaning done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5406437220802909604?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5406437220802909604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5406437220802909604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5406437220802909604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5406437220802909604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/07/whew.html' title='WHEW!!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7736705120299353446</id><published>2010-06-27T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:36:30.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6.27.07 Happy Birthday Punkin!</title><content type='html'>Happy 3rd Birthday to my little man Ian Tucker!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago my last baby came to me... Has it really been 3 years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgKSot_dKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Go_VkJYFDQo/s1600/ian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgKSot_dKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Go_VkJYFDQo/s320/ian3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487647461235192994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgKSDcGbSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vq8xvGJqTOA/s1600/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgKSDcGbSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/vq8xvGJqTOA/s320/144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487647451228040482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7736705120299353446?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7736705120299353446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7736705120299353446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7736705120299353446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7736705120299353446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/62707-happy-birthday-punkin.html' title='6.27.07 Happy Birthday Punkin!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgKSot_dKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Go_VkJYFDQo/s72-c/ian3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1071956545375322822</id><published>2010-06-27T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:37:00.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Allison 6.25.10</title><content type='html'>She is perfect =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 pounds 8.4 ounces 21 1/4 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took awhile for her to make an appearance, 12 1/2 hours actually... But once I started pushing she decided that she wanted out NOW. The nurses told me to stop pushing so they could get the doctor... I quit pushing and was watching the nurses get things ready &amp; started to feel munchkin moving, and the nurse turned around and FREAKED. After 8 minutes of pushing, a flurry of WONDERFUL &amp; AWESOME nurses and the doctor making it just in time to finish delivering her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgIVTwFskI/AAAAAAAAAgg/f-Hq5DjMKL8/s1600/DSCN0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgIVTwFskI/AAAAAAAAAgg/f-Hq5DjMKL8/s320/DSCN0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487645308123198018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgIUv19D1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6laachHOpDs/s1600/DSCN0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgIUv19D1I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6laachHOpDs/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487645298484121426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1071956545375322822?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1071956545375322822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1071956545375322822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1071956545375322822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1071956545375322822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/emily-allison.html' title='Emily Allison 6.25.10'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TCgIVTwFskI/AAAAAAAAAgg/f-Hq5DjMKL8/s72-c/DSCN0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-792473295684901076</id><published>2010-06-24T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:20:36.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be baby day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to her lack of enthusiasm to come out on her own, the doctor scheduled an induction... I'm so excited to meet her &amp; have the boys meet her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-792473295684901076?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/792473295684901076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=792473295684901076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/792473295684901076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/792473295684901076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5991437248668083193</id><published>2010-06-15T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:31:49.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ending...</title><content type='html'>38 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and get here soon baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5991437248668083193?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5991437248668083193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5991437248668083193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5991437248668083193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5991437248668083193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-ending.html' title='Never ending...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-688571395621324022</id><published>2010-06-05T17:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:21:29.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief is in sight...</title><content type='html'>Dilated to 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says that we will possibly have an appointment next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any. Day. Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully sooner than later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-688571395621324022?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/688571395621324022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=688571395621324022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/688571395621324022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/688571395621324022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/relief-is-in-sight.html' title='Relief is in sight...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1985902991542541333</id><published>2010-06-01T16:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:15:10.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>My iPod sits on shuffle, no particular playlist, just going through all the songs on there... It is amazing how many of things songs relate to life, my life, our life... make memories rush back... For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda Lambert - The House That Built me:&lt;br /&gt;    This song makes me want to desperately visit my childhood home... I want to sit in the tiny room that was mine when I was in elementary. Sit in the bigger room that overlooks the yard. Wander through the rooms. But I'm scared to. Scared it wont be the same. Wont smell the same. That I'll be devastated and disappointed that all those things that made it OUR HOUSE are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ting Tings - Thats Not My Name:&lt;br /&gt;    This song just makes me laugh. Watching Curt 'sing' it for the first time, with a little dance... I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara - Oh&lt;br /&gt;    Little to no words... Just memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqua - Barbie Girl&lt;br /&gt;    Driving the 30 miles to take Hunter to school when the boys started singing this and LAUGHING hysterically! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The University of Iowa Marching Band - Iowa Fight Song&lt;br /&gt;    Going to the Iowa game at Kinnick with Curt, Chris &amp; Sam last year... Hot. But FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludwig van Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata&lt;br /&gt;    Going through a time period in my teenage years, couldn't sleep. Would put this song on repeat, listen to it about 8 times and sleep. It would still be playing when I woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinedown - 45&lt;br /&gt;    Learning to play this on guitar. Harder than it looks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash - Jackson&lt;br /&gt;    I love this song. Singing it in the truck a few months ago and Curt entered his own lyrics... I couldn't stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just a couple out of a couple thousand. I love music. I love coming across a song I haven't heard in awhile, having a memory resurface and smiling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1985902991542541333?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1985902991542541333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1985902991542541333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1985902991542541333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1985902991542541333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7402544244351381709</id><published>2010-05-31T18:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:20:08.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble</title><content type='html'>Oh the joys of being pregnant in the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swollen feet? Huge. Epic. Double some days triple their original size.&lt;br /&gt;Contractions? Jaw dropping, knee shaking, can't talk or breathe intense. &lt;br /&gt;Bathroom? My best friend. I watch my shower curtain more than my t.v. these days. &lt;br /&gt;Sleep? Wonderful once I arrange my 5 pillows, 2 blankets, dog &amp; wonderful fiance! =)&lt;br /&gt;Pressure? Some days it feels like she is already half way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-ish weeks until she gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt finished painting her room this morning... We went and got the chair rail so all he has left is get that up &amp; put her crib together, then her name letters up and everything is done! Her clothes are washed... Her bag is packed... Bottles have been cleaned and disinfected... I'm ready now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out on the boat today... Oh so gorgeous!! Hit a underwater stump with the motor, no damage, just made me jump!! Looks like I got a little too much sun... Oh well! Just as well add sunburn to the preggo list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to start making the list for stuff to take to the hospital!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7402544244351381709?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7402544244351381709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7402544244351381709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7402544244351381709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7402544244351381709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/05/ramble.html' title='Ramble'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7622953420276271645</id><published>2010-05-25T01:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:14:16.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know you... Yet I do</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how we get the places we do on the internet... Get bored one day, search blogs... Roam through peoples posts, go to their links, come across other blogs... Laugh... Learn... Follow blogs of people that you don't even know for whatever reason that suits you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow a few different blogs, and through these I feel like I know these people. I feel like I struggle when they do, I laugh when they laugh and when something devestating happens, I cry too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the ones I follow have something to do with firefighting... I'm new to this life and love learning everything I can. To help educate me and to help me though this life I have as a fire fighters (soon to be) wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood the "brotherhood". I never understood the connection that the wives have. I do now. And I don't even know these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to the family of one of the blogs I follow, I read this evening on their blog that their baby passed away in his sleep a short week ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and I cried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post was short and simple, but full of emotion... My heart hurts for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7622953420276271645?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7622953420276271645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7622953420276271645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7622953420276271645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7622953420276271645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-know-you-yet-i-do.html' title='I don&apos;t know you... Yet I do'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-9143386645548683636</id><published>2010-05-11T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:01:06.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the wire... Almost...</title><content type='html'>7 more weeks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 days until my daughter arrives. Daughter. Never thought I'd have one of those. I honestly didn't think I'd ever have anymore kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so much different. I'm used to baby boys. I've had 2 of them. I know how they work. I know what makes them tick. A girl? No idea. I'm kinda lost on this one. But its okay, because I know how to take care of a baby &amp; raise a child... But Curt and I can figure out the whole how to raise a GIRL together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like she knows I'm talking about her. Must be wakie time... Nice shoulder to my hips... Knee to my belly button... She sure is a restless baby!! She loves when Curt talks to her... She just rolls and flips and gives him "kisses" he says. Sure as hell feels like a kick to me!! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bedroom is half done, Curt has to paint the other half of the room before I can get in there and get stuff organized. I can't wait to see her in it! There is so much pink in there its hilarious. Curt asked me what I'm going to do if she doesn't like pink. I told him she doesn't really have a choice until she is old enough to talk. She is stuck in pink dresses and purple outfits with bows in her hair until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-9143386645548683636?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/9143386645548683636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=9143386645548683636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/9143386645548683636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/9143386645548683636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-to-wire-almost.html' title='Down to the wire... Almost...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3679696386000677941</id><published>2010-03-18T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:08:05.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reply to anonymous comment</title><content type='html'>I would just like to reply to the "anonymous" person who tried to post a comment on Jess' and my blog...If you don't like how our family is, either deal with how things are or don't look at this page.  It's not meant to be seen by you or any other people who are just going to try to put neagativity and resentment into our lives.  We, and the boys, are very happy and content with life as it is.  They have not been harmed or affected in any negative way from our side of the situation.  All four of us continue to lead very happy and eventful lives.  We know who you are thanks to the wonderful process of elimination and intuitive thinking.  Don't forget, everything can be traced on the internet by law enforcement from any state in the US, and we will file harassment charges if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to people who we actually care about their opinions of our lives...We got to see our new baby girl again today on an ultrasound.  I think she's going to look like her mom...which means trouble for me as a dad.  Also, we got her a new Hawkeye's outfit (thank God it's not Cyclones..  ;-) ...)  The ultrasound tech said that she's 1 lb 13oz and about 8in long.  She's growing and developing perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Jess and I are starting to come up with wedding ideas.  It's a little soon, but we're too excited to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to start learning how to post on here since I follow it too.  I'm sure Jess will update again soon also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3679696386000677941?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3679696386000677941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3679696386000677941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3679696386000677941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3679696386000677941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/03/reply-to-anonymous-comment.html' title='reply to anonymous comment'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-6039779014009758852</id><published>2010-03-13T14:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:23:50.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared.</title><content type='html'>Many people wonder what their breaking point is. A few think they've reached it. I am pretty sure I've body slammed mine a few times. I'm stressed. Plain and simple. Last year was a whirlwind. This year will be one too. So will next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the point to where my panic attacks are coming back... Two in the last month. I was doing good for awhile, I found my peace and didn't have any. At all. Nothing could break me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the stage of pregnancy I'm at. I can't get comfortable, I go to the bathroom every 45 minutes, it is hard to breathe, my feet swell up if I'm on them for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. That's all I'm saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is the impending custody battle. I wake up with dreams that the boys' dad has fabricated lists to try to get custody away from me. Dreams where he refuses to let me bring them home. Where I can't see them. Talk to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of taken a slight hiatus in wedding planning... I haven't stopped, I'm just taking a break. The wedding is also producing dreams. Guests don't show up. Cake delievered still in the pans. We can't find the church. I'm scared that I'm to unorganized to pull a wedding off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I left everything I knew, my home, my husband, my stuff... Took the kids and moved back in with my parents in hopes and in search of a new life. A happy life. A life where I'm not scared. Not afraid to go home. Not afraid to be me. I filed for divorce. I met someone, fell head over heels in love, we moved in together, and we found out that we are pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010... 3 months into this year... Curt proposed, we found out we are having a baby girl &amp; we are preparing for a custody battle that we will win. My boys will be with me. All of the time. No more having to live without them a week at a time. This year will bring a new life into ours... A new career change possibly... A new life for us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 will bring a wedding and all that entails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation. A nap. Time to fill out a really big calender and planner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that I'm nearing my breaking point. I'm scared of the panic attacks. I'm scared that no matter how many times I tell myself that it will be okay, nothing will go right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6039779014009758852?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6039779014009758852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6039779014009758852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6039779014009758852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6039779014009758852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/03/scared.html' title='Scared.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-6865650250363450557</id><published>2010-03-12T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:20:54.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructed...</title><content type='html'>I've been a little lacking on posts lately... I apologize... I'd love to say it is because I'm so busy... But although we've been on the go alot lately, I just get lazy. And tired. I sleep a lot. I can fall back asleep about an hour after I wake up. I slept until almost noon twice this week. L.A.Z.Y. I love being pregnant, but wow, she is wiping all of my energy out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly getting everything for her arrival... But I'm not feeling rushed on anything yet so I'll probably wait until the last minute for the majority!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past month or so Curt undertook a new project in the basement &amp; decided to do some remodeling. We now have a bar... Air hockey table... Recliner that I will never ever give away because it is so amazingly comfortable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great and growing like weeds... Hunter is nearing the end of his first year at school &amp; he loved it. He has learned so much! Ian is getting so big, I can't believe he will be 3 this year! He has really opened up and talks all the time, not that he was ever quiet before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are enjoying watching the snow melt &amp; getting so anxious to get outside! I'm ready to go out on the boat!! And just get some fresh air and feel some warmth! It was a cold winter!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well and hopefully I will remember to update this more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6865650250363450557?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6865650250363450557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6865650250363450557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6865650250363450557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6865650250363450557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/03/instructed.html' title='Instructed...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5240935621530765024</id><published>2010-01-27T17:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:41:00.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted to facebook. I love it. I love seeing what is on everyones mind. The jokes my prankster friends add. It makes it so much easier to keep in touch with everyone. I'll be the one constantly updating my facebook while in labor. Yeah. It is that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been really highly motivated to do anything lately. The boys are with their dad this week so the house is eerily quiet. Curt is at work today, so that makes it worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, sweep the floor. And move the baby clothes from one spot to another, they look better there. Until I can find a better spot. Or, until we actually clean her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter needs to be done. I'm tired of it. I hate being cold. I hate the bitter wind. I don't ever want to go outside when there is that white junk covering up my pretty green grass. I am craving fresh air. A warm breeze. The sun warming everything up. Blooming flowers. I want to be able to lay outside in shorts and a t shirt. Go out on the boat. Smell the fresh air through the open windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go bury my head in a pillow and dream about trees with green leaves... Grass with no snow... Sun.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5240935621530765024?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5240935621530765024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5240935621530765024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5240935621530765024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5240935621530765024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/01/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7244039587418506046</id><published>2010-01-13T20:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:58:46.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the baby is...?</title><content type='html'>Got to see our baby today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is perfectly healthy and doing great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The once again moved our due date... Back to July...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a girl!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7244039587418506046?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7244039587418506046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7244039587418506046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7244039587418506046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7244039587418506046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-baby-is.html' title='And the baby is...?'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7377824045898251118</id><published>2010-01-07T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:53:05.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really!?</title><content type='html'>I am not a big fan of snow. Unless its less than an inch, I hate it. Well yesterday it snowed. And snowed. And snowed. Today? It is supposed to snow. 10 inches by the time its all said and done. Not as bad as the 17 we had during the last big storm. That is what I get for living in Iowa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be doctors appointment day, complete with ultrasound and finding out if it is baby Emily or baby Brendon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to happen. Next Wednesday is our re-schedule. I am pretty sure that the unborn is causing this. Everytime it has been something less than wonderful with weather. Am I having Captain Planet? Miss or Mr I Control the Elements? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does feel like this pregnancy is flying by. It helps that they moved my due date up a month! Hopefully June 12th is baby day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7377824045898251118?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7377824045898251118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7377824045898251118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7377824045898251118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7377824045898251118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2010/01/really.html' title='Really!?'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2445159918837542567</id><published>2009-12-25T14:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:58:20.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today is Christmas. Merry Christmas to all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at home, the sound of the dishwasher and the oven timer in the background. No pitter patter of little feet. No pitter patter of big feet. Curt is at work. The boys are spending their first Christmas away from me, with their dad. We woke them up super early, 5:30 am to be exact, so Curt could be here to see them open their Santa presents. They loved it. It was bittersweet for me. I loved watching their eyes light up when they opened the gifts. Yet I dreaded the clock ticking closer to drop off time. I managed not to cry yet today, I think I did enough of that last night. They are gone for over a week, so their gifts will all be taken out of the packages, assembled, put away and organized by the time they come back to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have spent the day with family, but with illness and the typical Iowa weather, and my weird need to be alone if I can't have my 3 guys, I opted to stay home and bake cookies to take up to the station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already been up there once. I'm guessing this next trip won't be the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone, have safe holiday, drive carefully and enjoy the time you have with your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2445159918837542567?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2445159918837542567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2445159918837542567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2445159918837542567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2445159918837542567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4211928750506780257</id><published>2009-12-17T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:05:50.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it has been too long!</title><content type='html'>It has been far too long since I've posted anything... Sorry for all the neglect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going fairly well on all fronts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 weeks pregnant and counting... Nauseated all the time... Never want to eat... Already had to buy bigger pants. I am not excited about the last part. I hate buying bigger pants. Yes. I'm pregnant, I'm going to gain weight. I get it. Doesn't mean I have to like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing great... Hunter turned 5 this month - Yet another milestone that I wasn't ready for. He is so grown up it is amazing. Ian is causing trouble like always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first major snowfall... 15 inches in one shot. Ew. Have I mentioned I'm not a big snow fan? I live in Iowa. I could do without the snow. And the ice. Not a big fan of that either. Maybe I should sell it on ebay like that other guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hunting front... Curt got a new bow. I'm not quite as excited as he is, but its still fun. Gets him out of the house for awhile... Gets me some deer meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping crazy today... But I saved over $100! I love sales! Two new sweaters, 3 new books (two that I have wanted for over two years), new NIKEs which is always WONDERFUL, and an array of lotion because I never have enough. Please be kind enough to note the sarcasm dripping from the lotion comment. I love lotion. Body lotion, hand lotion, face lotion, foot lotion, belly lotion. Scented, unscented, any scents pretty much. I love lotion! Too bad I had to stick it ALL away until Christmas. SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter wants me to add that Curt is being silly right now. I think they are all being silly right now. They were watching a hunting movie, now they are all wrestling around and tickling each other. Curt is doing some evil laugh and they boys are giggling like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laying on the couch. I've gotten really good at that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to watch the crazy kids chase the crazy dog and tackle crazy Curt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4211928750506780257?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4211928750506780257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4211928750506780257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4211928750506780257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4211928750506780257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-it-has-been-too-long.html' title='Oh it has been too long!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8468122851281957045</id><published>2009-11-18T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:48:40.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick.</title><content type='html'>This baby is going to be a handful. He or she is going to give me a hard time and grey hairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I feel sick. Thankfully, I haven't gotten sick yet, but it is the constant state of wanting to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is sleep. I remember being tired, but this time around I don't want to get out of bed. I want to sleep for weeks. My bed is the most comfortable place in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I started to get dizzy. I didn't think a lot of it, just figured I was standing up too fast. I got to work and it got worse. My computer screen wouldn't stop moving. My boss and co worker ended up calling a paramedic in to take my blood pressure (which was pretty high) so I called Curt's dad to come get me since Curt was at work. Everything turned out to be fine, just trying to take it easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be nice when Curt is home more, it sounds like they only have a few more fields to go, so if the weather stays decent they could be done next week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to try and fold some laundry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8468122851281957045?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8468122851281957045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8468122851281957045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8468122851281957045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8468122851281957045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/ick.html' title='Ick.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3388000305430451297</id><published>2009-11-14T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:00:25.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it.</title><content type='html'>Curt is in the field today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I are at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why this is so hard for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3388000305430451297?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3388000305430451297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3388000305430451297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3388000305430451297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3388000305430451297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1538136335921650463</id><published>2009-11-10T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:14:50.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My day.</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for my kids. I don't know where I'd be without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I turn 23. It is just another day. Except when I woke up this morning there were already tears in my eyes. They've come frequently today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it hormones. Call it spending my day alone. Curt is at work. Hunter is at school. And Ian is sitting on the floor next to me barking. He is a puppy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, today was especially hard dropping Hunter off at school today. I didn't want him to go. He was so cute, he stood in front of the school as I drove around the little parking lot loop to leave, I look over and there he is, waving and blowing kisses. He doesn't care if his friends see him. He doesn't care if ANYONE sees him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, my puppy, is staying close to me today. Kisses on my cheek, kisses to the baby, calling me pretty princess and sharing his ambulances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone, I have my precious boys by my side. At lunch, we will head up to see Curt at the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is my birthday and I can do what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1538136335921650463?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1538136335921650463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1538136335921650463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1538136335921650463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1538136335921650463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-day.html' title='My day.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8338867206308271366</id><published>2009-11-09T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:51:49.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready</title><content type='html'>Curt talked to the farmer he works for today... They are starting corn this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works every 3rd day at the station, so his two days off in between will be filled with him being out in the field. Minus doctor appointment days for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to prepare myself for MONTHS... I knew it was coming, the rain kept pushing it back, but the inevitable is happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to not see him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8338867206308271366?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8338867206308271366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8338867206308271366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8338867206308271366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8338867206308271366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-ready.html' title='Not ready'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7752321902546686103</id><published>2009-11-05T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:43:32.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins...</title><content type='html'>And the pregnancy brain begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a REALLY hard time remembering pretty much ANYTHING while I am pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned Curt. I really did. Tiffany warned Curt. I think he thought we were joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to find a new home? The peanut butter. I was heading to the bathroom when I hear "And WHY is the peanut butter in the fridge!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I put it away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-7752321902546686103?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/7752321902546686103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=7752321902546686103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7752321902546686103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/7752321902546686103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-6660101140873063483</id><published>2009-11-04T09:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:26:15.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It will work... Right?</title><content type='html'>I'm about 5-6 weeks pregnant. With child number (gulp!) three. As I lay on the couch, resigned to the fact that I don't feel good (a cold, flu or something non pregnancy related) and watch my 2 year old eat Teddy Grahams while trying to keep the puppy at bay, I wonder "How the heck is this going to work?" I'm tired chasing after just 2 kids... Don't get me wrong, we are so excited to be pregnant... But 3 kids in 5 years. I need a nap. And I'm only 22. Well, 23 in less than a week but thats creeping a little too close to 25 for me. I should have more energy than this! Where is it going?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby. I'm convinced it is a girl already. Mainly due to the fact that she is stealing all my energy and brain cells JUST to get attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it is a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two boys. I haven't been around little girls much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love a girl. The boys want a baby sister. I think Curt would love a daughter... She would have him wrapped around her finger in no time. Like, the second the ultrasound tech says "It's a girl!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I will be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it WOULD be nice to have another girl in this house!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 5 year old, a 3 year old and a newborn. It will work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm think I'm going to go take that nap now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-6660101140873063483?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/6660101140873063483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=6660101140873063483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6660101140873063483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/6660101140873063483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-will-work-right.html' title='It will work... Right?'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2042494650306153703</id><published>2009-10-28T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:44:10.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big news...</title><content type='html'>Found out this week we are expecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New baby will be arriving in July!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2042494650306153703?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2042494650306153703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2042494650306153703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2042494650306153703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2042494650306153703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-news.html' title='Big news...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-1442528426087102364</id><published>2009-10-28T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:12:42.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off...</title><content type='html'>Nothing but rest and relaxation today... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt and I both have today off so we aren't doing a whole lot of anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to take a nap this morning, Curt went and got Hunter from school so I could sleep... How wonderful!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to go out to eat with Curt's parents, Dale and Judy and then spending the night just hanging out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1442528426087102364?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1442528426087102364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1442528426087102364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1442528426087102364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1442528426087102364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-off.html' title='A day off...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4083165397189388406</id><published>2009-10-25T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:39:55.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Somedays are better than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I love getting out of the house to go to work, not so much lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I would give anything to stay at home all day and all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am missing so much with the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to spend all day with them and I'm am grateful for every second, but I miss staying at home with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday it will be feasible. Right now it isn't really. I wish it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my guys. All three of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4083165397189388406?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4083165397189388406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4083165397189388406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4083165397189388406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4083165397189388406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8499021980683715111</id><published>2009-10-24T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:42:27.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>The boys are at my parents house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt is in bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too early to be up on a Saturday morning. I didn't sleep well last night, its hard to sleep when your stomach hurts and can't sleep comfortably, nausea is taking over my life right now &amp; my bed was empty because Curt was at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he is home and I haven't been in bed. Maybe I'll go try to pass out for a few hours and pray that whatever it is that I have, I don't share with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8499021980683715111?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8499021980683715111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8499021980683715111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8499021980683715111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8499021980683715111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-177239511247255687</id><published>2009-10-22T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:44:15.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, rain and laundry oh my!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone just stopped, looked around and really noticed the fall colors? Just amazing... I feel like I'm seeing them through new eyes this year. Everything seems brighter, bolder, perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of those cold rain fall days... It isn't raining hard, but hard enough to be a pain and cold enough for winter coats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is at school and Curt is hunting so Ian and I are hanging out this morning, trying to get laundry done before they go to Grandma and Papa's house tonight. Well, I'm trying to get laundry going and Ian is so enthralled with Diego right now I don't think a tornado, or even chocolate chip pancakes, could peel his eyeballs off the t.v. He doesn't get to watch cartoons much so he is enjoying this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a nice 4 day weekend for me, I wish I could make it last longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-177239511247255687?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/177239511247255687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=177239511247255687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/177239511247255687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/177239511247255687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-rain-and-laundry-oh-my.html' title='Fall, rain and laundry oh my!'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-677775920975428003</id><published>2009-10-19T09:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:30:24.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so my weekend begins...</title><content type='html'>Our schedules aren't like everyone else's. My weekend starts when everyone's week begins, or in the middle of it. Today is the start of a 4 day weekend for me but it is Monday, so we had to get up early and take Hunter to school, 20 miles away. We are home for not even 10 minutes when Curt walks up the stairs. His dad called him. Hunter's school is on lockdown. Not something a mom wants to hear... why on earth would they lock down my baby's school? I did what every self-respecting, concerned mother would do. I called the elementary. Mom's apparently get transferred... straight to the principal. (Can I just say it is REALLY weird talking to the principal as a MOM and not as the student who is trying to talk her way out of detention, suspension or whatever the punishment is that time around!) The principal informed me that the elementary is no longer on lockdown, the settlement school had a threat of a school shooting, so they locked everyone down as a precaution. Apparently all is better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. I'm not ready for him to be in school. 5 more years. Then I will let him start. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-677775920975428003?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/677775920975428003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=677775920975428003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/677775920975428003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/677775920975428003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-weekend-begins.html' title='And so my weekend begins...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4741639500238527221</id><published>2009-10-18T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:43:48.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Surprises</title><content type='html'>It is the little things he does that takes my breath away... Stops me in my tracks... Get a look on my face like "Are you serious!?"... The little things that lets me know he loves me and constantly reminds me why I fell in love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we decided to go get some warmer clothes so we stopped at the mall to see what we could find. I found some shirts for the boys (on sale, bonus!) and we were just walking the mall while I was talking to Tiffany on the phone. A few minutes later, Curt starts walking into a store, I tell Tiff "Um, I gotta call you back... Curt just walked into a jewelry store." When I caught up to him in the store, he asked what color I liked, I told him I liked a light pink and pointed at something to show him what I meant. He double checked, "You like that one?" Yes I say to him... He then asked the jeweler if he could see it closer. "You like it then?" "Yes honey, I do" and I kind of sigh and walk away... I don't like to be teased. I was turned around and starting to herd the kids out when I hear him say to the lady, "Okay, we will take it". My head whipped around so fast! I think it caught the jeweler by surprise too because she was starting to put it away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half hour later I had a gorgeous necklace on thanks to my honey!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SO IN LOVE!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-4741639500238527221?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/4741639500238527221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=4741639500238527221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4741639500238527221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/4741639500238527221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-surprises.html' title='Little Surprises'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8543534446603440172</id><published>2009-10-18T16:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:40:56.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice day... And a Hunter-ism</title><content type='html'>This morning, Curt got home from the station and due to the lack of children, he got to hop into bed for awhile! It was nice to not have to be up right away to go get them or have them come wake us up! (Well, wake Curt up. They don't come to my side of the bed anymore for some reason, unless he is gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got to sleep for awhile, he went out and peeled the old stickers off the boat so he can get it painted. Hopefully maybe get it painted tonight... Or tomorrow! It will be nice to see how it turns out when everything is done on it and the blind is finished! It is going to be a CUSHY hunting boat! Damn thing will even have a stove! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the afternoon at Dale &amp; Judy's, and had lunch with Dale, Judy, Chris (Curt's brother) and Chris' girlfriend Sam. We don't get to see Chris and Sam very often so it was nice to spend some time with them and watch the boys get to know them better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to Curt, he is out hunting right now while the kids are at Grandma Judy &amp; Grandpa Dale's house. He shot some ducks &amp; got his limit, now they are waiting for the geese to come in!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Hunter was walking down the stairs to the toy room, and was talking to himself... All I hear is "One small step for ham... One big step for kids" I'm going to go ahead and guess it was supposed to be man... but hey, if he wants to go ahead and start taking steps on behalf of ham &amp; ham rights... I guess go right ahead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of a 4 day weekend for me &amp; today was the start of Curt's 5 day weekend... 4 days of quality time! I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8543534446603440172?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8543534446603440172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8543534446603440172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8543534446603440172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8543534446603440172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-nice-day-and-hunter-ism.html' title='What a nice day... And a Hunter-ism'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-9167208049176405548</id><published>2009-10-17T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:45:12.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week Ahead</title><content type='html'>The weekend isn't over, and I'm already thinking about the massive amount of stuff we have to do this week... I'm up for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday &amp; Thursday off this week so I can go to training on Tuesday. That means the boys get to spend some time with Grandma Judy and Grandpa Dale Monday and Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, Curt and I are going to Ames for a concert... Daughtry, Theory of a Deadman and Cavo... So the boys get to spend a couple nights at Grandma Vicky &amp; Papa Ken's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Curt and I both have to work... Since boys will still be at Mom &amp; Dad's house, HOPEFULLY I can get a bunch of cleaning done. Who knows, maybe even get ome stuff seperated for spring garage sale &amp; a dump trip! (Wishful thinking on my part...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday grab the kids, I wanted to go to the craft show at the UNI dome, but I don't know if we will have enough time, I hope we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...? RELAXING... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is off to run to the store quick, grab some lunch and then up to the fire department to see Curt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-9167208049176405548?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/9167208049176405548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=9167208049176405548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/9167208049176405548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/9167208049176405548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-week-ahead.html' title='Busy Week Ahead'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-2097409463025096560</id><published>2009-10-14T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:22:41.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet day</title><content type='html'>It has been a quiet day, we didn't do a whole lot of anything, Curt is working today so the boys and I have been just hanging out and relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter had his school pictures today and he said that he smiled "big and good" so I can't wait to see them! I still can't believe he is old enough for school! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baking craving lately, so tonight after the kids are tucked in, chocolate cupcakes and a homemade apple pie are getting made... Mmm I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow after school I think we are taking a trip to Cedar Rapids or Des Moines to either look at stuff or get stuff to finish the new boat, which will be nice. I miss the little roadtrips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-2097409463025096560?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/2097409463025096560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=2097409463025096560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2097409463025096560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/2097409463025096560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/quiet-day.html' title='Quiet day'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8816622053449232381</id><published>2009-10-10T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:41:58.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An inside day...</title><content type='html'>Good Morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first illness of the year, Hunter decided to come down with the flu bug. He is feeling better today thank goodness. The poor little guy looked so pathetic last night and of course Ian didn't know what to think! He was mad because he couldn't come into the bathroom too &amp; was a little lost that Bobo couldn't play with him!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a busy day inside if I can get motivated... It looks too cold outside to go do anything, so it will be a laundry and cleaning kind of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt is at work until tonight, then in for his regular 24 hour shift tomorrow so the boys are getting shipped up to Grandma and Papa's house for a few hours! They can't wait!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to tackle the laundry monster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8816622053449232381?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8816622053449232381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8816622053449232381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8816622053449232381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8816622053449232381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/inside-day.html' title='An inside day...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-7048662323162388092</id><published>2009-10-09T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:47:43.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/Ss_ZgInv9RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/3FiAzewDNC4/s1600-h/SDC10522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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We spent some time living in Grundy Center (Thanks again Mom, Dad &amp; Grandma) and have since moved to Marshalltown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new relationship has started, I starting seeing a wonderful guy by the name of Curt. He and I have been friends for awhile, we used to work together a few years ago &amp; have re-connected. He works as a full time fire fighter/EMT with the Marshalltown Fire Department, which allows him to be home quite often. The boys absolutely adore him and they all get along great!! I'll probably let him take over a post so he can tell you more about himself... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a whirlwind summer for all of us and we have gone through some much needed changes, but everything has turned out for the better and we are all doing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will follow along and enjoy life with us on our journey as a new family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-1676986060118490111?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/1676986060118490111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=1676986060118490111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1676986060118490111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/1676986060118490111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-4556232340726104698</id><published>2009-02-24T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:30:25.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica skiing down the mountain... 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Watch closely'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-3155199115362962163</id><published>2009-02-06T19:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:29:14.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>The picture where you can see the house - the car was parked right next to the snow that is next to the house - right in front of the front door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuzPcYsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8gR-K0NEtQk/s1600-h/outside+of+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuzPcYsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8gR-K0NEtQk/s320/outside+of+car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299861254676701890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzju0Xv8cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OCRX-_2_BpY/s1600-h/car+to+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzju0Xv8cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OCRX-_2_BpY/s320/car+to+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299861254979973570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuV9nCPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qGwEu5m9K0g/s1600-h/back+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuV9nCPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/qGwEu5m9K0g/s320/back+interior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299861246817274098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjudMrQoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/c6ETATGgWjM/s1600-h/front+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjudMrQoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/c6ETATGgWjM/s320/front+interior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299861248759513730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuAqBIpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tKSJ_O31Ie4/s1600-h/firemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuAqBIpI/AAAAAAAAAV0/tKSJ_O31Ie4/s320/firemen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299861241097953938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-3155199115362962163?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/3155199115362962163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=3155199115362962163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3155199115362962163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/3155199115362962163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzjuzPcYsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8gR-K0NEtQk/s72-c/outside+of+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-8425992925406238809</id><published>2009-02-06T19:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:32:39.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here is the rundown... I get home from work, think I hear a car door - look outside nothing. Hear it again, still nothing. I hear a funny sound like a rotor - look at my car (which is parked in front of the front door, right next to the house), brake lights are flashing. First thought through my head was did I forget to turn my car off?? See smoke and flame, go into the bedroom. Here is the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Chad. Chad. CHAD. HONEY. WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;Chad - Mumbles&lt;br /&gt;Me - I think there is something wrong with my car.&lt;br /&gt;Chad - Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me - Because it is on fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when Chad jumps out of bed and runs out to look at it. Should I call the fire department I say - He says no, he can handle it. I get the fire extinguisher - that doesn't work so I call 911 (a.k.a. MY WORK). After that frantic phone call, Chad and I try pushing the car away from the house. Try putting it in gear then pushing it away from the house. Chad gets the skidloader and SHOVES it away from the house. We go inside - tires start to blow - we get behind a wall. And wait. And wait. And Wait. FINALLY fire trucks come rolling in and eventually get the fire put out. From the time I called 911 to the time the fire department went on scene - 9 minutes. Not bad for it being 12:45 am and living 6 miles outside of town. And remember, this was a volunteer fire department - they had to wake up, get out of their house, go to the station, put their turnout gear on, and drive to my house. THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fuzzy picture at the bottom - Chad was in the process of moving it&lt;br /&gt;The top picture - above the date is my rear drivers side tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCrfV2qI/AAAAAAAAAVs/j6UbhiImobM/s1600-h/fire+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCrfV2qI/AAAAAAAAAVs/j6UbhiImobM/s320/fire+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858297658399394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCmQo9UI/AAAAAAAAAVk/l5a51GwTbfM/s1600-h/fire+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCmQo9UI/AAAAAAAAAVk/l5a51GwTbfM/s320/fire+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858296254559554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCQBH1FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ckiRkMctx3s/s1600-h/fire+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCQBH1FI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ckiRkMctx3s/s320/fire+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858290283893842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhB1nMGOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TQrl2-6j6XI/s1600-h/fire+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhB1nMGOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TQrl2-6j6XI/s320/fire+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858283195799778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhBvFZnPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xiVOQGt6cJA/s1600-h/fire+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhBvFZnPI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xiVOQGt6cJA/s320/fire+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299858281443466482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-8425992925406238809?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/8425992925406238809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=8425992925406238809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8425992925406238809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/8425992925406238809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2009/02/fire-pictures.html' title='Fire Pictures'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/SYzhCrfV2qI/AAAAAAAAAVs/j6UbhiImobM/s72-c/fire+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7701556939476611656.post-5819207509565245972</id><published>2008-12-23T19:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:16:52.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispatcher...</title><content type='html'>Got this from one of our deputies... I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign some of us have been dispatching too long:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-You answer your home phone "9-1-1, what is your emergency?" &lt;br /&gt;-You spend more on fast food than utilities. &lt;br /&gt;-You see nothing wrong with eating a Taco Bell Grande Meal or pizza at 3 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;-Adult emergency personnel, not related to you, refer to you as mother/father. &lt;br /&gt;-You consider coffee an indispensable work tool. &lt;br /&gt;-You answer your home phone "dispatch". &lt;br /&gt;-You answer dispatch phone "hell" instead of "hello". &lt;br /&gt;-The only thing that gets your adrenaline going is the walk to and from your car. &lt;br /&gt;-You find humor in other people's misery. &lt;br /&gt;-You're only happy if you have something to complain about. &lt;br /&gt;-You consider patience a weakness, not a virtue. &lt;br /&gt;-Your idea of a good night involves someone getting shot, chased or dismembered. &lt;br /&gt;-You have forgotten what it is like to actually eat a warm meal. &lt;br /&gt;-You think it's funny when a would-be suicide gets bored waiting for the gas from the stove to do it's thing and lights a cigarette to pass the time resulting in an explosion that leaves her neighbors homeless but she still survives. &lt;br /&gt;-You truly believe stupidity should be painful. &lt;br /&gt;-If an officer screams over the radio that a nuclear bomb has just detonated, you'd just ask the "20" of the mushroom cloud and assign it an eight digit case number. &lt;br /&gt;-Dinner consist of a 2 liter bottle of soda and whatever you can scrounge out of the vending machine. &lt;br /&gt;-Antacid tablets, or better known as dispatcher candy, become your regular dessert. &lt;br /&gt;-You read newspaper accounts of a major incident that occurred during your shift and can point out all the incorrect information...and then laugh about it. &lt;br /&gt;-Family members comment about how nice you "used" to be before you started this job. &lt;br /&gt;-You believe in aerial spraying of Prozac and/or birth control over certain parts of your city. &lt;br /&gt;-You have no idea what a holiday is, other than it's the day when everyone gets drunk and beats up their family members. &lt;br /&gt;-You can carry on more than 4 conversations simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;-You have the bladder capacity of a tanker truck or of a small third world army. &lt;br /&gt;-You can resume a conversation with coworkers 4 hours later, in mid-sentence and everyone knows what you are talking about. &lt;br /&gt;-You have a long term telephonic relationship with one or more paranoid schizophrenic PTSD suffering relatives of a public official. &lt;br /&gt;-You get impatient listening to people relate a story - You want "just the facts". &lt;br /&gt;-You believe 90% of people can't look up a telephone number. &lt;br /&gt;-You get easily bored with happy, content people. &lt;br /&gt;-You have perfected the phrase "I pay taxes, too". &lt;br /&gt;-You have perfected some witty response to the comment, "I pay your salary!" &lt;br /&gt;-You can talk on the phone, listen to the radio and type request into the computer at the same time without missing anything. &lt;br /&gt;-You think it is funny when a "regular client" kills himself while breaking into a business. &lt;br /&gt;-You can give directions to any location in your city off the top of your head. &lt;br /&gt;-You can relate a 10 minute story over a 2 hour time period, after many interruptions, without losing your place. &lt;br /&gt;-You refuse to allow anyone to say "have a quiet shift". &lt;br /&gt;-You believe that the statement, "It sure is quiet!" will bring down the wrath of god upon you. &lt;br /&gt;-Your friends and neighbors call for legal advice. &lt;br /&gt;-You can give anyone the exact address of every bar in your jurisdiction. &lt;br /&gt;-You question the motives of anyone who makes an effort to get to know you after they learn your profession. &lt;br /&gt;-You know the phone number of every restaurant or business that delivers food, specially late at night. &lt;br /&gt;-You spell everything phonetically. &lt;br /&gt;-You can only tell time on a 24 hour clock. &lt;br /&gt;-You acknowledge your friends and families remarks with the time. &lt;br /&gt;-You have spent time explaning to officers, firefighters or EMTs the difference between a dispatcher and a personal assistant. &lt;br /&gt;-You live in fear of a full moon. &lt;br /&gt;-You are on a first name basis with every crazy lunatic in your jurisdiction. &lt;br /&gt;-You find no comfort in knowing that the equipment that you depend on to do your job and protect others was purchased at the lowest bid possible. &lt;br /&gt;-You respond faster to the name "RADIO" or "CENTRAL" than you do to your own name. &lt;br /&gt;-You find yourself talking to family and friends in codes. &lt;br /&gt;-You have a tendency to giggle at your friends "big" problems. &lt;br /&gt;-You respond 10-4 when told to please pull around to the first window at a fast food restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;-You tell cops where to go without fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7701556939476611656-5819207509565245972?l=postelandcecak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/feeds/5819207509565245972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7701556939476611656&amp;postID=5819207509565245972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5819207509565245972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7701556939476611656/posts/default/5819207509565245972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postelandcecak.blogspot.com/2008/12/dispatcher.html' title='Dispatcher...'/><author><name>Jessica, Curt, Hunter, Ian and Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381792819724670666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nh-yB8PtXyk/TR1b2qnS_ZI/AAAAAAAAAlI/m9tjLrm07KA/S220/015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
