<?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-6121239719805128779</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:51:05.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><subtitle type='html'>Forever Young</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2261140927948034810</id><published>2010-10-11T14:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:57:32.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>...I wish I could blog, go for a run and cook dinner each night, all at the same time, all while enjoying precious time with&amp;nbsp;my little munchkin, from&amp;nbsp;whom I have been away from all day at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to need more stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in all seriousness, I really do intend to pick up blogging again.&amp;nbsp; Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TLNmTDdlSeI/AAAAAAAABpU/oix7smyKXV8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TLNmTDdlSeI/AAAAAAAABpU/oix7smyKXV8/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and I also wish for a pure and innocent joy as infectious as this little guy's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2261140927948034810?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2261140927948034810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2261140927948034810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2261140927948034810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2261140927948034810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-you-wish-upon-star.html' title='When you wish upon a star'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TLNmTDdlSeI/AAAAAAAABpU/oix7smyKXV8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7994978200046858956</id><published>2010-08-01T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:53:48.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday soon…</title><content type='html'>Someday soon….I will catch up on the ‘ole blog.&amp;nbsp; But for now you’ll have to see pics on Facebook, as I only have time..ehh…the energy…to post to one social media outlet these days.&lt;br /&gt;But, let me leave you with a snapshot that makes me grin from ear to ear. &lt;br /&gt;I like to think his little brain was thinking…“WoooHooo mama!&amp;nbsp; This swing is a rockinnnn’!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TFYyeez6qrI/AAAAAAAABn8/3sLA4tBaTQI/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="005" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TFYye9Dy9oI/AAAAAAAABoA/B1cq-5jyR18/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="005" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rock on little buddy, rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7994978200046858956?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7994978200046858956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7994978200046858956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7994978200046858956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7994978200046858956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/08/someday-soon.html' title='Someday soon…'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TFYye9Dy9oI/AAAAAAAABoA/B1cq-5jyR18/s72-c/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-962503661941988650</id><published>2010-07-21T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:58:38.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The picture chair debut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yay!!! I am so excited to begin the monthly picture chair posts!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Below is Walker at “zero” months….which was actually taken at 10 days old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I cannot wait to see how this little guy grows month by month - from a squished up newborn whose head I can hardly keep propped up long enough to snap a photo into a hard to tame, can’t keep him in the chair for a mere 10 seconds infant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy “0” Months!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEcLG2GeXAI/AAAAAAAABn0/DuPbCBW-Bt4/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="007" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEcLHSJlCkI/AAAAAAAABn4/4gfi-j2y7lA/007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We love you little peanut!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-962503661941988650?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/962503661941988650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=962503661941988650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/962503661941988650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/962503661941988650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/07/picture-chair-debut.html' title='The picture chair debut!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEcLHSJlCkI/AAAAAAAABn4/4gfi-j2y7lA/s72-c/007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8757553442391052261</id><published>2010-07-18T10:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T10:06:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Good grief the time is flying by!&amp;#160; Walker is 11 days old today and I can hardly believe it.&amp;#160; All you mamas out there have always said that, and now&amp;#160; I totally get what&amp;#160; you mean.&amp;#160; The time flies…almost too fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We are getting more and more into a “routine” if that is even possible with such a young little one.&amp;#160; Jordan was still home with us this week, which was such a special thing.&amp;#160; Learning this whole family thing side by side sure does make it seem less daunting.&amp;#160; I was spoiled having a FULL week with him home.&amp;#160; Other than vacations, I don’t know of a time in our entire 8 years together that we have ever had this much time together.&amp;#160; Truly a treat!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Walker is such a good eater and I hope he continues this trend because it is really making his sleep pattern more than bearable.&amp;#160; He usually can make it 3 hours on average in between feeds.&amp;#160; Sometimes he only goes 2.5 hours and other times we get nearly 4.5 hours between (which is rare, but does happen, Yay!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We took him to the Pedi on Monday for his infant follow-up and he was already back up to his birth weight – 7.4 – which gave us the green light to let him sleep as long as he will and not wake him for feeds.&amp;#160; We were thrilled with his progress!&amp;#160; He also grew a 1/4 inch in length.&amp;#160; I have a feeling this little dude is going to grow like a weed!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tuesday was a fun day I have imagined and looked forward to for months!&amp;#160; Summer, with &lt;a href="http://summerphotography.com/"&gt;Summer Photography&lt;/a&gt;, came over to take W’s newborn photos.&amp;#160; We had the best time and he was such a milk drunk little trooper.&amp;#160; I cannot wait to see the images Summer captured!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On a funny note, we had Walker diaper-less for well over an hour for some of the photos and he was fine -no accidents.&amp;#160; Then, as we were wrapping things up (too bad we weren’t wrapping Walker up), Jordan was holding our diaper-less dude in his lap and all of the sudden there came a rumble and wham!&amp;#160; Mustard seed explosion ALL over Jordan, his jeans, our carpet, etc…so much so that it soaked through Jordan’s jeans onto his boxers.&amp;#160; And as we were cleaning the mess, Walker decided to further treat Daddy with a geyser of tee tee all up Daddy’s nice, white shirt.&amp;#160; It. Was.Hysterical.&amp;#160; Needless to say, it was a fun and memorable morning, in more ways than one :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This week we also had our first bath….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYQHTCjBI/AAAAAAAABnA/-wB6lMyHZi0/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYQ73z9fI/AAAAAAAABnE/VmwM1unci7Q/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sorry bud, next time Mom will do better and cover you up better for the photos.&amp;#160; I’m still learning :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The rest of the week was filled with sweet friends and family popping in for visits, which has been so fun!&amp;#160; Walker is still so teeny and sleepy and cuddly.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just love this sweet lil dude!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYSIDl4hI/AAAAAAAABnI/xERVj9tpF2k/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYT3vJ3CI/AAAAAAAABnM/5viFCGeIPso/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…and so does Sophie!&amp;#160; She is doing so great and really adjusting to Walker.&amp;#160; She’s super curious but also growing particularly protective. When visitors come over and are holding him, she goes a bit nuts.&amp;#160; A tad annoying but more so sweet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYWIT9MNI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ZFLJoLgp9rE/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="011" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="011" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYWT7a_ZI/AAAAAAAABnU/XLoMgUs_ksQ/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This coming week his Cici (my mama) is coming to stay, play and help care for our little mister.&amp;#160; I am really looking forward to the expert help and company.&amp;#160; Although it is 100+ degrees out, I hope to get him out and about some and feel comfortable taking him on short outings on my own.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Speaking of out- I am itching to get out and about myself. Now, I don’t mean I want to go and run in a 5K race, but I just feel the urge to get out and get moving. All you non c-section mamas out there…how soon after delivery did you start walking or doing active things?&amp;#160; Two weeks? Longer? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYXbI-EJI/AAAAAAAABnY/WcxW2VjYjvI/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="006" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYYdgFBbI/AAAAAAAABnc/U99DiQnKAJM/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYZyTgYGI/AAAAAAAABng/YeBCaoS1PzE/s1600-h/004%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYbIye-8I/AAAAAAAABnk/3XpFWSsxBt8/004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYdPAN0sI/AAAAAAAABno/RakZOWAtKYQ/s1600-h/018%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="018" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="018" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYeJ7Z1pI/AAAAAAAABns/MXNH5oS5NLg/018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8757553442391052261?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8757553442391052261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8757553442391052261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8757553442391052261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8757553442391052261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-of-walker.html' title='A week of Walker'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TEMYQ73z9fI/AAAAAAAABnE/VmwM1unci7Q/s72-c/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7748020230856149055</id><published>2010-07-08T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:11:17.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Walker Gene Young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wednesday, July 7th will be a date forever etched &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;in Jordan's and my memory.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's guiding hand, Jordan and I became parents to one precious little boy - Walker Gene Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born at 4:39 pm, weighing 7 lbs 4 ounces and&amp;nbsp;measuring 19 1/4 inches long - &amp;nbsp;he is perfect in our eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are forever thankful to God for His indescribable gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Below are some pics. When time permits (ha!!) I promise to put some posts up with details, etc...of his birth. Mom and Dad are getting used to our new routine, or lack thereof..and wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4R9uXvVaI/AAAAAAAABmk/wQieXzWG8Lc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4R9uXvVaI/AAAAAAAABmk/wQieXzWG8Lc/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thumbs up! It's go time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4NuDyK0QI/AAAAAAAABlk/HQ7B_AfrG3g/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4NuDyK0QI/AAAAAAAABlk/HQ7B_AfrG3g/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy doing the honors.&amp;nbsp; A truly unimaginable moment for us both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4S7crhteI/AAAAAAAABm0/-U0ziVybCd4/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4S7crhteI/AAAAAAAABm0/-U0ziVybCd4/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well hello there, sweetheart, I'm the voice you've been hearing the past 9 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4NaPXdlCI/AAAAAAAABlc/I7_MctuZBiw/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4NaPXdlCI/AAAAAAAABlc/I7_MctuZBiw/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Our new family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4SbaWI8OI/AAAAAAAABms/T4KmV8pCwQc/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4SbaWI8OI/AAAAAAAABms/T4KmV8pCwQc/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;One proud Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4OTAx6EFI/AAAAAAAABls/iRDoHcNjhbA/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4OTAx6EFI/AAAAAAAABls/iRDoHcNjhbA/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4PIkeE-9I/AAAAAAAABl0/pxi7SCj9WIA/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4PIkeE-9I/AAAAAAAABl0/pxi7SCj9WIA/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First car ride...poor little guy's head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4PwRatDhI/AAAAAAAABl8/1vzxe1E_noc/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4PwRatDhI/AAAAAAAABl8/1vzxe1E_noc/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Welcoming Walker into his home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4QPyVA6zI/AAAAAAAABmE/N5Ud7VRXYzA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4QPyVA6zI/AAAAAAAABmE/N5Ud7VRXYzA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reg and Aunt B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4QlqdQmYI/AAAAAAAABmM/yL9L26BMXow/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4QlqdQmYI/AAAAAAAABmM/yL9L26BMXow/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4RB-pjzQI/AAAAAAAABmU/UrEGHC5b9eg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4RB-pjzQI/AAAAAAAABmU/UrEGHC5b9eg/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Proud big cousin Mabry holding Walker and her little bro Miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4RfhRJuJI/AAAAAAAABmc/E7r3l7QHcVs/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4RfhRJuJI/AAAAAAAABmc/E7r3l7QHcVs/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;First family photo.&amp;nbsp; Sophie has been doing SO good adjusting to Walker.&amp;nbsp; Very curious but very sweet :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thank you to all of our dear friends and sweet family for your support and prayers&amp;nbsp;throughout the pregnancy&amp;nbsp;and now for your&amp;nbsp;shared excitement as we celebrate the birth of our son, Walker Gene.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;WE.ARE.BLESSED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We love you more and more&amp;nbsp;every day little buddy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7748020230856149055?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7748020230856149055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7748020230856149055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7748020230856149055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7748020230856149055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-welcome-walker-geneyoung.html' title='Welcome Walker Gene Young!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TD4R9uXvVaI/AAAAAAAABmk/wQieXzWG8Lc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7953226392674606733</id><published>2010-06-21T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:32:53.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trimming – in more ways than one</title><content type='html'>Random, I know, but funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to post some pics of the trimming my main squeeze has been up to as of late. He is quite into grooming…the yard &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how our yard at the new casa has at least tripled,&amp;nbsp; Jordo is now officially a riding lawn-mower kinda’ guy.&amp;nbsp; This pic makes me start singing “I’ll take ya for a ride on my big, green tractor”…anyone else know the tune?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LWo20RYI/AAAAAAAABkQ/30anHapuEVk/s1600-h/008%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="008" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LXOvZPHI/AAAAAAAABkU/xNsJwfWjgSo/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="008" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LY-hbc8I/AAAAAAAABkY/nzZNkAltmeA/s1600-h/009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="009" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LZEY3TaI/AAAAAAAABkc/lBDjU73cLGk/009_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="009" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_Lag0AUKI/AAAAAAAABkg/4GMssbRzgK8/s1600-h/010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="010" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LbDnwTuI/AAAAAAAABkk/SLPe4b9OZNc/010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="010" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there’s the other type of trimming my mister has been up to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LbzzeL4I/AAAAAAAABko/hW-X8ZkV4zI/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="001" border="0" height="181" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_Lcq-LV8I/AAAAAAAABks/IhyAZri0we4/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="001" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LdEJ_sPI/AAAAAAAABkw/S3A5HWoBWCY/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="002" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_Ldow5U2I/AAAAAAAABk0/UXsIRKbTes4/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="002" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LeTfIUhI/AAAAAAAABk4/d64onh0dgYM/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="004" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LfNnS55I/AAAAAAAABk8/7qKe_GE7REk/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="004" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LfjxIVLI/AAAAAAAABlA/ob8lZv-9Ffw/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="006" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LgAOgocI/AAAAAAAABlE/KB-J5iJjDMY/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="006" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, hmmm, I suppose this is his summer ‘do; however Jordo has informed me that this is his new &lt;b&gt;permanent&lt;/b&gt; ‘do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny, I thought it was the moms-to-be who usually tried to simplify things in their lives as parenthood approached.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan was bragging about how quickly he could get ready and out the door now.&amp;nbsp; I quickly replied “That’s great!&amp;nbsp; And since you’ll be so speedy you’ll have plenty of time to watch Walker while I am still getting ready!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He! He! He!&amp;nbsp; Love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7953226392674606733?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7953226392674606733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7953226392674606733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7953226392674606733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7953226392674606733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/06/trimming-in-more-ways-than-one.html' title='Trimming – in more ways than one'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TB_LXOvZPHI/AAAAAAAABkU/xNsJwfWjgSo/s72-c/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-9033453746019649209</id><published>2010-06-12T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T16:24:03.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Reg and I headed south to join Miss M’s fan club and watch her strut her stuff on stage as both a dainty ballerina and a tap dancing star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5nKTYrLI/AAAAAAAABjw/x7T0iPfdgmk/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="004" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5oqqmv4I/AAAAAAAABj0/mQpf-LZrKq4/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="004" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last year’s recital, she was truly a tiny dancer.&amp;nbsp; Wow! What a difference a year makes.&amp;nbsp; This year she was waaay into the dances and knew a good majority of the steps.&amp;nbsp; She and her little dance class friends were SO stinkin’ cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5ppGKHAI/AAAAAAAABj4/X-mjwSKxpIQ/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="001" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5q4VRHdI/AAAAAAAABj8/fCSEwyB8u5E/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="001" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5sKIohbI/AAAAAAAABkA/P_em7tbOPHE/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="007" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5tfVAGDI/AAAAAAAABkE/arnSy18apJk/007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="007" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5uo5fEEI/AAAAAAAABkI/bQKrhBv1QWg/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="003" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5vm5lC_I/AAAAAAAABkM/Javu701dm6k/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="003" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am SO proud of her and how much confidence and pizazz she had on stage.&amp;nbsp; I honestly can’t believe how she is morphing into &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a big girl, right before my very eyes!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And check out Miles in the pic above with Reg.&amp;nbsp; You know the expression "growing like a weed"?&amp;nbsp; Well, yeah, that’d pretty much describe him to a T.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love my M &amp;amp; M!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-9033453746019649209?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/9033453746019649209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=9033453746019649209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/9033453746019649209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/9033453746019649209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/06/twinkle-toes.html' title='Twinkle Toes'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TBP5oqqmv4I/AAAAAAAABj0/mQpf-LZrKq4/s72-c/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5549686557880275388</id><published>2010-06-07T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:13:44.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk down memory lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I think some of you readers might be smokin' something!&amp;nbsp;The point of me subjecting you all to the&amp;nbsp;progess pics&amp;nbsp;of my &lt;s&gt;bump&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;mountain was show you all just HOW large the 'ole belly has gotten.&amp;nbsp; People, puuuhlease.&amp;nbsp; You all are nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Dr. W told me to stick to walking, not running, during pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; So, let’s obey the doctor’s orders and take a walk, shall we?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk down memory lane reminiscing on how one’s tummy once looked – many, many weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, an inexperienced individual might venture to think, “My skin couldn’t &lt;em&gt;possibly&lt;/em&gt; stretch any further than this, right?”&amp;nbsp; Oh, but no.&amp;nbsp; That silly, naive individual would be wrong.&amp;nbsp; Dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof is in the pictures.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOg9kcl4I/AAAAAAAABik/nOoPJHZr-aY/s1600-h/10weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="10weeks" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOhXxvCtI/AAAAAAAABio/SlAi1A0PE4M/10weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="10weeks" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOh4i33MI/AAAAAAAABis/LzV_xwCjFYw/s1600-h/13weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="13weeks" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOiKy7QVI/AAAAAAAABiw/kpx50dDpY6o/13weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="13weeks" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOi7rjliI/AAAAAAAABi0/7EIQ-Lyfjxo/s1600-h/17weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="17weeks" border="0" height="234" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOjW-xecI/AAAAAAAABi4/47vU6QfN8Co/17weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="17weeks" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOkZADyMI/AAAAAAAABi8/atr3Coo4db4/s1600-h/19weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="19weeks" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOk_hztDI/AAAAAAAABjA/a6CHZcmmDq8/19weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="19weeks" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOlTWOo7I/AAAAAAAABjE/1FdLCgtXH6Q/s1600-h/24weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="24weeks" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOlrdDSOI/AAAAAAAABjI/aYJOSP6uiNw/24weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="24weeks" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOmf7MMUI/AAAAAAAABjM/dKDqaobpwAo/s1600-h/28weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="28weeks" border="0" height="235" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOm7vvcwI/AAAAAAAABjQ/c0tYxpDkPLM/28weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="28weeks" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOnZoQunI/AAAAAAAABjU/RxX4Xo6z1Ws/s1600-h/34weeks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="34weeks" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOn9JjZ7I/AAAAAAAABjY/j-C_oeYHjlc/34weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="34weeks" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, folks, I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“only”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 35 weeks this week, thus leaving plenty-o-weeks left for more unimaginable belly expansion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the human skin, it truly is an amazingly elastic thing, I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5549686557880275388?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5549686557880275388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5549686557880275388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5549686557880275388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5549686557880275388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/06/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A walk down memory lane'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAxOhXxvCtI/AAAAAAAABio/SlAi1A0PE4M/s72-c/10weeks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2394206754576770939</id><published>2010-06-04T21:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:35:35.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Annual Baylor Besties &amp; Babies Weekend – Lake Athens, TX</title><content type='html'>After college it was so nice to be able to stay in touch and see my closest girlfriends due to the gazillion weddings were were all either in or attending.&amp;nbsp; Not too long after the wedding rush died down, the baby boom began for all of my gal pals.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little ones entering our lives, my Baylor Besties&amp;nbsp; (Alaina, Ashleigh, Jenna, Leigh &amp;amp; Sarah) and I decided we’d make a pact to try and see one another and each others’ kiddos (and hopefully hubbies, too) at least once a year.&amp;nbsp; With everyone being spread out across 3 states, the planning and logistics of getting 6 couples’ and 3 kiddos’ (with 3 more on the way)schedules coordinated can be..umm….shall we say….challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, we’ve had this past weekend, the 3rd Annual Baylor Besties and Babies Weekend, on the books for 5 months.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine the anticipation and excitement we’ve been feeling for the weekend to arrive (and thus fly by)?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh’s parents graciously opened up their lake house on Lake Athens to all 15 of us again this year.&amp;nbsp; With 100 degree days, sunshine, the boat and lake at our disposal, we made the most of the long Memorial Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2sXBpbGI/AAAAAAAABhs/aiYSUpAzC3A/s1600-h/housepic%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="housepic" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2s-0qQaI/AAAAAAAABhw/fhweqUj0mVE/housepic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="housepic" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was such a treat to get together to see each other and the little munchkins who are growing waaay to fast ( Caro and Mase are 2 years old and Gage is 18 months).&amp;nbsp; An added bonus to getting together this time was to celebrate the impending arrival of 3 new little ones.&amp;nbsp; Yep,&amp;nbsp; 3 out of 6 of us gals are preggers (34, 32 and 20 weekers).&amp;nbsp; Babies, babies everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2uKeL7EI/AAAAAAAABh0/CoYUtcsptqU/s1600-h/chairsinsand%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="chairsinsand" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2uuPUnZI/AAAAAAAABh4/YF4Laq9GR78/chairsinsand_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="chairsinsand" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys had a ball playing Frisbee golf, floating the lake, &lt;s&gt;dominating&lt;/s&gt; trying the wakeboard and setting of fireworks so kindly and loudly each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2vpv6XmI/AAAAAAAABh8/kkWJl5XyNMY/s1600-h/boyslake%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="boyslake" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2wGDo7aI/AAAAAAAABiA/w0vjtQn3SiY/boyslake_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="boyslake" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us gals, we just chatted away, catching up and playing “remember when” .&amp;nbsp; For some reason, remember when seems like yesterday when in reality, it has been 7 years.&amp;nbsp; Jigga huh?!?! Did I just read that correctly.&amp;nbsp; S.e.v.e.n. years?!?!&amp;nbsp; Are we seriously getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were so sweet and threw a joint shower/sprinkle for Walker and Lincoln (due just 10 days apart) and Ella (arriving mid-October and ‘lil sis to Mason).&amp;nbsp; The hubbies and little ones were there, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2xOA1ChI/AAAAAAAABiE/2Rk_tRzAY40/s1600-h/shower%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="shower" border="0" height="244" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2xp2Q2UI/AAAAAAAABiI/uwQ-hNRc-m8/shower_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="shower" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; They went&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;all out&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and did a happy hour with mocktails for us, served tasty appetizers and showered us with an assortment of thoughtful gifts&amp;nbsp; including strollers, the much-envied &lt;a href="http://signsofthetimesbyashleigh.blogspot.com/"&gt;birthday canvas’s&lt;/a&gt;, personalized onesies, diaper cakes loaded with goodies and last, but not least, for Walker, a Cowboys Romo jersey .&amp;nbsp; I.WAS.ECSTATIC. Now our little man is ready for game day :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2zOEuorI/AAAAAAAABiM/5bt43WCEd4Q/s1600-h/showerpic2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="showerpic2" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2zQWXo9I/AAAAAAAABiQ/5PqBes1Bq18/showerpic2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="showerpic2" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend was perfect.&amp;nbsp; It warmed my heart getting to see my girls, spend time with the hubbies and love on the little ones.&amp;nbsp; I knew it would go by too quickly, and it did. I was so sad to say our goodbyes Monday morning.&amp;nbsp; I mean, if I had a million dollars (cue the Bare Naked Ladies song from 1998) I would arrange visits with these peeps, who I truly adore, monthly, quarterly…even semi-annually.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm20vZg7UI/AAAAAAAABiU/_xcwvpTwX_4/s1600-h/girlsshower%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="girlsshower" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm21MjarPI/AAAAAAAABiY/FDVpLGn2eAI/girlsshower_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="girlsshower" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sure knew what he was doing when he crossed all of our paths at Baylor.&amp;nbsp; These girls (and now their families, too) bring me such joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm20vZg7UI/AAAAAAAABiU/_xcwvpTwX_4/s1600-h/girlsshower%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm22HlI9NI/AAAAAAAABic/vtXXrWGJdmE/s1600-h/groupshot%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="groupshot" border="0" height="184" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm22gVz4WI/AAAAAAAABig/ztAsBcz8CLw/groupshot_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="groupshot" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to the countdown beginning for next year’s reunion.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how many babies we’ll be corralling then?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2394206754576770939?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2394206754576770939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2394206754576770939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2394206754576770939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2394206754576770939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/06/3rd-annual-baylor-besties-babies.html' title='3rd Annual Baylor Besties &amp;amp; Babies Weekend – Lake Athens, TX'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/TAm2s-0qQaI/AAAAAAAABhw/fhweqUj0mVE/s72-c/housepic_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7201399810489711286</id><published>2010-05-21T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:08:41.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a holding pattern</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the past few weeks I have begun to feel as though I am in some sort of holding pattern.&amp;nbsp; It is like I can’t think about, plan or look at anything past July 13th (or whenever our little guy decides to come).&amp;nbsp; Is this normal?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It is nearing summer, and I just feel so out of sorts.&amp;nbsp; No vacation planned.&amp;nbsp; No long weekends with friends somewhere or trips down to Jordan’s family beach house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Going out to eat is not the same.&amp;nbsp; Getting dressed is certainly not the same.&amp;nbsp; Sound sleeping is now a distant memory.&amp;nbsp; Concentrating at work and planning/working deals more than 6 weeks out is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;It is as though my whole life is gradually changing, preparing me for baby,&amp;nbsp;right before my very eyes, but without the sweet, tiny, snuggly reward just yet. &lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong here, I am absolutely thrilled for him to get here and wouldn’t trade a minute of this pregnancy for “the good old days”, but at the same time, he is&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here yet, and I have yet come to know and feel that indescribable joy&amp;nbsp;that everyone tells me having a baby brings.&lt;br /&gt;I know his arrival will wash away all of what my old “normal” was. But until then, I feel like I am just up in the air, circling the airport, waiting for a runway to open…in a holding pattern.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know the feeling?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7201399810489711286?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7201399810489711286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7201399810489711286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7201399810489711286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7201399810489711286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-holding-pattern.html' title='In a holding pattern'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6921021632148454016</id><published>2010-05-18T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:32:19.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, thank you very much…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; Another weekend and another wonderful day leaving the hubs and I ever thankful for such wonderful friends.&amp;nbsp; This past Saturday my bestie Kami and sis/bestie Ash threw Jordan and I a Couples Baby Shower.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2uw3aXII/AAAAAAAABfY/dk0y8mJIxWE/s1600-h/027%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="027" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2vL4uzrI/AAAAAAAABfc/2eA-9ZaTXRw/027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="027" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hostesses with the mostesses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two gals know me about as well as anyone and went out of their way to put the perfect touches on the day for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at one of our favorite spots, the patio at Manny’s.&amp;nbsp; Can you say yum?!?&amp;nbsp; And it didn’t rain.&amp;nbsp; Can you say hallelujah?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had my favorite fleurs, hydrangeas, and a delicioso cake from &lt;a href="http://www.societybakery.com/"&gt;Society Bakery&lt;/a&gt;, that came draped with plenty of buttery, sugary goodness…aka icing (my absolute favorite part of any cake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2whqHL5I/AAAAAAAABfg/DIVF4E7bz2k/s1600-h/050%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="050" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2xO0jWMI/AAAAAAAABfk/4ZxhKakT5oY/050_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="050" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2yJvknGI/AAAAAAAABfo/_SKUAz-Y18Y/s1600-h/030%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="030" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2yg7l2bI/AAAAAAAABfs/p_Be-zy7je4/030_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="030" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of our good friends (many of which we don’t see near often enough) came out to help us celebrate Walker.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful.&amp;nbsp; A few of our friends even brought their little munchkins, too, which was SUCH a treat!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from the shower.&amp;nbsp; Let me please take this time to ask that you give props to this blogger who has officially reached the point of her pregnancy that she detests any and all photos of her.&amp;nbsp; Bleh, bleh, bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, noooo, I am STILL going to post them on here because they capture pics of this special, special time for Jordan and I and have lots of dear friends in the pics.&amp;nbsp; So, forget vanity. I am playing for team reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L20YQ-5yI/AAAAAAAABfw/BNKRJG-3IAQ/s1600-h/010%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="010" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L201WK4DI/AAAAAAAABf0/CziNXaRpstk/010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="010" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L22C3wFeI/AAAAAAAABf4/M6YvEwseXBk/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="006" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L22zRG7FI/AAAAAAAABgA/DTbO8UMcoB0/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="006" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L25H-34BI/AAAAAAAABgE/PkaCJfJwXss/s1600-h/043%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="043" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L27sbUsfI/AAAAAAAABgI/Q8JUkCx0ago/043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="043" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L29_3Qx5I/AAAAAAAABgM/F3xTbLI0oO0/s1600-h/036%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="036" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2-pOWiPI/AAAAAAAABgQ/7cSy6rHpnKk/036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="036" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2_5MidBI/AAAAAAAABgU/xODToDvseko/s1600-h/012%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="012" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3Ac5j1sI/AAAAAAAABgY/QUx0dPv4tNU/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="012" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poppa, Cici, Mimi and Peeps (the grandparents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3B7uoJLI/AAAAAAAABgc/a_EWzB1d4DU/s1600-h/054%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="054" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3DFPkK6I/AAAAAAAABgg/6J3A7Ej0Gz0/054_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="054" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walker’s 3 future girlfriends ‘ mamas.&amp;nbsp; Babies everywhere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3EvCnIDI/AAAAAAAABgk/wFxpUKmydFQ/s1600-h/018%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="018" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3FBFBNGI/AAAAAAAABgo/IVnTGhRSGPc/018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="018" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we didn’t get the black and white attire memo :) . Cute girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3Gt6-kpI/AAAAAAAABgs/hJ6AkXO2dvw/s1600-h/013%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="013" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3HQErCrI/AAAAAAAABgw/DnYTKQfLbDM/013_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="013" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3IjfuljI/AAAAAAAABg0/H5GINddKHW0/s1600-h/051%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="051" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3JHQRgkI/AAAAAAAABg4/bxN-NnLg3cs/051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="051" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mimi, Jordan and Peeps (Jordo’s parents)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3Jg6OjbI/AAAAAAAABg8/Q-tpWwDqajY/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="011" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3KJ-_yaI/AAAAAAAABhA/OET2Decl9oI/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="011" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The uncles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3LYUn6MI/AAAAAAAABhE/Rp_XWkuToFw/s1600-h/056%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="056" border="0" height="164" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3MBb-xVI/AAAAAAAABhI/_vGWjKkph58/056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="056" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3NboYXEI/AAAAAAAABhM/0huB-fLJS28/s1600-h/063%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="063" border="0" height="178" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L3N55eqHI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qELd0-Vo79I/063_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="063" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cici, Aunt Ash, Aunt B and Mimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrounding Walker with love :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to two very special ladies in my life, Ashley and Kami, for throwing Jordan and I this special shower.&amp;nbsp; We feel truly blessed to have such an amazing group of family and friends loving on us and our little guy during this super exciting time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6921021632148454016?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6921021632148454016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6921021632148454016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6921021632148454016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6921021632148454016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-thank-you-very-much.html' title='Thank you, thank you very much…'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S_L2vL4uzrI/AAAAAAAABfc/2eA-9ZaTXRw/s72-c/027_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2612388653789390144</id><published>2010-05-12T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:39:32.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying a new blog post thingy out…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So when I was on Facebook this morning I saw a gal comment that she uses Windows Live Writer for blogging, which you can directly post to your blogger account. She said its way more user friendly. So, what did I do? I immediately went and checked it out, downloaded it, and am now giving it a whirl as I type this random no point post…but I am already hooked! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Check it out for yourself ladies…&lt;a href="http://download.live.com/writer"&gt;http://download.live.com/writer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think I may now have no reason for blog slacking, other than my lack of content to contribute :).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2612388653789390144?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2612388653789390144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2612388653789390144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2612388653789390144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2612388653789390144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/05/trying-new-blog-post-thingy-out.html' title='Trying a new blog post thingy out…'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2815677308554019773</id><published>2010-05-06T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:49:14.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Well folks, we have finally decided on a name and are going to friggin' stick with it this time!&amp;nbsp; I have been so bad about going back and forth...wishy washy a tad bit you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas, our firstborn has a name. Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I cannot wait to welcome...&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALKER GENE YOUNG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;into this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you little man and simply&amp;nbsp;cannot wait to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background on the name...nothing too profound about it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walker -&lt;/strong&gt; just because we liked it.&amp;nbsp; AND, since my name is always shortened, (even when I introduce myself as Kimberly, like on a work phone call or email, peeps respond back, "hey Kim"). &lt;br /&gt;I...we...okay mostly just &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;, here, am hoping Walker won't be shortened, other than with endearing pet&amp;nbsp;terms or nicknames by his mama, papa and/or close buds. Shortened just not changed permanently :):).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gene -&lt;/strong&gt; it is Jordan's middle name, his dear grandfather's first name, my dad's middle name and my brother's middle name.&amp;nbsp; Crazy huh, 4 Gene's in our families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Walker Gene it is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2815677308554019773?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2815677308554019773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2815677308554019773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2815677308554019773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2815677308554019773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5374014080542006899</id><published>2010-05-04T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:30:00.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showered with Love...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Jordan's side of the family were so kind&amp;nbsp;and threw a shower for me...well, us..., actually,&amp;nbsp; for our little dude :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's Nana, Aunt Tammy and Cheri went all out.&amp;nbsp; From decorating everything so perfectly blue and baby, to preparing some absolutely deelish foods, it was such a wonderful day and I was completely overwhelmed by everyone there's graciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must be extremely hormonal and sentimental, but I was seriously so&amp;nbsp;touched by the entire day.&amp;nbsp; And goodness gracious great balls of fire, if a shower doesn't make the whole pregnancy thing feel "real," then by gosh, I dunno what will.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my gal pal, also lovingly known as my PP (prego partner), &lt;a href="http://www.montag-you.blogspot.com/?zx=3f9253d2bfc226c3"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;afterwards, and she, too, had her 1st shower on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; We were both commenting on just HOW overwhelmed the whole day made us feel.&amp;nbsp; Whew, glad she said the same thing. I was beginning to think maybe I was having issues?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't even elaborate or make sense of why I had the feeling, all I know is I just couldn't quite process it all afterwards. Mama's out there...do y'all recall having that same feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I mean, he really is COMING! And sooner rather than later!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mostly, I think YAY!!!! And little bit o' me thinks WHOAHHHH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Below are some pics from the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CN3B0cNnI/AAAAAAAABeY/0Fc3AKz76_E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CN3B0cNnI/AAAAAAAABeY/0Fc3AKz76_E/s320/001.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The spread. Deelish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CPwU7fjRI/AAAAAAAABew/e8hwB3965A8/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CPwU7fjRI/AAAAAAAABew/e8hwB3965A8/s320/011.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CQ5zynbPI/AAAAAAAABfA/9VUY2YhR1_A/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CQ5zynbPI/AAAAAAAABfA/9VUY2YhR1_A/s320/053.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan's aunt Tammy, Cheri, Me, Nana, my Mama and Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-COqQeif4I/AAAAAAAABeg/8e_96QVEXt8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-COqQeif4I/AAAAAAAABeg/8e_96QVEXt8/s320/002.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A moses basket full o'goodies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-BtGzTLvgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/OsS60Vr-G24/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-BtGzTLvgI/AAAAAAAABeQ/OsS60Vr-G24/s320/055.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my baby daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CPPNQpiYI/AAAAAAAABeo/cyvcPWHFf-Q/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CPPNQpiYI/AAAAAAAABeo/cyvcPWHFf-Q/s320/007.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The sweets...yumm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CQXSy0A0I/AAAAAAAABe4/K9aaib8i0BA/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CQXSy0A0I/AAAAAAAABe4/K9aaib8i0BA/s320/052.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama, Me, Ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CR0bZ1YdI/AAAAAAAABfI/ji-1NafPrK8/s1600/056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CR0bZ1YdI/AAAAAAAABfI/ji-1NafPrK8/s320/056.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you say WHOAAHHH Belly?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5374014080542006899?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5374014080542006899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5374014080542006899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5374014080542006899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5374014080542006899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/05/showered-with-love.html' title='Showered with Love...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S-CN3B0cNnI/AAAAAAAABeY/0Fc3AKz76_E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-968595267926905010</id><published>2010-04-30T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T14:25:22.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inch by inch...</title><content type='html'>So I am 29 weeks this week and have been feeling pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely feeling a bit large and in charge, but I know that it is to be expected and that i ain't seen nothin' yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, it hasn't been too warm yet, so although I am getting bigger by the week, swelling hasn't been too big of an issue yet.  Key word here being yet :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more importantly thankful that I seem to be progessing as Dr. W thinks I should. I had my 29 week doc visit yesterday and everything with baby looked good. His heart rate was 154BPM.  He is head down. Part of me says "yay! please stay this way!" and the other says "ouch, little guy you're really pressing down hard on all of mama's downstairs areas".  Doc says I am actually measuring one week ahead.  Jiggahuh?  Let's hope little mister stays put and doesn't try to get ahead of himself in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now an every-2-week-go'er, which is just absolutley nuts to me! Where, oh where, hath the time gone?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inch by inch....my belly is expanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slpn7SEoI/AAAAAAAABdA/ltpxD2NzDqM/s1600/19weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slpn7SEoI/AAAAAAAABdA/ltpxD2NzDqM/s400/19weeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466003969766724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slo3-NTWI/AAAAAAAABc4/wllLEC_Ad4E/s1600/24weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slo3-NTWI/AAAAAAAABc4/wllLEC_Ad4E/s400/24weeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466003956894092642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slodgzrWI/AAAAAAAABcw/ThKJght_2Ew/s1600/28weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slodgzrWI/AAAAAAAABcw/ThKJght_2Ew/s400/28weeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466003949791456610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inch by inch...the nursery is coming together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slqAvjC0I/AAAAAAAABdI/12ZDCLIQCqU/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slqAvjC0I/AAAAAAAABdI/12ZDCLIQCqU/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466003976428391234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slqvfgF-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rWS9eDHTYbY/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slqvfgF-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/rWS9eDHTYbY/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466003988977555426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have quite a bit of work to do in the nursery, but have been waiting on the glider and dresser (which are both different hues of blue) to get in before we select wall color, etc.  I know Jordan is sad and just itching to get his paintin' pants on. Ha! Ha! Maaaaybe a little sarcasm in there :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun note, this weekend is one of our showers and I am really, really looking forward to it. Although in some ways it feels like I have been pregnant for ages, at the same time I sort of can't believe it's already time for showers and 2 week doc appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I found myself getting rather sentimental the other night (hormones much? nahh!) as the hubs and I were wrapping up a nice weekend that consisted of plenty 'o down time, couch time, take out dinner, church and errand running and CPR/safety class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As absolutely and completely stoked he and I both are for little man to get here, at the same time all we've ever known is life as the 2 (now 3 with Sophie) of us.  Every new parent says you can't remember what it was like pre-baby, and what your lives were ever like before your child. But, still being on the "other side" right now, I am sort of wondering and sad about losing such cherished quality down time with my main squeeze.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh....the random sentiments of a preggo chick.  They truly do baffle me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I will wrap up after that most random tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details and pics of this weekend's shower to come next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, have a great weekend and let's hope these crazy storms they are predicting come and go without too much incident.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-968595267926905010?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/968595267926905010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=968595267926905010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/968595267926905010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/968595267926905010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-am-29-weeks-this-week-and-have.html' title='Inch by inch...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9slpn7SEoI/AAAAAAAABdA/ltpxD2NzDqM/s72-c/19weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1891582726033921232</id><published>2010-04-22T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:01:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One, two, three, four...</title><content type='html'>....I couldn't imagine loving anyone MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for the mandatory attendance policy at Baylor, or else I'd never have been able to snag this hubby of mine.  We shared speech class together - and both actually went.  That same spring semester he with his friends and me with my gal pals all went with 65 of our closest friends (ha! it was insane!) to Mexico... and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four years of dating and now four years of marriage, I cannot believe how far we have come, the fun and trouble we've gotten ourselves into and out of, the memories we've made, the struggles we've shared, the triumphs we have celebrated and now now the little family we are growing.  Good grief, I am going to sound old here, but... oh, how the years go by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B-FIlvHCI/AAAAAAAABcg/xw0Mz7TEfHg/s1600/4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B-FIlvHCI/AAAAAAAABcg/xw0Mz7TEfHg/s400/4003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463004974670617634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7YlsMVVI/AAAAAAAABcI/mI7SfsrnpN4/s1600/5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7YlsMVVI/AAAAAAAABcI/mI7SfsrnpN4/s400/5021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002010364958034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B-FnHZYDI/AAAAAAAABco/BKXtLDTNwOU/s1600/6010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B-FnHZYDI/AAAAAAAABco/BKXtLDTNwOU/s400/6010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463004982864863282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7Y6iE3iI/AAAAAAAABcQ/-f_CH0Sw4_4/s1600/6086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7Y6iE3iI/AAAAAAAABcQ/-f_CH0Sw4_4/s400/6086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002015959670306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7ZQt5_6I/AAAAAAAABcY/gbZ_Q68_7N4/s1600/7006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B7ZQt5_6I/AAAAAAAABcY/gbZ_Q68_7N4/s400/7006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463002021914869666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to many, many more April 22nd's shared with my favorite, forever friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1891582726033921232?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1891582726033921232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1891582726033921232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1891582726033921232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1891582726033921232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-two-three-four.html' title='One, two, three, four...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S9B-FIlvHCI/AAAAAAAABcg/xw0Mz7TEfHg/s72-c/4003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4989814231057040822</id><published>2010-04-20T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:15:00.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's</title><content type='html'>Since I am a total and complete blog slacker and don't even know where to begin with recapping the past month since my last post I will take the easy way out and do a fun, random little game I stole from &lt;a href="http://therrell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julia's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ABC's of Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Area Code: 817- Tarrant County baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Bed Size: king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Chore you hate: updating our Quickbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Dog’s Name: Sophie aka Sophie-love, Soph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential “start of the day” Item: &lt;s&gt;coffee&lt;/s&gt; decaf tea and the Today Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Gold or Silver: silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Height: 5’7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Instruments you play: does my blackberry count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Job: commercial real estate agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids: baby boy young, eta 7-13-10!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Living Arrangements: with the hubs and Sophie in NE Tarrant County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Mom’s name: Cynthia Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Nickname: Katy K (by mom) Kimberlina Ballerina (by bro) Kiki (nieces and nephews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Overnight Hospital Stay: birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Pet Peeve: talking with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quote from Movie: "No, he didn't slam into you, he didn’t bump you, he didn't nudge you. He rubbed you. And rubbin', son, is racin"(Robert Duvall to Tom Cruise in Days of Thunder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Righty or Lefty: Lefty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Siblings: Big Sis Ashley and Big Bro Reg.  I am the Baby and l.o.v.e. it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Time you wake up: 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Underwear: optional.  jk.  full backs whenever fashionably possible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Veggie’s you dislike: brussel sprouts, lima beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Ways/reasons you are late: traffic, traffic and more traffic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. Xrays you’ve had: teeth, toes, tummy/intestines (ahhh the joys of IBS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Yummy food you make: i'd like to think everything i attempt. ha! creamy jalapeno dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zoo animals you like: monkeys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a promise to myself (since I think I am the only one truly concerned here) to update the blog on all things baby and pregnancy before the end of the week.  Wish me luck.  Oh, and it's mine and the hubs anniversary on Thursday, so my nights to update are few...oh the pressure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4989814231057040822?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4989814231057040822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4989814231057040822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4989814231057040822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4989814231057040822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/04/abcs.html' title='The ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6670376686108049208</id><published>2010-03-31T21:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:02:49.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearly Beloved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHT3oemI/AAAAAAAABbI/zjPHCduvx38/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHT3oemI/AAAAAAAABbI/zjPHCduvx38/s400/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993970338232930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was chock full of fun, family, friends, food....and LOVE!!! (tried to find another "f" word but came up empty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since their engagement last Winter I have been looking forward to and anticipating this past weekend and to celebrating Brooke and Reg and their wedding weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded up and headed South to Horseshoe Bay on Thursday to get the weekend started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke's parents have a home down there and kicked the weekend off by welcoming all of the guests with a  Welcome Cocktail Dinner.  The weather was great for patio dining, wine was divine (so I hear) and food deelish (now &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; I can attest to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGeCrnKCI/AAAAAAAABZw/ajvJhrna_i8/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGeCrnKCI/AAAAAAAABZw/ajvJhrna_i8/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992161838147618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the boys hit the links while the ladies had a delightful time celebrating Brooke and her maids...ahem, bridesmaids. I always love these little shindigs. They're so girly, lighthearted, serve tasty lady sandwich/salad treats and the Bride is surrounded by her nearest and dearest gal pals.  A great way to start the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGeWJfUgI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JGtzhYnHE4o/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGeWJfUgI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JGtzhYnHE4o/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992167063736834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGfM3pxDI/AAAAAAAABaI/eV2zncS_bnc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGfM3pxDI/AAAAAAAABaI/eV2zncS_bnc/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992181752874034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGel3BojI/AAAAAAAABaA/T7ysFqlaIcs/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGel3BojI/AAAAAAAABaA/T7ysFqlaIcs/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992171281261106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGfs8PFzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/3J9MrwFlmuo/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QGfs8PFzI/AAAAAAAABaQ/3J9MrwFlmuo/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992190362031922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Mom and Dad hosted the Groom's dinner at this fun joint by the name of River City Grill.  The party was on the deck overlooking Lake LBJ. We couldn't have asked for a better weather forecast that night, PLUS the Bears won the Sweet 16 that night, too!!!  The band was fun, food was yummy (noticing a trend here, me enjoying the fare?!) and Reg and Brooke were just as happy as clams.  It was a terrific time all around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLQloeCSI/AAAAAAAABbo/v_tE4XZLero/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLQloeCSI/AAAAAAAABbo/v_tE4XZLero/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454997428260178210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLQy-wcFI/AAAAAAAABbw/EyUC_rK08tQ/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLQy-wcFI/AAAAAAAABbw/EyUC_rK08tQ/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454997431843319890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHOnNSpOI/AAAAAAAABaY/j365CUG3UnA/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHOnNSpOI/AAAAAAAABaY/j365CUG3UnA/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992996276806882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHO49ogvI/AAAAAAAABag/rfuZZEQ9bC0/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHO49ogvI/AAAAAAAABag/rfuZZEQ9bC0/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993001042969330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was The BIG Day!!!  The boys golfed again (sheesh, they made me tired just stirring as their alarm clocks went off at such unheard of Saturday a.m. hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lounged around all morning, had a leisurely brunch and took it easy 'til it came time to get all "dolled up". Reg came to our condo to get ready and I tell you what (how hick does &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sound?), Reg was as calm and cool as I've ever seen.  He was just so excited to SEE Brooke and get married. It was really too, too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHPAn3-4I/AAAAAAAABao/QVx1Tpf0TCE/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHPAn3-4I/AAAAAAAABao/QVx1Tpf0TCE/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993003099192194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHPk-xdCI/AAAAAAAABaw/FsaMjVP9t0o/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHPk-xdCI/AAAAAAAABaw/FsaMjVP9t0o/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993012858909730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was beautiful.  The look on Reg's face when the doors opened and Brooke walked in was my favorite moment.  They were both just beaming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIG_uOBDI/AAAAAAAABbA/4Q4fcWv2Qjo/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIG_uOBDI/AAAAAAAABbA/4Q4fcWv2Qjo/s400/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993964930040882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHP1oYGxI/AAAAAAAABa4/KkjjlqgcMrQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QHP1oYGxI/AAAAAAAABa4/KkjjlqgcMrQ/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993017328376594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLRXzKGzI/AAAAAAAABb4/yeGon9xaIAI/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLRXzKGzI/AAAAAAAABb4/yeGon9xaIAI/s400/064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454997441726782258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote...Mabry was one of 3 flower girls and they each provided the entire ceremony with continued comic relief.  They had these flower lollypop thingys (see pic) and while Reg and Brooke were exchanging their vows, Mabry was doing a bit of a Bibbity Bobbity Boo routine patting Brooke's train with her flower lollypop and then leaning in and re-fluffing the train where she'd just bopped it. It was hilarious. Seriously. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was immaculate.  The fleurs, food, beverages..every single detail...was flawless; But, aside from all of the lovelies, it was really such a wonderful evening celebrating my big bro and his new bride.  They were just floating, it seemed. Cheezy, I know. But, hey, I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; a sappy, hormonally charged preggo chick these days, so mush is to be expected :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIIIocKsI/AAAAAAAABbY/cw6l58wj1vM/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIIIocKsI/AAAAAAAABbY/cw6l58wj1vM/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993984501590722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHlC48CI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x_7Euy3TMmM/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHlC48CI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x_7Euy3TMmM/s400/072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993974948851746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLR5qgGcI/AAAAAAAABcA/_tdxDodiga4/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QLR5qgGcI/AAAAAAAABcA/_tdxDodiga4/s400/078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454997450817280450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIIa-FaZI/AAAAAAAABbg/8fNhXiCAoL4/s1600/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIIa-FaZI/AAAAAAAABbg/8fNhXiCAoL4/s400/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993989424212370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tad jell-o to not be sitting on a beach on my honeymoon right about now.  Ahh, what a mahhvelous tradition the honeymoon is.  I can remember it like yesterday.  First you get to plan a weekend of parties full of fun and friends and family only to be followed by a week of vacation with just your honey.  Can you say complete greatness!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHT3oemI/AAAAAAAABbI/zjPHCduvx38/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHT3oemI/AAAAAAAABbI/zjPHCduvx38/s400/070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454993970338232930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Reg and Brooke...I love you both to pieces and am so very thrilled for you both .  Here's to the many years and memories to be shared together.  Muahhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6670376686108049208?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6670376686108049208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6670376686108049208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6670376686108049208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6670376686108049208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearly-beloved.html' title='Dearly Beloved...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S7QIHT3oemI/AAAAAAAABbI/zjPHCduvx38/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7014336418612419402</id><published>2010-03-08T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:56:28.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing Up</title><content type='html'>Okay lovely blog world friends, I am in need of all you little mama's out there. I am hoping you'll put your 2 cents, heck, drop 25 cents if you feel so inclined...about all the STUFF we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, it's about that time that the hubby and I venture out into the great unknown- the world of baby registering!  We need to "gear up"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has things they have: loved, never ended up or barely used, wished they'd purchased/regisered for differently, etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am here to pick your pretty little brains :).  He he. Do I sound like the wicked witch from Wizard of Oz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling systems(carriers and strollers). Yay or nay? I am leaning towards yay.  If so, which one did you get? have you liked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monitors.  Video the way to go? I am thinking since our little guy will be upstairs that the video may be our new BFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-sleeper, bassinet, moses basket, or pack n' play thingy (for when he's little and/or sleeping downstairs and I want his nest to be mobile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jog strollers.  The Bob, Baby Jogger?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottles. Dr Browns, Avent, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please feel free to comment and advise on anything else you feel so inclined to chime in on, the more info the better.  I am hoping for information overload here ladies and &lt;s&gt;gents&lt;/s&gt;. Who am I kidding, there is not one single male who admittedly reads this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a post with no pics. SO boring, I know :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7014336418612419402?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7014336418612419402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7014336418612419402' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7014336418612419402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7014336418612419402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/gearing-up.html' title='Gearing Up'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4752187244840350223</id><published>2010-03-02T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:44:37.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Week Sono Pics of our Little Man</title><content type='html'>Pics from our sonogram yesterday below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon my elementary attempt to edit the photo by inserting text to show you where things are on the image.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this image is of his profile, shows his nose and mouth half-way open, a little bubble below his chin, his ear, and then his spinal cord and chest below.  It is taken as though you are looking at him lying on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43mRT84Q3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/vDpgEy6LBOs/s1600-h/profilepic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43mRT84Q3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/vDpgEy6LBOs/s320/profilepic.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is looking down on him from above. His left hand is opened up, almost waving :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43mYl-xwSI/AAAAAAAABZY/KALhfEtc-3g/s1600-h/handwavepic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43mYl-xwSI/AAAAAAAABZY/KALhfEtc-3g/s320/handwavepic.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one is of his two feet. When I scanned this one in, one of his feet got pretty blurry. You can see one foot (the one on the left) pretty good though :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43ml0EAHLI/AAAAAAAABZo/OElW6kQSAHc/s1600-h/twofeetpic.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43ml0EAHLI/AAAAAAAABZo/OElW6kQSAHc/s320/twofeetpic.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4752187244840350223?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4752187244840350223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4752187244840350223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4752187244840350223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4752187244840350223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-week-sono-pics-of-our-little-man.html' title='21 Week Sono Pics of our Little Man'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S43mRT84Q3I/AAAAAAAABZQ/vDpgEy6LBOs/s72-c/profilepic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4888354199918007021</id><published>2010-03-01T19:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:28:25.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned today...</title><content type='html'>Today was our doctor's appointment and sonogram to find out just &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Baby Young is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful visit and everything checked out great!  Baby and I are still measuring right on track, at 21 weeks. Doctor is still guessing a July 13th'ish due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see SO much on the sonogram.  The little one was head down today.  We saw the spine, rib cage, two feet crossed, femur bone, strong pumping heart, one hand behind its head, the other cuddled to its side.  The hand on the arm cuddled to its side was fully open, and it looked like the little one was waving.  Melt my heart.  Little one even yawned a couple of times, too!!  Again, melting me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, their nose and profile looks sort of like me, but we know that will change a lot as baby puts more pounds on and really starts to take shape.  The little one weighed 12 ounces today and had a heart beat of 141 bpm. Nice 'n strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about details interesting only to the baby's mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the BIG reveal went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the sono tech keep the "he/she shot" a surprise during our viewing and also made sure Dr. W didn't tell us during our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handwrote a little note last night and had the sono tech fill in the blank and close it up nice and tight.  No peeking for Jordan or I :):).  After the appointment I headed to one of my fav little bakeries and handed the sweet lady my card (I had stopped by last week to tell her my cheesy plan, so she was expecting me).  She went to the back and promptly iced some cupcakes for us with the appropriate color icing, pink or blue.  She closed the pink box, tied it with a blue ribbon and sent me on my way.  The smile on her face was adorable.  I think she was &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; as excited as me, he!he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Jordan and I headed to our favorite dinner spot, Mi Cocina (duh), for dinner and to find out our surprise with the cupcakes as dessert.  Let me tell you, that was the fastest we have ever eaten at Mi Cocina.  Ever. We were just itching to dive into those dern cupcakes.  It was as though the box was saying "open me! open me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  at the same time I opened the card and Jordan opened the lid of the cupcake box...to reveal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzNHKI4FI/AAAAAAAABTE/rnfj9YtP434/s1600-h/baby+young+cupcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzNHKI4FI/AAAAAAAABTE/rnfj9YtP434/s400/baby+young+cupcakes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443852718681153618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzOVGiFjI/AAAAAAAABTc/28Bxaryz9QM/s1600-h/the+BIG+reveal+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzOVGiFjI/AAAAAAAABTc/28Bxaryz9QM/s400/the+BIG+reveal+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443852739603994162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a joy, it's a precious baby BOY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzOKoGzTI/AAAAAAAABTU/dq3OZTJWHrE/s1600-h/Happy+Mom+and+Dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzOKoGzTI/AAAAAAAABTU/dq3OZTJWHrE/s400/Happy+Mom+and+Dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443852736792022322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzNlJlpWI/AAAAAAAABTM/FHs_UpaQKts/s1600-h/Blue+for+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzNlJlpWI/AAAAAAAABTM/FHs_UpaQKts/s400/Blue+for+boy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443852726731908450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thrilled and thankful for everything today. A good report for both baby boy and mama.  We couldn't have hoped for anything more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post will have some sono pics. (I still have to figure out our new scanner at the house :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those of you who've been praying for our sweet little one.  It is the strangest feeling to now know WHO we are lifting up in prayer each day.  Our son, our rough and tumble, mud on your face, mama's little man, daddy's outdoor buddy, sweet, baby boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4888354199918007021?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4888354199918007021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4888354199918007021' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4888354199918007021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4888354199918007021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-learned-today.html' title='What I learned today...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4xzNHKI4FI/AAAAAAAABTE/rnfj9YtP434/s72-c/baby+young+cupcakes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4239713447487515196</id><published>2010-02-22T13:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:55:18.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're half way there...yayyy, livin' on a prayer...</title><content type='html'>I cannot, I repeat absolutely cannot believe we are half way through this wonderful, crazy ride called pregnancy this week.  Where, oh where, hath the time gone?!  Oh, I know...it's called life. And it's been pretty dern hectic lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our next appointment with Dr. W next week (21 weeks) for our sonogram and check-up.  I am, of course, really excited to hopefully find out what this little one is (let's hope he/she cooperates and spreads 'em wide, he! he!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, more than anything, I am looking forward to getting to SEE our baby again. It has been 8 weeks since our last sono and that one was about 20 seconds long and only happened because the nurse practitioner couldn't find the heartbeat using the doppler.  It was not exactly the way I'd choose to get to see the little one on the screen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily, nightly, at my desk at work, randomly at a stop light, I find myself praying over our child.  Praying for continued healthy development, good fluid levels,  performing organs, 10 fingers and toes, etc...you get the picture.  I do not take a single detail of this life for granted.  I suppose it is becasue when you're at my age and everyone around you is having children, you hear so often of things that can or have gone wrong...things that have given parents-to-be some real scares.  Jordan and I trust in the Lord with all of our hearts for we know He already knows the path for this little one and that great things are in store for this new life.  BUT, (there's always a but, right?) I am always a bit relieved after each doctor appointment, hearing the heartbeat etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 139:13-18&lt;br /&gt;You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous - how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so this post does not go without pics (what fun would &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; be, right?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you have it folks, the bump watch as of late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 WEEKS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeYSXnYwI/AAAAAAAABSk/886abPWjaFo/s1600-h/10weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeYSXnYwI/AAAAAAAABSk/886abPWjaFo/s400/10weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441155808646095618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeYnCULvI/AAAAAAAABSs/81awkgG9lEE/s1600-h/13weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeYnCULvI/AAAAAAAABSs/81awkgG9lEE/s400/13weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441155814193901298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeY-J7R3I/AAAAAAAABS0/YyUuOsCItHk/s1600-h/17weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeY-J7R3I/AAAAAAAABS0/YyUuOsCItHk/s400/17weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441155820399839090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 WEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeZHlOiZI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZMzShUG0sTA/s1600-h/19weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeZHlOiZI/AAAAAAAABS8/ZMzShUG0sTA/s400/19weeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441155822930266514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned at the beggining of this post, I am 20 weeks as of tomorrow and have been feeling really good. I take that back, &lt;b&gt;back&lt;/b&gt; being the key word. I am feeling really good aside from my aching back.  I know, I know, that's to be expected and it will no doubt get worse as the weeks and weight increase :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw...based on belly pics, anyone wanna put in their own two cents as to what you think Baby Young is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4239713447487515196?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4239713447487515196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4239713447487515196' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4239713447487515196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4239713447487515196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/02/were-half-way-thereyayyy-livin-on.html' title='We&apos;re half way there...yayyy, livin&apos; on a prayer...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S4LeYSXnYwI/AAAAAAAABSk/886abPWjaFo/s72-c/10weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5650149151091111685</id><published>2010-02-15T15:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:04:27.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, sweet home...</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of our new home just as we were beginning to move in last weekend. It is still a work in progress, (i.e. getting the landscaping installed) but it is starting to feel more and more like OUR home with each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part we are unpacked and out of the many, many boxes. Now we just have to "jazz it up" a bit and give things our personal touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I are so very thankful to be in our new house that we designed from scratch (with help from the architect, of course) and poured countless hours of thoughts, decisions and wonderings into.  We are also SO very excited to raise our family in this new home. (p.s...I have sworn to him I am not moving again until I am 90.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=a6287dd17baf76d10d6461" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=a6287dd17baf76d10d6461&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5650149151091111685?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5650149151091111685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5650149151091111685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5650149151091111685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5650149151091111685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/02/home-sweet-home_15.html' title='Home, sweet home...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2638636425237185131</id><published>2010-02-02T12:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:10:10.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things I LOVE and the things I LONG for...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am now 17 weeks and feel like I am fully adjusting to Preggo Life.  Wait, don't get me wrong here, I am completely aware this 40 week roller coaster is just getting its speed and momentum going and that MANY things will continue to change, as this journey is an ever-evolving process. But, as for today...I am pretty keen on pregnancy...ahem, the &lt;b&gt;2nd trimester&lt;/b&gt;, that is. Pretty much weeks 1-4 were ignorant bliss, I could have done without weeks 5-10 (ick.ick.ick.) and 11-17 have been as smooth as butta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went yesterday for our monthly check-in and things were great!!!  Baby's heartrate was strong and the heartbeat was quickly and easily detected...a huge thank you to God, since at my 13 week visit they couldn't find it (normal, i know, but scary nonetheless) and had to usher me into the sono tech room.  This time our little one was trucking right along, right when she put the doppler on my belly. No hiding this time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I delve into some new-found items of importance...tastebud changes/cravings and longings, of course! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the LONGINGS, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi (bring on the spicy tuna roll!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htMNi_O0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/W6DwrnMpS3Q/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htMNi_O0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/W6DwrnMpS3Q/s400/sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713006984772418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good glass of wine after a long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htMbXe7DI/AAAAAAAABRE/OBu0TOSmFpM/s1600-h/wino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htMbXe7DI/AAAAAAAABRE/OBu0TOSmFpM/s400/wino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713010694614066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pounding the pavement to relieve stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htNYYHkLI/AAAAAAAABRU/N8R4-PHWsxQ/s1600-h/TourdesFleurs08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htNYYHkLI/AAAAAAAABRU/N8R4-PHWsxQ/s400/TourdesFleurs08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713027071840434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice, cold, adult beverage enjoyed with my man as we re-hash our days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htfv1XikI/AAAAAAAABRc/DYaAauMPFGw/s1600-h/coors+ligth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 86px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htfv1XikI/AAAAAAAABRc/DYaAauMPFGw/s400/coors+ligth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713342606182978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue cheese, goat cheese, brie, etc...Why is it that I love unpasteurized cheeses the most?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htM5OowHI/AAAAAAAABRM/uqRnPhyyg4U/s1600-h/blue+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 72px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htM5OowHI/AAAAAAAABRM/uqRnPhyyg4U/s400/blue+cheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433713018710573170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, miss as I may, the above stated things, I have found there to be FAR more things I am L.O.V.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, my OB, Dr. W.  She is the bees knees. She is so down to earth, not overly freakish and a mom herself to 3 kiddos ( 2 of whom are twins less than a year old). She is so easy to just chat with, shoot the breeze, ask neurotic questions of, and all the while...I feel like she is really hearing me and not letting my imagination get the best of me. I just think the world of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches, sandwiches and more sandwiches. Heavy on the mustard and pickles, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw8iirq2I/AAAAAAAABRs/YPkvxWPyS9Q/s1600-h/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw8iirq2I/AAAAAAAABRs/YPkvxWPyS9Q/s400/subway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433717135789239138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am sans-coffee (gasp, i know. it just doesn't taste good to me), my friend heather has introduced me to and hence gotten me hooked on Earl Grey lattes from Starbucks. I am a huge fan since the tea has less caffeine than a regular cup 'o joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw8Tw7WqI/AAAAAAAABRk/lsYxOOsRoGM/s1600-h/earlgrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw8Tw7WqI/AAAAAAAABRk/lsYxOOsRoGM/s400/earlgrey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433717131822455458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Bell. Prior to this baby, I can honestly say the last time I ate Taco Bell was probably in highschool. This is by far the most random craving of all. Give me either a monster taco (love me some spice) or a good plain bean burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw9D6OaMI/AAAAAAAABR8/Da0eUZ34sd4/s1600-h/taco-volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 85px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hw9D6OaMI/AAAAAAAABR8/Da0eUZ34sd4/s400/taco-volcano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433717144746354882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treadmill accompanied by HGTV, since I am taking a break from running (just a personal decision, not necessary, I know). We switched gyms and now go to Anytime Fitness and love that its not a meat market, seeing as how being a preggo and in spandex, the less peeps I have to see the better...for them and for me, he! he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hzbN9eA-I/AAAAAAAABSM/Yr1Sghvjc68/s1600-h/anytimefitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hzbN9eA-I/AAAAAAAABSM/Yr1Sghvjc68/s400/anytimefitness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433719861863646178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sourpatch Kids. They fall into the "anything sour, salty, or spicy" category that seems to be all I look for when making my meal/food selections. Yum, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2h1YPoul9I/AAAAAAAABSc/tiysc_G1ib8/s1600-h/sourpatch+kids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2h1YPoul9I/AAAAAAAABSc/tiysc_G1ib8/s400/sourpatch+kids.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433722009797171154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy. Hands down, this my favorite read so far! I have been reading through a number of books and this one is right up my alley. Thank you Heather for loaning it to me!  This gal's depiction/recollection of pregnancy and all that comes with it is just my style. Her honest, not overly fussy/fanatical, just plain shoot you straight kinda' writing is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hzaiT_d8I/AAAAAAAABSE/Qv5VBFZ1JsE/s1600-h/girlfriendguide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2hzaiT_d8I/AAAAAAAABSE/Qv5VBFZ1JsE/s400/girlfriendguide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433719850146953154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick-fil-a Lemonade. Love it. Gulp it. Crave it. Writing this makes me crave one now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2h1XtY5UvI/AAAAAAAABSU/TSM1_7ORdzc/s1600-h/chickfila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2h1XtY5UvI/AAAAAAAABSU/TSM1_7ORdzc/s400/chickfila.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433722000603960050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this post might have been the most boring thing ever to anyone reading. But, I want to remember all of these random facts. I know there are a ton more things I am not thinking of that I love, loathe and long for. But, this post has gone long enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;might&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; include a belly update (much to my husband's chagrin, since he thinks my bare belly should not be on the world wide web for all to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also SO tardy in updating on the house status.  Coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2638636425237185131?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2638636425237185131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2638636425237185131' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2638636425237185131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2638636425237185131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-i-love-and-things-i-long-for.html' title='The things I LOVE and the things I LONG for...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S2htMNi_O0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/W6DwrnMpS3Q/s72-c/sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3376764655864148703</id><published>2010-01-19T12:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:35:28.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we get this show on the road already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S1X8HpPmJoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UvOXre_ig-g/s1600-h/bradfordpearbloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S1X8HpPmJoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UvOXre_ig-g/s400/bradfordpearbloom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428522134125553282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno about you guys, but every year around the middle to end of January I start to get the itch for Spring to go ahead and usher itself in. I have had my fill of coooold (hello 20 degrees!) days, enjoyed the Holidays (and taken them down around the house), worn each of my sweaters as much as I care to, and tire of the sun rising later and later each day and still setting far too early in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy February a bit, but...once March gets here...wham! Bring on the Spring with its wee bit warmer weather, optional jackets and 3/4 sleeve shirts, fun Easter candy (oh, how I've missed you Sweet Tart Jelly Beans) and the trees and grass beginning to show a signs of life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the weather this week being in the mid to high 60's, it's an early tease for March.  But, I am no fool. I know we have plenty of cold snaps still headed our way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I for one, am ready to get the show on the road and bid adieu to old man Winter and say beinvenidos a la Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Update.  See, I even had to trash the winter snowflake theme and give things a lighter, err, &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;lier color-scheme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3376764655864148703?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3376764655864148703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3376764655864148703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3376764655864148703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3376764655864148703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-we-get-this-show-on-road-already.html' title='Can we get this show on the road already?'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S1X8HpPmJoI/AAAAAAAABQ0/UvOXre_ig-g/s72-c/bradfordpearbloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5595779911952456378</id><published>2010-01-12T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:30:00.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An assortment of fruits</title><content type='html'>Does/did anyone else look forward to reading the weekly email updates you recieve from Baby Center just to see what fruit your baby's going to be that week?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; doesn't know what a kumquat is????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a pic of our lime-now-lemon from last week's 13 wk sono...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0zwOvNC54I/AAAAAAAABQk/R90ShnIn6cU/s1600-h/13weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0zwOvNC54I/AAAAAAAABQk/R90ShnIn6cU/s400/13weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425975787054622594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below pic of the 1st article of clothing we've snagged for our little one.  I think it sums things up prettly nicely....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0zwuSdmfWI/AAAAAAAABQs/muulNUAb3K8/s1600-h/1stpurchase.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0zwuSdmfWI/AAAAAAAABQs/muulNUAb3K8/s400/1stpurchase.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425976329095249250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5595779911952456378?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5595779911952456378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5595779911952456378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5595779911952456378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5595779911952456378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/assortment-of-fruits.html' title='An assortment of fruits'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0zwOvNC54I/AAAAAAAABQk/R90ShnIn6cU/s72-c/13weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2780026467804908670</id><published>2010-01-12T11:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:18:47.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A short long background story</title><content type='html'>...my attempt at a short story detailing "how we found out". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back to the first week of November, the week we were to leave on our cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Monday and Tuesday mornings I'd woken up and gone running before work. After each run I thought it was odd I didn't have the slightest hint of cramps, since I &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; get them when I am running, right before I get my monthly visitor.  I was thinking to myself "oh great, I am gonna get this crud the day we step on the boat. How lovely, I get to be in swimsuits all week long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning rolls around, I go running. Same outcome. I am seriously perplexed.  We are leaving the.next.day.  Ughhhh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just so happen to have one last test under the counter. I mean, yes, we'd been "trying" for a few months. But honestly the month prior we'd been so busy with the new house construction, the contract on our old house, etc...that I couldn't have told you when my last cyle was or when the "opportune times" were.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Perhaps I should have prefaced this post as being a bit TMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, so I take the test and no sooner can I put the cap on the top and turn it over to wait for the results, when viola!...there they were, 2 pink lines, plain as day, neither of which were the slightest bit faint. Two bold pink lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remember was, gasping in shock, I cupped my hands over my mouth and kept saying "oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh". Then I prayed. Then I cried (happy tears, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Jordan had already left for work.  And there was NO way I was going to call or email him any news of this magnitude.  So, there I was, with the biggest piece of news ever and a whole friggin' day to go to work, normal as always, and hold it inside 'til that evening.  Lemme tell ya, that was THE longest day ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that day I was trying to figure out how to tell Jordan without just blurting it out before he could even put his cark in Park in the garage. (I &lt;i&gt;may&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;may not&lt;/i&gt; have a tendency to be about as patient as a 2 year old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the final idea settled on was to buy a book of baby names and tape the pregnancy test to the front of it and leave it in Jordo's chair in the living room.  I put it there and was just pacing, waiting for the dude to get home.  Soon enough, he did. He walked straight up to his chair and sat down.  All the while I'm in the kitchen trying to hide my face, which is grinning from ear to ear.  He sits in silence then says "hey babe, what is this? Are you about to take a pregnancy test?" then another pause, as he looks closer at the stick and sees the 2 lines...then says "whoah, babe...are you pregnant?!?!?!?". The rest is definitely too cheesy and just plain dorky to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. The attempted (read: failed) short version of how we both discovered our little one was on its way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of that night we were trying to pack for our trip the next morning, all the while giggling and just soaking in our big news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without knowing it, our trip to the French West Indies of the Caribbean ended up being our "Babymoon" of sorts.  No adult beverages for me. We cancelled the zip line through the rainforest and the bike and hike tour.  Instead, we opted for massages and lounging on the beaches at each stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, since I was only 4 weeks at that point, I was not feeling nauseous or having too many food aversions yet.  Thank goodness because that would have made for one &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; week on a rocking cruise ship.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy to think our little lemon (thank you, Baby Center, week 14 update) has already been to so many different countries...such the little traveler they are :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2780026467804908670?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2780026467804908670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2780026467804908670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2780026467804908670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2780026467804908670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-long-background-story.html' title='A &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; long background story'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-546915947412920076</id><published>2010-01-04T17:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:46:21.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Between the Lines</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt like you needed to read between the lines?  That you have to read between the lines to see a small blessing hidden, that maybe you just can't see right now.  That you have to read between the lines to see your future is bright and full of little and big changes, not yet clear to you, but imminent and upon the horizon.   That you have to read between the lines, no matter how faint or bold the lines are, no matter if the lines are black, white, green or say...pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0J5YxiKZaI/AAAAAAAABP0/tkj_W26M2tQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0J5YxiKZaI/AAAAAAAABP0/tkj_W26M2tQ/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423030367827944866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God has blessed you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0J5ZpI3m3I/AAAAAAAABQE/B0rDQSqBVYo/s1600-h/SophiePic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0J5ZpI3m3I/AAAAAAAABQE/B0rDQSqBVYo/s400/SophiePic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423030382754241394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with a BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0KCdJ66wEI/AAAAAAAABQM/xxU6Zzrxwss/s1600-h/8wk+sono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0KCdJ66wEI/AAAAAAAABQM/xxU6Zzrxwss/s400/8wk+sono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423040338698354754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today we are 13 weeks pregnant and couldn't be more excited and thankful.  Our little one should make its grand debut somewhere around July 13th, and just might come out wearing sunscreen and flip flops :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An updated 13 week sono pic and some details of the first trimester to be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Behold, children are a heritage of the LORD and the fruit of the womb is his reward.&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 127:3&lt;/b&gt;&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/6121239719805128779-546915947412920076?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/546915947412920076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=546915947412920076' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/546915947412920076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/546915947412920076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/read-between-lines.html' title='Read Between the Lines'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0J5YxiKZaI/AAAAAAAABP0/tkj_W26M2tQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4186575049254455245</id><published>2010-01-03T17:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:30:47.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anything better than family?!?</title><content type='html'>As we close out the 2009 Holidays and move into 2010 and a new year, I find myself reflecting (no surprise there).  I truly cannot imagine how 2009 would have played out, been filled with memories or come and gone with struggle and triumph, if it weren't for family.  Jordan and I have said it again and again to each other, but we really do feel blessed beyond measure to have &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; strong family ties on both his and my sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from the Holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any of Jordan's crew, but believe me, there'd be a million if I captured all of the photo-worthy occassions we celebrated with them throughout the Holidays.  I mean....afterall...we DO live with his parents right now (not to mention down the street from his aunt's family, brother's family and his nana), so we have been able to really get some quality Frazer-Young time in since pre-Thanksgiving.  Again, I tell you...we are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em6SsXZJI/AAAAAAAABPE/k6EV9PQ_H_g/s1600-h/391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em6SsXZJI/AAAAAAAABPE/k6EV9PQ_H_g/s400/391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422658209222976658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em6GDhuoI/AAAAAAAABO8/Yh91ImH_Wbs/s1600-h/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em6GDhuoI/AAAAAAAABO8/Yh91ImH_Wbs/s400/384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422658205830462082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em5qyBIvI/AAAAAAAABO0/pS4UJhi2otM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em5qyBIvI/AAAAAAAABO0/pS4UJhi2otM/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422658198509265650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em5TO6AfI/AAAAAAAABOs/in9uvI7ajwA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em5TO6AfI/AAAAAAAABOs/in9uvI7ajwA/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422658192187982322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em4wKXtVI/AAAAAAAABOk/3W6OIQgtS0A/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em4wKXtVI/AAAAAAAABOk/3W6OIQgtS0A/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422658182773716306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En7PjQBLI/AAAAAAAABPs/5ZLQh-y47JU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En7PjQBLI/AAAAAAAABPs/5ZLQh-y47JU/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422659325070935218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En6jylAOI/AAAAAAAABPk/XxO-O1s4Lhk/s1600-h/406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En6jylAOI/AAAAAAAABPk/XxO-O1s4Lhk/s400/406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422659313324064994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En6KSBXrI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZD5qXNr9aUE/s1600-h/401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En6KSBXrI/AAAAAAAABPc/ZD5qXNr9aUE/s400/401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422659306476625586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En50OerMI/AAAAAAAABPU/xCENxoBux9k/s1600-h/398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En50OerMI/AAAAAAAABPU/xCENxoBux9k/s400/398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422659300556188866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En5fr4EYI/AAAAAAAABPM/WxZ_e1dhNWc/s1600-h/393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0En5fr4EYI/AAAAAAAABPM/WxZ_e1dhNWc/s400/393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422659295042343298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto 2010.  Here's to a new year and all that may come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4186575049254455245?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4186575049254455245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4186575049254455245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4186575049254455245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4186575049254455245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-there-anything-better-than-family.html' title='Is there anything better than family?!?'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/S0Em6SsXZJI/AAAAAAAABPE/k6EV9PQ_H_g/s72-c/391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3925176191984951825</id><published>2009-12-08T16:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:42:09.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza, Magic and More!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday afternoon, Jordan and I headed down to Waco to help celebrate Mabry's 4th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party invite went a little something like this..."Pizza, Magic and More!  Mabry is turing Four!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope as a mom I can have as good a pulse as my sister does on just &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; my kiddos will actually want (and not what the Mom wants or thinks will look the cutest) for their party.  Not that it has to be over the top or crazy elaborate, but most importantly something your child will enjoy and something that won't stess me out preparing so much, that I don't even have a chance to stop and enjoy the moment(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash was dead-on for what Miss M loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at her favorite little pizza joint.  They had a clown (Buster was her name and she was perfect and oh-so-age-appropriate) who not only was a clown, but also did magic and crazy balloon blow-up thingys.  All of Mabry's little friends really seemed to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds sappy, but I just love days like Saturday.  The kind of day that forces you to take time out and stop, amidst Christmas decorating, shopping, gift wrapping, parties, etc...and watch kiddos simply enjoy themselves. It was actually really refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from the day.  It is hard to believe this little lady is 4!  Well, if the truth be told, she's more like 4 going on 14 :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VF5vBh6I/AAAAAAAABN0/p7AqAdrJWdc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VF5vBh6I/AAAAAAAABN0/p7AqAdrJWdc/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998099520030626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VFhtGKAI/AAAAAAAABNs/Kda9yn2zS1Y/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VFhtGKAI/AAAAAAAABNs/Kda9yn2zS1Y/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998093069494274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VFCH9g7I/AAAAAAAABNk/oq3j-9zPj48/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VFCH9g7I/AAAAAAAABNk/oq3j-9zPj48/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998084592239538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VE9z__DI/AAAAAAAABNc/-Xto9ZEWg4k/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VE9z__DI/AAAAAAAABNc/-Xto9ZEWg4k/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998083434773554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V6fLKLyI/AAAAAAAABOM/GvXkfxSearo/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V6fLKLyI/AAAAAAAABOM/GvXkfxSearo/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412999002923347746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V6Mcs1HI/AAAAAAAABOE/uqH11XKIri4/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V6Mcs1HI/AAAAAAAABOE/uqH11XKIri4/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998997896647794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V5g9WcvI/AAAAAAAABN8/p0PgDaM9GYU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7V5g9WcvI/AAAAAAAABN8/p0PgDaM9GYU/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412998986222433010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mabry Liz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3925176191984951825?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3925176191984951825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3925176191984951825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3925176191984951825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3925176191984951825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/12/pizza-magic-and-more.html' title='Pizza, Magic and More!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sx7VF5vBh6I/AAAAAAAABN0/p7AqAdrJWdc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6101073570264355740</id><published>2009-12-03T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:21:54.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green and Gold at the Silver Star!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend the Baylor Bears headed North to take on the Texas Tech Red Raiders in Arlington at...drumroll please...Cowboys Stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many months ago my Dad got our whole crew some suuhhweet tickets sitting together to cheer on the Baylor Bears.  It was SUCH a fun time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:56861/29d396118a704441b0a6b06ea0ee1e61/image/fbbc2b89d5a2f34d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:56861/29d396118a704441b0a6b06ea0ee1e61/image/fbbc2b89d5a2f34d.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I had been to the stadium once before for a Cowboys game, but this time it was SO neat to see the stadium packed full of Green, Gold, Red and Black.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played well and for a while there I thought we were gonna run away with a "W". But, sadly, in the end, Tech prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the outcome it was still &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a fun time with Mom, Dad, Ash, Scott, Reg, Brooke and Jordan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daddy for a wonderful day!!!!  And no matter what...Sic'em Bears!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6101073570264355740?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6101073570264355740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6101073570264355740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6101073570264355740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6101073570264355740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/12/green-and-gold-at-silver-star.html' title='Green and Gold at the Silver Star!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8182661854176379573</id><published>2009-12-03T14:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:52:13.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruisin' the Caribbean- November 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=9f4e3af0a45b6cda51de36" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=9f4e3af0a45b6cda51de36&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8182661854176379573?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8182661854176379573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8182661854176379573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8182661854176379573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8182661854176379573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/12/cruisin-caribbean-november-2009.html' title='Cruisin&amp;#39; the Caribbean- November 2009'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7714071130552321407</id><published>2009-12-03T13:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:23:03.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>...procrastinated blogging because you'd let too much time and too many events pass by that you just didn't know where to begin or how to &lt;b&gt;briefly&lt;/b&gt; recap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's where I find myself...sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after the Project Runway post (see below), Jordan and I left on an amazing trip to Barbados where we cruised to St. Barths, Antigua, St. Lucia, Grenada and Bequia (near St. Moritz).  It was 10 wonderful days of R &amp; R...much needed amidst selling (and PACKING) the house, construction of our new casa, the stress of work, and family illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, while we were away, we lost an incredible man in our lives.  A man who has greatly shaped Jordan's being and the man he is today, from his values, work ethic, character...you name it... Jordan's grandfather, aka Papa, was &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; a class act.  Not to diminish his passing or skip over it, but rather to preserve Jordan's privacy I won't go into much more detail. But, be sure, he is most certainly missed, though undoubtedly smiling down on us from Above.  We love you and miss you dearly, Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon our return to reality we had a little over a week to pack up the house.  Oh, don't you worry, it took us every single bit of the 10 days we had to get that dern house moved. Oh.My.Word.  We had a wholotta stuff!  Most of all though, we PRAISE God that our house sold!  It was hours of packing and loading (ahem, Jordan did the actual loading), but we kept reminding ourselves that it was a means to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where we went from our sweet, 1st home that we've come to know and love for 5+ years??? Well, just to add a little more crazy to the mix, our new home is still not finished and probably lacks 4-6 weeks more of work.  Soooo, for the time being, we have put all of our things in storage and are living with Jordan's parents.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure who is making the bigger adjustment here?  Jordan's parents, who have had no children in their house and are used to coming and going uninterrupted for quite some time? Or, Jordan and I who just went from a 4 bedroom home to a 1 bedroom "hotel" with a dog. It is a pretty dern great hotel, though.  The kitchen and t.v are waaay better and the cleaning crew doesn't kick out in the mornings.  He, he!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we survived the month of Novemeber.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's December (yikes!!) and time to embrace the quickly approaching Holiday.  With deep breaths, lots of lists and jolly tunes on the radio I think I should make it through with a smile on my face and the Christmas spririt in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post promises to have pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7714071130552321407?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7714071130552321407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7714071130552321407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7714071130552321407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7714071130552321407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-ever.html' title='Have you ever...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1392559409388825449</id><published>2009-11-03T15:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:53:36.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Work!</title><content type='html'>So, she was my stand-out fav from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My predicition for this season's winner of Project Runway is, in the words of Tim Gunn, "the lovely Carol Hannah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SvCklZH_FJI/AAAAAAAABBs/2cSlz-EYTG4/s1600-h/pr6-carolhannah-bio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SvCklZH_FJI/AAAAAAAABBs/2cSlz-EYTG4/s400/pr6-carolhannah-bio.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399996915523720338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am choosing her because I can imagine myself or any "normal" human being &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; donning her clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it's the Southern lady in her that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it's her penchant for dark eyeliner, ehh never mind, scratch that. Who am I kidding.  Tame that stuff down, Missy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SvCklfnUpRI/AAAAAAAABB0/OCpEpLwqV9k/s1600-h/pr6-ep11-ch-timwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SvCklfnUpRI/AAAAAAAABB0/OCpEpLwqV9k/s400/pr6-ep11-ch-timwork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399996917265769746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious.  Does anyone else have a fav for this season's Project Runway?!?!  Do share!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1392559409388825449?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1392559409388825449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1392559409388825449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1392559409388825449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1392559409388825449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-it-work.html' title='Make it Work!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SvCklZH_FJI/AAAAAAAABBs/2cSlz-EYTG4/s72-c/pr6-carolhannah-bio.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2688848119192141116</id><published>2009-11-01T08:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:19:36.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Q: How did  you spend your Halloween?!?</title><content type='html'>A: In a house of &lt;s&gt;organized&lt;/s&gt; chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we are packing!  AHHHHHH! I think this might drive me insane!  But, the task must be complete.  So onward I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck in getting it all done in time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics below of "progress" so far.  It sure &lt;i&gt;felt&lt;/i&gt; like we got more done.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YaDtRpiI/AAAAAAAABBU/ccjih9FA55A/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YaDtRpiI/AAAAAAAABBU/ccjih9FA55A/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139101726320162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YaK0xTSI/AAAAAAAABBM/9MI7txsEz44/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YaK0xTSI/AAAAAAAABBM/9MI7txsEz44/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139103636802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZ2BeDYI/AAAAAAAABBE/peY0Oq1vRQI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZ2BeDYI/AAAAAAAABBE/peY0Oq1vRQI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139098052922754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZs5ET3I/AAAAAAAABA8/mK3BEK1YSes/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZs5ET3I/AAAAAAAABA8/mK3BEK1YSes/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139095601762162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZe4KaZI/AAAAAAAABA0/kE3H6ZbXiq0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YZe4KaZI/AAAAAAAABA0/kE3H6ZbXiq0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139091839871378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YsSO_HlI/AAAAAAAABBk/oB3fPsDk5aw/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YsSO_HlI/AAAAAAAABBk/oB3fPsDk5aw/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139414863453778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YsFjwK_I/AAAAAAAABBc/9fG9T6M4-C8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YsFjwK_I/AAAAAAAABBc/9fG9T6M4-C8/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399139411460893682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the agenda for today:  Kitchen cabinets and hutch/china cabinet (cue the screams!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2688848119192141116?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2688848119192141116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2688848119192141116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2688848119192141116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2688848119192141116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/11/q-how-did-you-spend-your-halloween.html' title='Q: How did  you spend &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Halloween?!?'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Su2YaDtRpiI/AAAAAAAABBU/ccjih9FA55A/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7796116005366577023</id><published>2009-10-31T11:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:30:34.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Wish Upon a Star...</title><content type='html'>This past week Jordo and I headed to the The Happiest Place on Earth...Disney World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great, great time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and his family had work stuff in Orlando, so we decided to make a family affair of it and head out early to take in the parks and have some fun.  And fun we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed I was enjoying myself so much that I failed miserably at documenting the trip with photos. I took 3 pics.  Terrible, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 13 years since I'd been to Disney, so this time it was like seeing things with an new set of eyes.  I loved being there with our neice and nephews and getting to watch their faces as they, too, took in everything.  The two eldest, Peyton and Laurel, had been before, but at younger ages where their memories were...ahem...non-existent.  So, needless to say, all 3 of them were loving the semi-newness of every park, every ride, every show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Animal Kingdom and Epcot the first day.  Whew!  I mean, I can run long distances with the best of them, but man, oh, man, that walking just about killed me!  Glad I went for comfort over fashion donning my running shoes the whole time. I don't know if I would have made it otherwies :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydeLos2I/AAAAAAAABAk/lVQZ72l40SU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydeLos2I/AAAAAAAABAk/lVQZ72l40SU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815903954023266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was spent at Hollywood Studios (previously known as MGM Studios).  It was SO much fun!  The Rockin' Roller Coaster and Tower of Terror were my kinda rides! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydofsaLI/AAAAAAAABAs/RMEWizO-7wA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydofsaLI/AAAAAAAABAs/RMEWizO-7wA/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815906722506930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited The Magic Kingdom the following day. No matter how old I get, this Park with always be my favorite.  I love the nostalgia of it all.  It's a Small World, The Teacups, etc...  One slight glitch though, Space Mountain was CLOSED for repairts, much to our dismay, sadness, devistation, disappointment.  Okay, okay, I know, you get the picture, but man, were we bummed! We DID however, manage to ride Thunder Mountain Railroad time and again.  It's an oldie but a goodie, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydMEsLFI/AAAAAAAABAc/WFTKic4XGvA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydMEsLFI/AAAAAAAABAc/WFTKic4XGvA/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398815899093052498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afer some repeat park visits the rest of the time, the last day we headed to Downtown Disney.  That place is great for adults (Pleasure Island) and kids.  They have a Lego store to.die.for.  Every kind of Lego and accessory you can imagine.  And this place called the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique (cue Cinderella song) where girls can go get hair and makeup done up and put on Princess clothes! The restaurants in Downtown Disney are yum, yum, yum, too!  No cafeteria lines, chicken nuggets or fries here folks. It was a welcome change :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we had a great time, lucked out on the weather (it was super hot but no rain) and were met with minial crowds at each park.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I were both talking about how much fun it will be to go back with our &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; kiddos someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-I-C- see ya real soon!  K-E-Y- why? because we like you! M-O-U-S-E...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7796116005366577023?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7796116005366577023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7796116005366577023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7796116005366577023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7796116005366577023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-things-disney.html' title='When You Wish Upon a Star...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SuxydeLos2I/AAAAAAAABAk/lVQZ72l40SU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2242038044471804318</id><published>2009-10-21T21:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:49:09.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fredericksburg + Friends = FUN!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, amidst the excitement of Miles' birth, Jordan and I headed down to Fredericksburg with our good friends Darin, Kami, Bobby and Kristen.  The occassion for this top-10 weekend getaway was the boys' pledge brutha and friend, Derek's marriage to his sweet fiance, Sharman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly cannot recall a time that I have laughed so much.  I guess it's a sign that we have all been pretty stressed, burned out at work, exhausted, etc...you name it, because as soon as we all arrived, we were geared up for a fun, laid back weekend escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami booked an uber-cool cabin for the 6 of us.  It was on this ranch, basically out in the middle of nowhere (but a convenient 10 minute drive from town).  Literally within 5 minutes of arriving, we had made ourselves at home, donned our comfy sweats and were on our way to enjoying ourselves.  The TV did not even get turned on the entire time we were there.  With boys and college football season, that's pretty impressive.  Can you say Sports Center withdrawl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying up waaay too late Friday night, we all groggily awoke Saturday for one of the most gorgeous fall days, to be spent in the Texas Hill Country. The boys headed straight into town to find a Biergarten to watch the TX-OU game.  As for the ladies, we had shopping on the brain. I'm pretty sure everyone was a happy camper given the day's itinerary :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A9mwTspI/AAAAAAAAA_s/qVfHxgG0zLI/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A9mwTspI/AAAAAAAAA_s/qVfHxgG0zLI/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243043220861586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A9c1FXMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/WoTFwZg_PKc/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A9c1FXMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/WoTFwZg_PKc/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243040556539074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8xh-8ZI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Zo8mo3Yk6Kg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8xh-8ZI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Zo8mo3Yk6Kg/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243028933702034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8tPLwfI/AAAAAAAAA_U/iuZfvbwsYLs/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8tPLwfI/AAAAAAAAA_U/iuZfvbwsYLs/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243027781108210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8fmebcI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-Oyhpu_kWLU/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A8fmebcI/AAAAAAAAA_M/-Oyhpu_kWLU/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243024120704450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the wedding. It took place at the bride's uncle's ranch, which sits atop an amazing mountain'ish ridge.  I kid you not, it was absolutely perfect!  The weather was zero humidity and in the mid 70's, the views spectacular, the decor perfectly ranch chic, the food deelish (they had a mac n' cheese bar), and the band was rockin'.  Not a single detail was overlooked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had the best time!  We even convinced our boys to strut their stuff out on the dance floor, which, if you even slightly know Jordan, Darin or Bobby, this was a HUGE fete!  A big shout out to Mike Marshall for getting the dance party started and showing the boys that the dance floor didn't bite :).  The wives totally owe and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BfLSBOBI/AAAAAAAABAU/wsjQ8uyxQP0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BfLSBOBI/AAAAAAAABAU/wsjQ8uyxQP0/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243619961616402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BewuV--I/AAAAAAAABAM/Cqg_O_LMQGY/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BewuV--I/AAAAAAAABAM/Cqg_O_LMQGY/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243612832660450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BelXCLuI/AAAAAAAABAE/5OBnpC-V7wA/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BelXCLuI/AAAAAAAABAE/5OBnpC-V7wA/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243609782103778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BeRYETOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/96FmOdP4DAs/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BeRYETOI/AAAAAAAAA_8/96FmOdP4DAs/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243604417727714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BeMCdx1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/zdaV_3F6liI/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_BeMCdx1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/zdaV_3F6liI/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395243602984945490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is better than a weekend getaway that includes some of your closest friends, a beautiful country setting, fantastic shopping (read: window shopping) and so many laughing fits that you're left with sore abs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2242038044471804318?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2242038044471804318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2242038044471804318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2242038044471804318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2242038044471804318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/fredericksburg-friends-fun.html' title='Fredericksburg + Friends = FUN!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St_A9mwTspI/AAAAAAAAA_s/qVfHxgG0zLI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4350149430836357444</id><published>2009-10-20T12:17:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:04:15.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Miles!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St36if29uFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/M_QOmFVBEic/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp63246%253Enu%253D3255%253E657%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D33554%253B68%253A432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/St36if29uFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/M_QOmFVBEic/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp63246%253Enu%253D3255%253E657%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D33554%253B68%253A432%253Bnu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2963712369353781469</id><published>2009-10-16T00:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:20:54.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's here!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift! &lt;br /&gt;                          2 Corinthians 9:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Miles Scott Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/StgCKogbqYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/CzyIysQqTQA/s1600-h/Miles+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/StgCKogbqYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/CzyIysQqTQA/s400/Miles+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393062935471565186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Weighing 8 pounds 2 ounces and measuring 20 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is doing well. A more detailed post with lots of sweet pics to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2963712369353781469?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2963712369353781469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2963712369353781469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2963712369353781469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2963712369353781469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s here!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/StgCKogbqYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/CzyIysQqTQA/s72-c/Miles+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1988721701422458607</id><published>2009-10-02T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:57:49.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fav!</title><content type='html'>Love 'em! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SsYUo5wrA2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/C9KPLTwh7EQ/s1600-h/candywarehouse_2075_1277378866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SsYUo5wrA2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/C9KPLTwh7EQ/s400/candywarehouse_2075_1277378866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388016697127666530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Friday Favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&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/6121239719805128779-1988721701422458607?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1988721701422458607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1988721701422458607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1988721701422458607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1988721701422458607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-fav.html' title='Friday Fav!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SsYUo5wrA2I/AAAAAAAAA7k/C9KPLTwh7EQ/s72-c/candywarehouse_2075_1277378866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8737565845321698510</id><published>2009-09-23T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:36:49.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...</title><content type='html'>...Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;   Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;br /&gt;   These are a few of my favorite things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...let's fast forward to 2009, shall we.  See ya Sound of Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout a little alliteration for a nice Wednesday evening, huh folks?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few &lt;strong&gt;favorite things &lt;/strong&gt;this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt; - this month rings in the official beginning of fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeves &lt;/strong&gt;- short or long it makes no difference to me. Anything is an improvement from sleeveless and/or sweat-hiding work attire (i.e. black matte jersey dresses, black capris and more black, black, black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soup &lt;/strong&gt;- white chicken chili, homemade chicken noodle, any kinda chowder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMf4Hsj3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZV2c1P5XzxI/s1600-h/white+chicken+chili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMf4Hsj3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZV2c1P5XzxI/s400/white+chicken+chili.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384841152487526258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season change&lt;/strong&gt; - crisper mornings, some days that aren't in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sports&lt;/strong&gt; - any and all college football (Sic'em) as well as the Cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMgAlgwEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Ie6wzMbK2uY/s1600-h/rg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMgAlgwEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Ie6wzMbK2uY/s400/rg3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384841154760065090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweats &lt;/strong&gt;-busting out the velour track-suit again! (sorry husband, i know how much you truly despise it, but it's simply a must)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMg8Oes4I/AAAAAAAAAuE/CKOBI67KWs4/s1600-h/tracksuit.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/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMg8Oes4I/AAAAAAAAAuE/CKOBI67KWs4/s400/tracksuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384841170769589122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else out there as glad to see September arrive and honestly, nearly be gone?  I cannot believe it is already September 23rd. I seriously felt like we &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; had Labor Day weekend.  Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year and am relishing in this week's cold front.  Do any of you gals have favorite things?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8737565845321698510?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8737565845321698510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8737565845321698510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8737565845321698510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8737565845321698510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/09/raindrops-on-roses-and-whiskers-on.html' title='Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrrMf4Hsj3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/ZV2c1P5XzxI/s72-c/white+chicken+chili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1064914297661228884</id><published>2009-09-20T14:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:08:32.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sic'em! No, come'on now, sic'em harder!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Jordan and I loaded up Sophie and we were off for yet another weekend of travel South-bound on 35.  This time, though, it was for some Baylor Bear football action!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; an exiciting spring and summer leading up to the season with the growing support and exicitment surrounding the team this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI9K6WhhI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O38YntD8T38/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI9K6WhhI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O38YntD8T38/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383640989050504722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were clad in our green and gold and ready for a "W". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tailgating beforehand was so much fun, with tons of people pumped up for not only the game, but the season ahead.  I think everyone I talked to shared the same sentiment...this is &lt;b&gt;our&lt;/b&gt; year for some victories!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool to see such a large crowd of current students and alumni all herding into the stadium to cheer on the Green and Gold.  There was a great turnout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI-WfyaZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Yr9Kz6yEMxM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI-WfyaZI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Yr9Kz6yEMxM/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383641009340180882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI9yWhukI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nxlEig2tbt8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI9yWhukI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nxlEig2tbt8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383640999637662274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, U-Conn had a plan of their own, which did not bode well for Baylor.  Although we started out pretty strong and things were really looking good, we began to slack on both sides of the field and, alas, gave up the win to U-Conn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI_6pqssI/AAAAAAAAAts/2PgteUF2RhA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI_6pqssI/AAAAAAAAAts/2PgteUF2RhA/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383641036225163970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI_G7zTjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/A7SwaQzeZnA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI_G7zTjI/AAAAAAAAAtk/A7SwaQzeZnA/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383641022342581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Baylor bear did not seam to notice the scoreboard :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bears still have a lot of football left to play this year and I have faith in RG3and his teammates that this &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; be a good year for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Go Bears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1064914297661228884?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1064914297661228884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1064914297661228884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1064914297661228884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1064914297661228884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/09/sicem-no-comeon-now-sicem-harder.html' title='Sic&apos;em! No, come&apos;on now, sic&apos;em harder!!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SraI9K6WhhI/AAAAAAAAAtM/O38YntD8T38/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5666017302205393495</id><published>2009-09-15T22:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:09:08.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Down Memory Lane...</title><content type='html'>Is it possible for "seems like it was just yesterday" to also feel like "its been a million years?"  Well, to me, the answer is a resounding 'Yes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had my 10 Year Highschool Reunion, and man, oh, man, is it hard to believe that 1) 10 years have already passed and 2)I seriously thought some of my hair styles and clothing choices back then were even remotely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...back on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a class officer and therefore was tagged nearly a year ago to help in planning the Reunion Weekend events.  Through many months of emails and numerous conference calls with fellow planners (none of us still live in Waco, and most are pretty well spread-out) we planned a simple but event-full couple of days for our fellow classmates of Midway High School Class of 1999.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the Prince song, please.  "I'm gonna party like it's nineteen ninety-nine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, aside from the absolute monsoon that announced its arrival in Texas on Thursday and finally left this morning (yes, today &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Tuesday), the weekend's festivities went off without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I take that back. I did not attend the game, nor did any of the alumni I don't think?  It was literally pouring down buckets upon buckets of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we hosted a lunch at our &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt; High School.  The power was out due to the crazy rain, so they had to relocate us...drumroll please...to what used to be the Senior Hall. Ha!!! It was actually pretty nostalgic.  Our old lockers, classrooms, etc...Man, if those walls could talk!  Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftertwards we all headed over to the Taj-Mahal-of-a-place that they call the new High School.  That. Place. Was. Massive.  Talk about upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we hosted the "main event" at the Texas Sports Hall of Fame.  The food, the company, the slideshow, 90's iPod playlist, etc...It was all perfectly fitting for our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, thank heavens for nametags with classmate's Senior pictures on them. Those suckers were lifesavers!  Honestly, though, thanks to Blogs and Facebook, there was not nearly the level of shock, amount of double takes, or desperate wracking your brain for names as what there could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great, great weekend spent catching up many good, old, familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The picture where we are noticeably younger is from our Senior Trip to Cancun. Yeah, don't be jealous of our sweet outfits, hair, and the must-have item of the season...the across-the-chest purse!  Too, too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYDDfXNHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SbGPLJnWCGc/s1600-h/reunion4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYDDfXNHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SbGPLJnWCGc/s400/reunion4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381898364207445106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYCugSEbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/0z6CuOFcOZE/s1600-h/reunion3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYCugSEbI/AAAAAAAAAs8/0z6CuOFcOZE/s400/reunion3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381898358574158258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYCcX-05I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Pe4A5XvCPlg/s1600-h/reunion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYCcX-05I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Pe4A5XvCPlg/s400/reunion2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381898353707504530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYB5Op6KI/AAAAAAAAAss/2ucIKuYvgs0/s1600-h/reunion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYB5Op6KI/AAAAAAAAAss/2ucIKuYvgs0/s400/reunion1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381898344273143970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5666017302205393495?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5666017302205393495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5666017302205393495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5666017302205393495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5666017302205393495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-recap-old-school-style.html' title='A Walk Down Memory Lane...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SrBYDDfXNHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SbGPLJnWCGc/s72-c/reunion4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2745249198840938595</id><published>2009-09-03T11:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:52:58.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'Cause...</title><content type='html'>...I think he's pretty dern cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sp_0A0h9p1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/s_HyCx_40YM/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sp_0A0h9p1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/s_HyCx_40YM/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377284775041935186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the hubs pose for a pic as we headed into the Cowboys game last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy to pieces!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2745249198840938595?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2745249198840938595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2745249198840938595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2745249198840938595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2745249198840938595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-cause.html' title='Just &apos;Cause...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sp_0A0h9p1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/s_HyCx_40YM/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1464219492206790069</id><published>2009-08-31T15:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:49:30.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinkled with Love</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my sister's best friend Lois, my mom, Brooke (sis-in-law-to-be) and I all threw Ashley a Sprinkle* to celebrate the upcoming debut of sweet, baby Miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* still with lots of love, just not a shower (as with 1st babies), but rather a sprinkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great day!  Ashley's nearest and dearest all drove in (except for Jamie, she was local) for the day to celebrate. It was a quaint group of girls and I think everyone had good time, and most importantly, I think it was a relaxing time for the Mama-of-&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;-to-be :):).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out with pedicures accompanied by mimosas and funny conversations about this and that.  We were all laughing at just how &lt;em&gt;IN &lt;/em&gt;the know everyone is about everyone else's bizness, thanks to Facebook. Maybe a little &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;in-the-know?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pedis we headed to Sironia for a scrumptious lunch. Scott brought Mabry for the lunch portion of the Sprinkle. She was so excited to be a part of the special day for Miles, especially to be lunching with the ladies, she was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;such &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the big girl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended lunch with cupcakes from Sprinkles followed by some gift opening by Ash, along with her " I couldn't have done it without you" helper, Mabry. Insert huge wink, wink here ;). It was special to see how protective Mabry already is of Miles.  She was sure to show everyone what her Mommy was getting for her baby brother, and how it was &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;for Miles, &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;for Miles. It was important stuff, people :).  She was too, too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the pics you'll see a clothesline with onesies, shoes, a bib, etc...hanging.  Mom and I were brainstorming ideas for decorating the lunch area and hanging the clothes came up. Well, my sweet dad volunteered and proceeded to construct that thing himself, from scratch, cut, sanded, painted, the whole bit. Plus, he even came to help set-up and take down all of the party stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom created the cute boxes with the neat-o ribbon, flowers, stuffed animal and lovey. Brooke brought all of the bubbly and cupcakes from Dallas.  Lois was in charge of the uber-cute invites. It was such a fun, fun time putting it together for Miss Ash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all very excited to meet Miles in just a few, short weeks. He will be here before we know it! I am so thankful for a wonderful day spent with a great group of girls honoring Ashley and Miles.  Now bring on the blue :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw2091rNdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/neWBwIEqwY4/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw2091rNdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/neWBwIEqwY4/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376232338754319826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw20WKUSTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gQ5KVbk0spg/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw20WKUSTI/AAAAAAAAAsU/gQ5KVbk0spg/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376232328103479602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw2Aj_UZTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/poBI0iIzO3w/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw0E_x0JiI/AAAAAAAAArE/TieBJ-_pq5w/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376229315618022946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1464219492206790069?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1464219492206790069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1464219492206790069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1464219492206790069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1464219492206790069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/08/sprinkled-with-love.html' title='Sprinkled with Love'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Spw2091rNdI/AAAAAAAAAsc/neWBwIEqwY4/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5114843425856893123</id><published>2009-08-18T07:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:35:09.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Vaca/Weekend Get-Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend Jordan and I hijacked our dear, dear friends Darin and Kami and decided to get the heck outta Dodge (what does that expression mean, anyway?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's parents have a house on the bay in the sleepy, beach town of Rockport ,TX (it's 30 minutes from Corpus Christi). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S0...after weeks and weeks of crazy, hairy, stressful days, we thought some r&amp;amp;r and a slower pace sounded like the perfect way to spend a long weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flew out Thursday night. Barely. We were to leave out of Dallas and had a connecting flight in Houston and whatdya know, they shut the dern Houston Hobby airport down because of T-storms. Oh NOOOO!!!! But, alas, after a few hours of chillin' at jam-packed Love Field, our wishes came true, and we were Rockport-bound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pics and go into great detail about the trip, if 1) I had taken any pics or 2)we'd had a full itinerary. Nope. Fraid not folks. This weekend was all about doing a wholotta nuthin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View of the back of the house from across the inlet&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371397327697853490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SosJaSDpvDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/46_IqqqNfhk/s400/ROckport+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our long weekend consisted of 1 trip to the grocery for essentials (dips, chips, snacks, beverages) and reluctantly getting cleaned up each night to venture out for dinner to MoonDog's on Friday and Los Comales on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of our days were filled with sleeping in, catching some rays, lounging in the pool, fishing off the dock, hilariously watching the boys attempt kayaking (they eventually synchronized themselves) and last, but not least-vegging out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time. It's as though when you pull into the driveway there, you leave all thoughts of work, stress, blah, blah, blah...at the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to get back to slower-paced times in Rockport again, soon. Until then...we shall live to fight another day in the rat race that is life as we all know it. Yes, reality sure does stink sometimes, that's for sure! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5114843425856893123?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5114843425856893123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5114843425856893123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5114843425856893123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5114843425856893123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-vacaweekend-get-away.html' title='Mini-Vaca/Weekend Get-Away!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SosJaSDpvDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/46_IqqqNfhk/s72-c/ROckport+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2783800997743248911</id><published>2009-08-11T21:31:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:26:03.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kinda Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend I had quite possibly one of THE most memorable times I've had in a long, long time. Jordan and I had the opportunity to head to Cowboys Training Camp in good 'ole San Antone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It.Was.Greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jordan's work does a good bit of advertising with one of the TV networks here in DFW, and we were invited to go with them as guests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We all flew down on Sunday early morning. All of the guys headed straight to the links for the sweatfest that is golfing in San Antonio, Tx at 12noon in the middle of August (ummm, no thanks). I, being the far more intelligent one (I kid, I kid), opted to stay at the &lt;a href="http://www.hotelvalencia-riverwalk.com/"&gt;hotel &lt;/a&gt;and enjoy me a little R&amp;amp;R...in-room massage style! It was such a treat!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That evening the group (13 or so of us) headed to &lt;a href="http://www.acenar.com/"&gt;dinner &lt;/a&gt;and were joined by the lead Sportscaster for the network. We all noshed on some yummy Mexican fare while we heard the latest and greatest from training camp, the players, the whole dish...getting us pumped for our visit with Jerry and the players the following day. I was so giddy it was pathetic! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day we slept in and took it easy in the morning. Around lunchtime the group loaded onto our bus to head to a private lunch with the Jones clan at &lt;a href="http://www.mitierracafe.com/default.html"&gt;Mi Tierra&lt;/a&gt;. When we got there they had a back, private room for us with Cowboys paraphernalia adorning the table and walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, as I keep going on an on and into way too much detail, its occuring to me that to anyone reading this post who's not a big Dallas Cowboys fan (is there such a thing?), this is probably getting pretty obnoxious. So, please, by all means, feel free to click elsewhere onto someone else's blog. I don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And back on track. Speeding things up a bit.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We enjoyed a great lunch and chatted up the Jones crew about who the big surprises were in Camp, the welcomed exit of the circus that was T.O., Romo's camp performance thus far, now that he's sans Jessica, Martellus Bennett and his new alter-ego Marty B., etc....But, for the most part, we talked some serious football and what their hoping/expecting/planning for the season in the new stadium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch it was back on the bus straight to....drumroll please....The Alamodome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I cannot tell you how flippin' pumped I was at this point. Jordan was laughing at me, I was so excited (yes, I am fully aware that I am a nerd).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368914640763521570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3a4gaiiI/AAAAAAAAApk/0DNNsCAmvgs/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan and I posing with Jerry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We got off the bus, get our VIP credentials and headed straight to the field as they were finishing up their Special Teams practice. Pretty soon, before my very eyes and within arm's reach, all of the guys were on the field running plays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368914670149910290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3cl-rPxI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Y60zE3xeeOE/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martellus Bennett and Marion Barber chattin' up on the sideline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you want a mental image of what I looked like, picture one of those Asians you see at Disneyworld with their camera and big grin on their face, snapping a million pictures a minute. Yep, that was me. I mean, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-kimberly-youngno-not-kim-kimberly.html"&gt;Kim Young&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368914644845205122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3bHtkFoI/AAAAAAAAAps/OwcwrWuSpvo/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. Price...she's like the team mom. Hilarious!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of practice we were given goody bags with shirts, caps, footballs and a sharpee pen for autographs. You shoulda seen me. I was like the paparazzi as I was going after the players asking them to sign my football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I managed to snag, in no particular order: Marion Barber, Martellus Bennett, Patrick Creighton, Sam Hurd, Miles Austin, Wade Phillips, Mark Columbo, Jason Whitten., ummm, and maybe some others, but I can't recall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;track down Romo. He shed his jersey super quick (So as to not get noticed as easily I guess. Umm, hellooooo, you're Tony Romo. People would recognize you with a paper sack on, you nerd).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was hanging around off to the far, far side of the crowd. I bee-lined it to him and walked straight up to him, football in hand and said "Hey Tony, could I get your autograph really quick?" He looked me straight in the eye, leaned in, like he was reaching for my football, then did this quick dart move, said "Gotta go!" and ran deep asking for a pass from some random teenage ball boy. Uggggh. In the words of Stephanie Tanner from Full House, "How rude!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368914651782035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3bhjbtzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/wHUFPf6ghTo/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romo warming up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whitten, of course, was as nice as can be, which came as no surpise to me. He was polite, patient, conversational, etc...just an all-around friendly guy to a bunch of &lt;s&gt;friendly&lt;/s&gt; eager fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368914663955828386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3cO55DqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/UIiCS4kgw1g/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#8&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2...my fav...Jason Whitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; day! I think I drove Jordan nuts on the flight home thanking him about twenty million times for making me his +1 for the trip. I loved every minute of it! What a cool, cool opportunity it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More pics below....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368917231522404898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI5xr1d2iI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BmfaeK5ahSo/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romo calling a play during the 2 minute drills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368917252276485170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI5y5Jn_DI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OyT1de9ww2M/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felix Jones taking a knee. Let's hope he stays healthy this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368917221061235506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI5xE3VEzI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LXsB02qgkJE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good 'ole boy Coach Wade Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368917245546864258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI5ygFKHoI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UUMEZyS2Ub8/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miles Austin and Martellus "Marty B." Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368917237106111298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI5yAouc0I/AAAAAAAAAqc/_RRFWIEEgUM/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My fav, Whitten, walking back to the huddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How 'bout them Cowboys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's to a great season ahead!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2783800997743248911?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2783800997743248911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2783800997743248911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2783800997743248911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2783800997743248911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-kinda-camp.html' title='My Kinda Camp!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SoI3a4gaiiI/AAAAAAAAApk/0DNNsCAmvgs/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5453309554247876430</id><published>2009-07-30T15:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:47:56.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumpit</title><content type='html'>Am I the only one that thinks the &lt;a href="http://www.bighappiehair.com/"&gt;Bumpit &lt;/a&gt;is hilarious? Both in name and in concept!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364356915999708978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SnIGMYqSlzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/f_nS9r7Qzx0/s400/instructions.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364354649131523890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SnIEIb6zHzI/AAAAAAAAAos/19azdlbjVMY/s400/kat-black-scarf-sept-08.gif" border="0" /&gt; I am probably super late hopping on to the latest hairstyle bus, but I didn't even know such a thing existed. I guess I am an old-school tease and spray girl , that is &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt; I change up my hair (which is rarely) for say...a big night out &lt;s&gt;on the town&lt;/s&gt; in the suburbs. (To be honest, hairspray kinda scares me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of girls sporting this look, and I guess I just always assumed they had a ton-o-hair or were teasing the heck out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it was a Bumpit?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5453309554247876430?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5453309554247876430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5453309554247876430' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5453309554247876430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5453309554247876430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/bumpit.html' title='Bumpit'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SnIGMYqSlzI/AAAAAAAAAo0/f_nS9r7Qzx0/s72-c/instructions.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-900699645128330019</id><published>2009-07-29T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:56:22.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1-Word Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363942392263160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SnCNL7aBNFI/AAAAAAAAAog/zuAApb0EWrw/s400/edtrunks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mankini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-900699645128330019?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/900699645128330019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=900699645128330019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/900699645128330019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/900699645128330019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-word-wednesday.html' title='1-Word Wednesday'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SnCNL7aBNFI/AAAAAAAAAog/zuAApb0EWrw/s72-c/edtrunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7686853154687342229</id><published>2009-07-21T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:45:47.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Question</title><content type='html'>So, I am not sure how many gals (i know there are no &lt;em&gt;admitted&lt;/em&gt; men readers) read my blog that aren't mamas yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is my question: have any of you ever felt crazy pressure/need to claim a name?  like there could possibly become a shortage of viable names...i know, i am a bit neurotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is seriously something in the water and it seems as though a million and one gal pals of mine are preggo....so of course they are snagging some oh-so-cute, some original and some more common baby names.  BUT, i also have a few (not a lot, to be honest) friends who are neither expecting nor "trying" and already have reserved girl and boy names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that this sort of freaks me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7686853154687342229?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7686853154687342229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7686853154687342229' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7686853154687342229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7686853154687342229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-question.html' title='Random Question'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4221804483554237128</id><published>2009-07-21T11:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:45:48.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarillo By Mornin'...up from San Antone Dallas Love</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we hopped on plane and headed to Amarillo to celebrate a very special 80th birthday... Mee Maw's (my dad's mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quick but great trip to the good 'ole Texas Panhandle :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anisa (couisin) and Sheila (aunt) coordinated the whole evening and it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a deelish dinner at Napoli's in downtown, noshing on some mighty tasty Italian fare while enjoying a chance to catch up with family members we don't get to see nearly often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360954258375896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SmXvfpOc7VI/AAAAAAAAAoA/f2ExN11gUK4/s400/010_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we headed back to my grandparents' house for more visiting and catch-up time. PaPaw captured Mabry's attention the entire time with his array of gadgets, toys, and tricks. She was loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360954263278069810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SmXvf7fOKDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/91MW0G7Uzx4/s400/012_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360954266322953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SmXvgG1LZYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/fh_rx3gShNA/s400/013_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The trip it was a great time, spent celebrating our MeeMaw and the 80 years that she has made wonderful memories and a lasting impact on those near and dear...her family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360954265131670850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SmXvgCZJ3UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/NqvLxqhGNGo/s400/015_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We love you MeeMaw. Here's to many more birthdays celebrating YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4221804483554237128?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4221804483554237128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4221804483554237128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4221804483554237128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4221804483554237128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/amarillo-by-mornin-up-from-san-antone.html' title='Amarillo By Mornin&apos;...up from &lt;s&gt;San Antone&lt;/s&gt; Dallas Love'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SmXvfpOc7VI/AAAAAAAAAoA/f2ExN11gUK4/s72-c/010_opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8124449623376028107</id><published>2009-07-15T14:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:12:29.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the plunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take the plunge:&lt;/u&gt; to begin an unfamiliar venture, especially after hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use it in a sentence please?&lt;br /&gt;They've decided to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;take the plunge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and put their house up for sale*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358796600038759410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sl5FHZjhm_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/rIz-DSD9OSk/s400/front_opt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358772207555558178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sl4u7keVuyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/qKo4AOaoIJY/s400/houseblog+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt; *Please note the terrible timing of quite possibly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; toughest times in this nation's residential real estate market's history ( I know, I know, the 80's were bad, too, but hey, I was less than 4 years old and don't remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and I are feeling confident about our decision. We truly are trusting that God knows the road ahead and also knows of the bumps and curves we'll entail, but that as always, He will see us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes folks, we are taking the plunge. But, no folks, we're not alone. Sighhh....what a peaceful way to jump if ya hafta jump on in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish us &lt;s&gt;luck&lt;/s&gt; peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s...we do have a real sign in our yard folks. i just scribbled through all of the contact info, ya know, for privacy's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.p.s...i am the listing agent &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; owner selling my own house! yes, i'm pretty sure I.AM.NUTS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8124449623376028107?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8124449623376028107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8124449623376028107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8124449623376028107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8124449623376028107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-take-plunge.html' title='Take the plunge'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sl5FHZjhm_I/AAAAAAAAAn4/rIz-DSD9OSk/s72-c/front_opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5893785394092313192</id><published>2009-07-02T16:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:23:03.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't read...</title><content type='html'>...unless I am on vacation...and even then I often times opt for a good People or Southern Living read. I just don't usually have the patience ( i know, shocker. &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, lacking patience? never!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This vacation was to be different, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom asked me before we left for Gulf Shores if I had any good summer books that I was planning to dive into. "Nahh, not really. I just never take or make the time. I know, I know, I'm pathetic ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She offered to bring one she thought would be up my alley and said, "No hurt feelings if it's not your thing, but I'll bring it along for ya." Mom and Dad &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;a href="http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-bama-time.html"&gt;Griswolds&lt;/a&gt;, afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo and behold, mom had me tagged...she brought and I read (read: bookworm deluxe) and FELL.IN.LOVE. with &lt;a href="http://www.jamespatterson.com/books_womens_murder_club.html"&gt;James Patterson's The Women's Murder series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of suspense, plenty of humor, a tad bit o' romance. Now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my kind of book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished 1st To Die early into the vacation (lamenting I didn't have the next one with me to start reading)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973794096313650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sk0izJXcdTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sTkyI-UTmS0/s400/lg-1stToDie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumped into 2nd Chance the night we got back and just finished it up last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973794108092706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sk0izJaQMSI/AAAAAAAAAng/NyTue1iCVzw/s400/lg-2ndChance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm on to 3rd Degree, and cannot wait to see what Ms. Lindsey Boxer has in store for herself this time around. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353973797099346802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sk0izUjbG3I/AAAAAAAAAno/2ieMi61VR8Q/s400/lg-3rdDegree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know most of you all are probably avid readers and have heard of James Patterson a million gazillion times and this Women's Murder Club Series, too. But for me, I am glad to have been introduced (shout out, Mama) to this little series and wanted to share my latest obsession with all you readers...you know, all &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; of you :).  Wink, wink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5893785394092313192?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5893785394092313192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5893785394092313192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5893785394092313192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5893785394092313192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-read.html' title='I don&apos;t read...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sk0izJXcdTI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sTkyI-UTmS0/s72-c/lg-1stToDie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-527715246302862863</id><published>2009-06-28T08:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:49:23.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop! 'Bama Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381035015231490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd6MXae2AI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5XoClZQW2js/s400/Bama%2709+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was as though the stars had all magically alligned...all 9.5 of us (baby boy Warren's baking)were actually able to coordinate our calendars and find a week to get away for a much-needed beach vacation. It took some major planning ahead, but we snagged a week, then secured a beach house to invade and call our own for a week...The Blue Parrot...Gulf Shores, Alabama...also known as The Redneck Riviera :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383353402248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd8TUFBTnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nk3aiF34-cw/s400/Bama%2709+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It.Was.Greatness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background: We vacationed in Gullf Shores 2 years ago with the whole clan and just loved it. We'd been many, many years ago when I was in Jr. High, but not returned since. We fell in love with the Alabama side of things as it's a little less crowded than Destin, but with the same great water, sugar sand beaches and deelish restaurants. Honestly, though, how could you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; like a beach location? A beach is a beach is a beach and is better than a concrete jungle and the daily work grind any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, fast forward to 2009. Sorry got a little off track there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and Dad made the long trek with the Yukon loaded to the brim, think Griswolds Family Vacation. Bless their hearts. They thought of it all, packed it all and had every need or want covered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke, Reg, Jordan and I took an early a.m. flight out and Ash, Scott and Mabry flew out a bit later that day. By 3:30 on Saturday afternoon, we were all in our suits getting our first bit of beach lovin' in. Talk about making the most of your time :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach house was perfect and sat directly on the beach with its own pool, which was more like a bathtub at times due to the 125 degree temps. It was the ideal set-up for little Miss Mabry. When she'd had enough of sand and sea, we could transfer her to the pool and voilah...we had a happy camper all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate well (of course, duh, it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; vacation) dining on yummy seafood at some our of favorite spots. One night we ate in and feasted on a scrumptious margarita chicken sandwich dinner courtesy of Brooke and Reg. Man, that girl can cook!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played well. I got a little frisbee 101 from my dad and I am sure the whole group appreciated his concerted effort...as I was all over the place. But com'on, &lt;em&gt;there was wind people&lt;/em&gt;. I am sure that was why my frisbee never went were I intended...uh huh, yeahhh....right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabry loved the sand and managed to get it in places her Mom and Dad didn't know possible. Wow what a difference 2 years makes. She wanted nothing to do with sand or sea in 2007, but this time she was a beach babe, all the way! And the ocean...that's a funny story too. She'd grab a handful of sand and go running towards the waves at full speed screaming "Arhhhh, it's time to feed the ocean!". The fellow beach go'ers around us must have been scratching their heads a bit. She was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attempted some sand castles but quickly discovered we did not have the skills. My castle towers looked more like bee hives. Maybe next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each night after dinner the whole crew (sans Mabry) would put our game faces on and gather 'round the dining table for an intense game of Mexican Dominoes, a family favorite. A little friendly competition and ribbing always does a body good. Thick skin required and no emotions on your sleeves at this table folks :). If you must know...I came in last place...by a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that when you come home from vaca and don't have a lot of pics from your trip it's a true sign that you were having a ball and were totally relaxed and unplugged. Anyhow, below are some pics. They don't capture the week as well as I'd like, but are pics nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381016715133810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd6LTPZg3I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ra8kIfNoaoE/s400/Bama%2709+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352388390477911538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SkeA4gpcVfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RiBI6dacMPw/s400/Bama%2709+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381027593036370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd6L7w5IlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/QjsGKnmHpLg/s400/Bama%2709+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381030544351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd6MGwin3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_s1E522v3p4/s400/Bama%2709+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383335450699522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd8SRNCZwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/K_I74rVQp6w/s400/Bama%2709+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383344070702658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd8SxUNNkI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qXSoNB8-FmM/s400/Bama%2709+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383340142045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd8Sirip3I/AAAAAAAAAlg/tomqNO8SGS4/s400/Bama%2709+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352383348512700386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd8TB3Qt-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/kesflALO-K8/s400/Bama%2709+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352388396407635778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SkeA42vMv0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/gGbhdfwahEA/s400/Bama%2709+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385802746784162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd-h4mQ6aI/AAAAAAAAAnA/qw4fxqTXO6M/s400/Bama%2709+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384728045236898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd9jVBcsqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/4a619Zd7ZzQ/s400/Bama%2709+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384731855696354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd9jjN7seI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8gcWH7r5NRg/s400/Bama%2709+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384747950041970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd9kfLH63I/AAAAAAAAAmY/fAoSo5D-Lag/s400/Bama%2709+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352384749494348162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd9kk7UKYI/AAAAAAAAAmg/m5i3PfLB0s8/s400/Bama%2709+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385792039324546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd-hQtaC4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/cQYlCixRS-Y/s400/Bama%2709+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352385784462368594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd-g0e631I/AAAAAAAAAmo/eu8wVKQDyGs/s400/Bama%2709+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Thanks to Mom and Dad for yet another wonderful beach vacation. I feel so fortunate to have such a close group of siblings, spouses, niece and my parents, &lt;strong&gt;of course&lt;/strong&gt;, to enjoy vacation with. I am officially in vaca withdrawl and longing for the Blue Parrot Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til next time....I'll just close my eyes and see if I can still feel the sand in between my toes and hear Mabry's squeels of delight and excitement?!? Ahhh...I am SO there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-527715246302862863?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/527715246302862863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=527715246302862863' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/527715246302862863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/527715246302862863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-bama-time.html' title='Stop! &apos;Bama Time!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Skd6MXae2AI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/5XoClZQW2js/s72-c/Bama%2709+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5434955229325675478</id><published>2009-06-10T13:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:17:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang On to Yer Hat, Folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This cowgirl had better hang on to her hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345763762796470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Si_30bajn5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/a_EsEVUaAZo/s400/cowgirl+mabry.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's a new cow&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BOY&lt;/span&gt; comin' to town...and he's gonna be yer brother!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats Ash and Scott! We are so excited for your newest addition, due to arrive late October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are praying for a smooth next couple of months for both mama and baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5434955229325675478?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5434955229325675478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5434955229325675478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5434955229325675478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5434955229325675478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/06/hang-on-to-yer-hat-folks.html' title='Hang On to Yer Hat, Folks!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Si_30bajn5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/a_EsEVUaAZo/s72-c/cowgirl+mabry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3427727443299470089</id><published>2009-06-09T11:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:14:16.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiptyn-ite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am going to put it out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote/guess/wish for who Jillian is &lt;s&gt;going to&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pick to be her prince charming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345359394642314530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Si6IDGpzxSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nqnVXTI5xmw/s400/kiptyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Kiptyn!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, as we all know far too well, ABC's producers are pretty dern conniving and love to rake in the ratings, so I am sure that somehow, Jillian will end up with someone like, ehhh, Wes (bleh!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3427727443299470089?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3427727443299470089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3427727443299470089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3427727443299470089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3427727443299470089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiptyn-ite.html' title='Kiptyn-ite'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Si6IDGpzxSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nqnVXTI5xmw/s72-c/kiptyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1892707162540610736</id><published>2009-05-31T08:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:41:59.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Caroline... Oh! Oh! Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will praise You, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will show them all Your marvelous works!! Psalm 9:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday marked one very special day for the memory books! We celebrated Miss Caroline Craine Johnson's 1st birthday!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988135589310834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SiKN6AAm8XI/AAAAAAAAAjw/n6_7kZ0Z8Gc/s400/bdaywleigh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The party was perfect. Leigh and Russ thought of it all! Russ's dad's band kept the tunes a comin', all the neighborhood kids enjoyed the bounce house and slip n slide, tons of yummy food was devoured by the slew of well-wishers and some killer cupcakes loaded with..yep...icing :) made the rounds, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caroline was as cute as can be in her pink and white, a true party girl dressed for the big occasion. Her dancing blue eyes and melt-your-heart giggle were proof that she was having a ball! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988140652991010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SiKN6S34kiI/AAAAAAAAAj4/fHIc3rkEhyk/s400/carobdaygigle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gigglin' at her mama (not pictured) who was acting goofy, thinking, "Mama, you are sorta nuts".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988157040476738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SiKN7P69wkI/AAAAAAAAAkI/gSnxHsF1ywU/s400/carobdayash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leigh, Caroline and Ashley enjoying the party and the perfect weather. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988150764001906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SiKN64iiWnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/7T1YqYATVCM/s400/carobdayroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caroline, Leigh and I after changing the "birthday treat" Caroline left for Leigh's mom while sitting in her lap. Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; will be a funny tale to tell, years from now, huh Leigh?!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great party honoring one special, little lady. We love you Caroline!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I thank my God every time I remember you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Philippians 1:3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1892707162540610736?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1892707162540610736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1892707162540610736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1892707162540610736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1892707162540610736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-what-wonderful-day.html' title='Sweet Caroline... Oh! Oh! Oh!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SiKN6AAm8XI/AAAAAAAAAjw/n6_7kZ0Z8Gc/s72-c/bdaywleigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2903642760303725446</id><published>2009-05-27T10:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:27:29.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday-My Favorite Tiny Dancer Jumper :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d7b620f5270c9684" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7b620f5270c9684%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331113128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DDC4086D7721B9E27B099A21FDFDDCACFA68958.3DA196F99C6BE2ABDF8AEC217017CDE10EF69C06%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7b620f5270c9684%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3QyVaCn0LRFmnA6IGNjimf9K-A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd7b620f5270c9684%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331113128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DDC4086D7721B9E27B099A21FDFDDCACFA68958.3DA196F99C6BE2ABDF8AEC217017CDE10EF69C06%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd7b620f5270c9684%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY3QyVaCn0LRFmnA6IGNjimf9K-A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2903642760303725446?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d7b620f5270c9684&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2903642760303725446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2903642760303725446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2903642760303725446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2903642760303725446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/wordless-wednesday-my-favorite-tiny.html' title='Wordless Wednesday-My Favorite Tiny &lt;s&gt;Dancer&lt;/s&gt; Jumper :)'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7180859482920912433</id><published>2009-05-21T12:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:57:12.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattegories comes to town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;UPDATE:  Whatevs...guess nobody wants to play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I saw this on Facebook and filled it in...loving it btw...and it &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; reminded me of one of my ALL TIME favorite family games....SCATTEGORIES! I have no idea how to do the Mr. Linky thing (like MckMama does for Not Me Mondays) but if you wanna play along...I guess just leave the address to your blogsite in the comments...come on folks...have some fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Copy the note below, erase my answers, write yours. Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the questions. It has to be real things ... not made up! You cannot repeat any of the answers and you cannot use your name to answer questions 3 or 4. You cannot ask anyone for an answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;K is for Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your name: Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word: Kilt&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name: Kris&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name: Kayleigh&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Kitchen remodeler&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Kelly green&lt;br /&gt;7. Something I put on: Knit shorts&lt;br /&gt;8. A food: Kellog's rice crispies&lt;br /&gt;9. Something you find in the bathroom: Kleenex&lt;br /&gt;10. A place: Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason to arrive late: Knocked out stop light&lt;br /&gt;12. Something I shout: Knock it off!&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title: Karate Kid&lt;br /&gt;14. Something I drink: Koolaid (is that with a k?) (i dont drink it btw)ahh, i got it, Kettle one!&lt;br /&gt;15. Something I give: Kudox (applause, compliment)&lt;br /&gt;16. Something you purchase a lot: Kashi foods&lt;br /&gt;17. Something I've never seen: Kaui (the hawaiian island)&lt;br /&gt;18. Something I hate: Ketchup on anything other than fries&lt;br /&gt;19. A part of your body: Knee&lt;br /&gt;20. An insult: Know-It-All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try...K made it pretty tricky, for me, at least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7180859482920912433?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7180859482920912433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7180859482920912433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7180859482920912433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7180859482920912433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/scattegories-comes-to-town.html' title='Scattegories comes to town!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8044763451768901669</id><published>2009-05-18T12:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:32:10.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With NO Swine Flu, Let's BBQ!</title><content type='html'>This weekend Darin and Kami hosted a No-More-Swine-Flu-BBQ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217413352570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ShGa9avowBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rNmnrm7A_g0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it poured down rain all day Saturday, the clouds cleared out just in time and left us with some nice, chilly temps to enjoy the evening outside with fun friends and tasty food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217114476358802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ShGasBV_rJI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PUiUacuDKiM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kami got super creative and made pigs in a blanket and put a little tag next to them that read "Swine Free Piggies." They were a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you bring to a family friendly BBQ when you don't have kiddos yet...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337217111468620354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ShGar2I5OkI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MJSQ8NX1fLU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...well, duh, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, of course!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8044763451768901669?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8044763451768901669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8044763451768901669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8044763451768901669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8044763451768901669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-no-swine-flu-lets-bbq.html' title='With NO Swine Flu, Let&apos;s BBQ!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ShGa9avowBI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rNmnrm7A_g0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4896927518664083779</id><published>2009-05-12T12:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:18:51.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Mavs!!!</title><content type='html'>Last minute Jordan scored some tickets for the Mavs playoff game last night. Woop! Woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we went into the game trailing in the series 3-0...the Mavericks played some good ball and came out with a W in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334987006696718402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sgmuaqd7gEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nUgkrsftTnQ/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Darin and Kami came along to cheer and join in the Mavs Mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, oh man, was there some tension and animosity brewing in the crowd among Maverick fans the Nuggets fans and players' family members. Can you say crowd control? It was some great rubbernecking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times were definitely had, although it was waaaay past my bedtime (we didn't get home until 1:45am!!!) for a weeknight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn...stretch...and now back on task at work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4896927518664083779?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4896927518664083779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4896927518664083779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4896927518664083779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4896927518664083779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-mavs.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Mavs!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sgmuaqd7gEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/nUgkrsftTnQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5931175901519981968</id><published>2009-05-11T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:36:57.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was Mabry's 1st ballet recital. She and her 3 other "classmates" all did great, set aside any hints of stage fright and twirled their little hearts away. Mabry was absolutely precious!  She danced to a song by Josh Groban called 'Lullaby'.  Ummm, yeah, a little bit of tear jerker, ya might say :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; I was videoing the whole thing, only to discover after the curtain went down that I had in fact paused the recorder during the entire dern thing. Ughh...technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like the perfect little ballerina with her tights, tutu, and hair put up tightly in a bun.   She's teeny tiny...a long and lean sista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634567751791410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sght4BFdczI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IxAUk_Z46ps/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamming it up afterwards with her Dad and Mom...aka Scott and Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a snippet of Poppa (my dad) congratulating her afterwards and checking out her medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                      &lt;object width="336" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-96bab092cb490dfd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96bab092cb490dfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331113128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77A603356377D47D9C8D8E52061EEF5BA7E822FC.6A76664A14EDB7C8C196E9A985E3AB4D7E93CEF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96bab092cb490dfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkS0ZOKSPVerxHacDgNbpYc4LDuA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="336" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D96bab092cb490dfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331113128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D77A603356377D47D9C8D8E52061EEF5BA7E822FC.6A76664A14EDB7C8C196E9A985E3AB4D7E93CEF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D96bab092cb490dfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkS0ZOKSPVerxHacDgNbpYc4LDuA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait for many more recitals, sports games, etc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It sure is fun being the proud aunt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5931175901519981968?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2fd01750d7bf2e2a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=96bab092cb490dfd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5931175901519981968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5931175901519981968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5931175901519981968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5931175901519981968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sght4BFdczI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IxAUk_Z46ps/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2081410213646391247</id><published>2009-04-28T12:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:53:25.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash Cake King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been to quite a few 1st birthday parties in the past few years and have taken note that there is a new must-do event that seems to take place at every shindig. I am sure you all know what I am referring to - the Smash Cake! The guest of honor gets their very own cake, covered with extra icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the family and friends gather 'round the little one (literally 1) and watch in anticipation as the tot surveys the situation. 1) why are all these peeps staring at me 2) why did mom strip me down to only a diaper &lt;em&gt;in front of&lt;/em&gt; all of these peeps 3) what is this ginormous sugary smelling treat placed within arms reach on my highchair...4) who cares....i'm diving in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Saturday was my oh-so-good friend Alaina's son Mason's 1st Birthday, and man, lemme tell you, he did not disappoint. They made him a giant cupcake for his smash cake and I have seriously never seen more blue icing atop one, single pastry item. Mason was destined for smash cake greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329798202019455538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sfc_OeviojI/AAAAAAAAAiY/buHgzRzTIy0/s400/masoncupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Big Blue - the cupcake :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329799055663106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SfdAAK0DCyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ORfb4vGnS-4/s400/atandmason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Precious pic of Alaina and his birthday boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329799051138392466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sfc__59RYZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ekBERfpU4oc/s400/mason+1st.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He went through the checklist of thoughts as noted above and then proceeded to scoot the cupcake a little closer, got his tiny hands wrapped around it...whatdoyaknow..Mason picked that beast up and tipped it straight onto his face...a competitve food eater in the making! It was hysterical! The whole thing plopped right into his lap! He was covered in blue! After Mom scooped it back up onto the tray, Mason continued to dive, literally, into the cake and seemed to really like what he found :). The whole party was dying laughing. As for Mason, naaahhh, he didn't even seem to notice the crowd anymore. He had blue on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329799046382116594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sfc__oPSXvI/AAAAAAAAAig/GXQlba9fduU/s400/cakesmash.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329799046094639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sfc__nKv0CI/AAAAAAAAAio/kv_tjGwpgV8/s400/carolinemasonpartt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A random, but must-add pic from the party of me snuggling with Miss Caroline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muwahh! (kisses) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2081410213646391247?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2081410213646391247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2081410213646391247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2081410213646391247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2081410213646391247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/smash-cake-king.html' title='Smash Cake King'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Sfc_OeviojI/AAAAAAAAAiY/buHgzRzTIy0/s72-c/masoncupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7419140204467040658</id><published>2009-04-22T12:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:50:41.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 3rd Anniversary Babe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Se9TtrFE21I/AAAAAAAAAhw/X4EbmImY-wE/s1600-h/intro,4065rtsoft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327568928325819218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Se9TtrFE21I/AAAAAAAAAhw/X4EbmImY-wE/s400/intro,4065rtsoft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7419140204467040658?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7419140204467040658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7419140204467040658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7419140204467040658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7419140204467040658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-do.html' title='I do...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/Se9TtrFE21I/AAAAAAAAAhw/X4EbmImY-wE/s72-c/intro,4065rtsoft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1835320515047777927</id><published>2009-04-19T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:44:51.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fins, Margaritaville, Come Monday, Son of a Sailor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My side of the family (minus Reg and Brooke) headed to Jimmy Buffett last night. It was our first time to see him and he did not disappoint.  He was awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580453579036658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQs3seF_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ADuCRQjD6yI/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He sang many of our favorites and suprised with some great, new tunes, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580459425886354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQtNed8JI/AAAAAAAAAhA/CmvY86rXRzQ/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  The crowd was hysterical and according to Ash "Second only to NASCAR in people watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581095733761186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevRSP6FlKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vntw3V-c3aw/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This guy was part of the Fins (there were about 10 of them) who walked around the stadium the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; concert in a line, with fins that at times were lit up in red.  They were hammin' it up for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580469341937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQtyao4KI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wth4Ww8j35Y/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A young Parrot Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;After a morning of rain, the clouds parted for a perfect evening filled with lots of boogying, dancing and singing along at the top of our lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said it was one more thing he could mark of his bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and Dad's new BFF...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580460981665618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQtTRZP1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/fiCsxZK3A1Y/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this guy was&lt;em&gt; 'very friendly'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326580475806129122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQuKf0m-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/-GOhS_REwi0/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Ash and Mr. Friendly in the background, too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were leaving and laughing hysterically at some of the Parrot Heads who'd had a little too much fun, Jordan and I decided it reminded us of a Widespread Panic concert for grown-ups...with a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; lot less dope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326581096118625362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevRSRV2JFI/AAAAAAAAAho/4zfxC6b-Mns/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again Mom for treating us to the concert.  We had a ball!!!  Can't wait to go again next time Jimmy and his crew roll into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1835320515047777927?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1835320515047777927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1835320515047777927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1835320515047777927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1835320515047777927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/fins-margaritaville-come-monday-son-of.html' title='Fins, Margaritaville, Come Monday, Son of a Sailor...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SevQs3seF_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ADuCRQjD6yI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5742398545223241492</id><published>2009-04-17T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:00:46.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Favorite Comes to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SeiziQk2SqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/V-bRuKVtFt8/s1600-h/buffett+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703960512055970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SeiziQk2SqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/V-bRuKVtFt8/s400/buffett+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so super duper excited...the fam is heading to see the greatness that is Jimmy Buffett in concert tomorrow night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every since I was a wee little one, I can remember his laid back tunes playing in the background at our house...whether it be poolside or inside. We have always loved us some Buffett. Heck, he's our soundtrack for every vaca we take (even to the snow)...and my dad and I danced to one of his tunes at my wedding...we.are.fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he plays some of his oldies, but goodies, and look forward to his newer fare too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope the rain moves out in time, otherwise we'll be some soggy-bottom Parrot Heads, for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics to come afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5742398545223241492?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5742398545223241492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5742398545223241492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5742398545223241492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5742398545223241492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-favorite-comes-to-town.html' title='A Family Favorite Comes to Town'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SeiziQk2SqI/AAAAAAAAAgw/V-bRuKVtFt8/s72-c/buffett+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6596145783081200156</id><published>2009-04-14T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:09:26.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>Yep, folks, I did it!  I intentionally and willingly refrained from watching The Hills last night. The husband and I were watching the Rangers when the timer countdown popped up on the screen that it was switching over to record in 2 minutes (DVRs peeps know what I am referring to).  What did  I do...ahemmm....I promptly cancelled it!  I know, I know...it's only one week. But hey, you gotta start somewhere right?  Husband even tried to test my will power and continued to ask, "Are you &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; you don't want to switch over to The Hills? Just this once??? Are you &lt;em&gt;suuuure&lt;/em&gt;?"  So much for an accountability partner huh? I am never dieting with that dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6596145783081200156?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6596145783081200156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6596145783081200156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6596145783081200156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6596145783081200156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5585046805398912573</id><published>2009-04-07T13:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:35:34.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I may have lost brain cells</title><content type='html'>Why is that, you ask (you &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; asking, right?)?  Well, quite honestly, it's because of my behind-closed-doors habit of tuning into the trainwreck that is &lt;strong&gt;The Hills&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I went to bed last night dumber than when I walked in the door from work yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer's shenanigans....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024817194463490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SduhX7qwcQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zPy3JHb48_s/s400/spencer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi's blinding blonde air and palatable bad acting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024815174011026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SduhX0JCyJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rCn1FhDo5f0/s400/heidi_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it is all just &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt; for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I, Kimberly E. Young, on this 7th day of April 2009, do hereby declare and promise that I shall no longer willingly and purposefuly subject myself, on weekly basis, to the fakery and narcissim that is The Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully understand the consequences of my decision here. I know it means I will miss out on LC's pitty parties, Stephanie Pratt's post-meth'isms, as well as catching a glimpse of the "Seen and Be Seen" spots in LA that I never have any intention of visiting but still like to learn of. I know, I know, all of that will be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, what I will gain is those brain cells unnecessarily lost from tuning into 4 seasons of MTV's goldmine - The Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I have said it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I.Am.Done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, onto finding yet another mindless reality tv show to somehow let myself get sucked into...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5585046805398912573?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5585046805398912573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5585046805398912573' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5585046805398912573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5585046805398912573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-may-have-lost-brain-cells.html' title='I think I may have lost brain cells'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SduhX7qwcQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/zPy3JHb48_s/s72-c/spencer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2520253312714710671</id><published>2009-04-02T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:22:04.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green and Gold All the Way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320176144196436114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SdUQBAFWAJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ITnz3YTMcc4/s400/84472.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2520253312714710671?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2520253312714710671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2520253312714710671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2520253312714710671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2520253312714710671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-and-gold-all-way.html' title='Green and Gold All the Way!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SdUQBAFWAJI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ITnz3YTMcc4/s72-c/84472.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-1634408027540058047</id><published>2009-03-31T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:28:05.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhhh, Sic 'Em Bears!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SdJurlF325I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6eubpukmVcM/s1600-h/splash-nitsemis-033109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319435804848151442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SdJurlF325I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6eubpukmVcM/s400/splash-nitsemis-033109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-1634408027540058047?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1634408027540058047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=1634408027540058047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1634408027540058047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/1634408027540058047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/ehhhh-sic-em-bears.html' title='Ehhhh, Sic &apos;Em Bears!!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SdJurlF325I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/6eubpukmVcM/s72-c/splash-nitsemis-033109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-876687514366309279</id><published>2009-03-27T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:32:37.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozeville</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my blog, Forever Young, which by the looks of things recently may be more aptly named...Snoozeville - Population 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose one might consider it a blessing not to have anything crazy, scary, sad, etc...to blog about on a regular basis. And with no munchkins in munchkin land as of yet, that is another area lacking much to report on, post funny pics from, and request advice for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So---here I find myself with writer's block..errr...blogger's block???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we've been up to stuff. Sophie had surgery, and is making a speedy recovery. We've had family members fall ill, some getting better faster than others. We've been out and about with friends for dinner and such. I have met some gal pals and long,long time friends for fun dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as for comedic, photo-worthy, prayer-needing or just plain popped-into-my-head-think-i'll post-about-it encounters...fraid not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this weekend will hold more than meets the eye and I'll have some post-worthy material. But, 'til creativity comes a knockin' on my door, I shall continue to live vicariously through my fun blogging buddies' posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well and enjoys their weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-876687514366309279?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/876687514366309279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=876687514366309279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/876687514366309279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/876687514366309279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/snoozeville.html' title='Snoozeville'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7393130605360401245</id><published>2009-03-14T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:32:35.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Op Care = Closet Cleanout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;POST DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt; I DO NOT HAVE CHILDREN YET, SO I TREAT MY DOG (YES, I KNOW, SHE &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; A DOG) AS MY LITTLE ONE; THEREFORE, ALL BLOG POSTS AND TENDER LOVING CARE BESTOWED UPON MY FOUR LEGGED FRIEND IS ABSOLUTELY VALIDATED AND JUSTIFIABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My little lady, Sophie had knee surgery on Wednesday. I will spare you all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;queasy&lt;/span&gt; details of what was done and sum it up with basically they re-made her right knee so that it would no longer be permanently dislocated/popped out. Yikes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some pics of my little patient. I took the pics this morning, which is Saturday. She's actually looking much, much improved from Thursday. Hoping the trend continues with each passing day ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cozy next to me as I worked on my laptop&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061743206043298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJgXGDjqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EdXk5lofAco/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her pain patch on her back that they stapled on.  Also the round shaved area  above her tail  is where the epidural went in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061748624052274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJgrRz0DI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Da0IDbmKGWQ/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pink bandage covering where the IV was. And then, of course, the stitches on her back, right leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061753100095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJg78-0AI/AAAAAAAAAfY/W2Dq_Z4jC_E/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we got to bring her home 24 hours after her surgery, and were advised to stick around the house for the first 24 hours to observe her and make sure she was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, clearly, she is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but I know what the vet meant, I suppose (wink, wink). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anyhow&lt;/span&gt;...with a very sad and immobile dog and a cold, wet, rainy outside...it forced me to..dun dun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dunnn&lt;/span&gt; (cue the horror music)...clean out some closets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061754567836306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJhBa6wpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/aixvKsYLeqo/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, all of that stuff was crammed into two closets.  Now it is all nicely organized by holiday/use in each bin and will promptly head up to the attic to join the rest of its buddies, which are already nicely organized in bins, just waiting to be brought down for their respective holiday/time of the year/use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And below is all of the trash that came from the clean out.  Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061759642082610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJhUUtnTI/AAAAAAAAAfo/HkF9I3XVDxo/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess a sad, post operative puppy can be a bitter sweet thing, if you're looking to get organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the somewhat graphic pics and unarguably boring post topics - dog surgery and cleaning out closets. But hey, that's what we've been up to lately. Yes, these are exciting times ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7393130605360401245?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7393130605360401245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7393130605360401245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7393130605360401245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7393130605360401245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-op-care-closet-cleanout.html' title='Post Op Care = Closet Cleanout'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbvJgXGDjqI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EdXk5lofAco/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8928892473367389690</id><published>2009-03-09T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:05:01.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"They say it's your birthday, nnnn, nah, nah nah nah NAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this past month has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My soon-to-be sis-in-law, Brooke's was February 11th, existing sis-in-law Mel's was February 14th, my sister Ashley's on February 17th, brother-in-law Cash's February 24th, brother Reggie's on March 2nd, mine on March 4th and my nephew Gray's on March 8th....whew...that's a lot of birthdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past Saturday was Gray, my nephew's, 3rd birthday party. It was Spider Man-themed. He was adorable and hilarious, as usual. He's really such a ham these days and 110% boy, 110% of the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311267137546467842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVpUkCpugI/AAAAAAAAAeY/duSnmvSYC5Q/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laurel posing next to Gray's cute cake. Check out the spider web!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311275013223357458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVwe_OWHBI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Sp7DvsLEN4w/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gray, in his new chair, getting ready to check out the goods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311270250234937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVsJvtagaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kPLfMvbNiT8/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny pop-up Monkey from his Mimi aka Cheri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311274998219946178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVweHVQOMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rBM16iF-mfA/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gray getting ready to blow out his candles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lots of presents and yummy cake, Mel had kites for all of the kiddos to fly, as party favors, which was PERFECT since it's been so dern windy the past few &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311270256580414450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVsKHWSy_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/_CMn_SD6aFk/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311265903982164050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVoMwqAOFI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2j3QIyS0oFs/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the party that afternoon Reg and Brooke met us at our house and we all drove down to Waco for a joint belated birthday celebration for all four of us. My crafty mom coined it the BARK Birthday Bonanza...B-brooke, A-ashley, R-reggie, K-kimberly...in date order, too. So crafty that mom of ours is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311265936221157218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVoOowYN2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WeLDagJv_fA/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mabry checking out the cake from an aerial view on Poppa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311270264854998658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVsKmLG7oI/AAAAAAAAAew/LRVDkJJ-xFc/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311265920530949906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVoNuTipxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lKIN7qtRBdU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; German chocolate. Mmmm...Deelish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know you've have a good day when you get to enjoy 2 rounds of cake, both of which had stellar icing :) :) !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night all of the grown ups headed to Diamond Backs for a scrumptious birthday dinner celebration. We had the best time and enjoyed many, many laughs, many of which surrounded debates over hidden-addictions to reality tv. My, my, what has our world come to?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311265926618414754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVoOE-5_qI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xIhV-IVnBog/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole gang, from left to right: Scott, Ash, Brooke, Reg, Jordan, Kimberly, Mom, Dad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What a great few weeks it has been celebrating one birthday after another!!! I tell you what, there must be something about May and June that makes babies magically appear 9 months later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8928892473367389690?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8928892473367389690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8928892473367389690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8928892473367389690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8928892473367389690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-its-your-birthday-nnnn-nah-nah.html' title='&quot;They say it&apos;s your birthday, nnnn, nah, nah nah nah NAH!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbVpUkCpugI/AAAAAAAAAeY/duSnmvSYC5Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6467705344819760126</id><published>2009-03-05T18:10:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:39:19.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>London was Lovely.. .and Paris - Qui! Qui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB3-Hvr0lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8X3VU8yJanU/s1600-h/London-Pairs+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309875869784461906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB3-Hvr0lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8X3VU8yJanU/s200/London-Pairs+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever needed to blog about something that you know is going to be long, detailed, involve lots of pics, etc...and find yourself putting it off, for oh..hmmm....a week?!?! Enough is enough! I am just going to give you the Reader's Digest version (okay, my best attempt at a short version, at least) of our London and Paris Trip recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Are you traveling for business or pleasure?" customs man asks. "Well, both actually."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Truth be told, the reason for the vaca - business, but it came with a heaping side dish of pleasure ;). Jordan and his family had two half-days of meetings, covering the business part of our travels, but other than that...we were all about the pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sidenote: Jordan and I had both been to London before, for 6 weeks actually, while studying abroad with Baylor. But, we went during separate summers, so this time it was especially fun to experience London all over again, together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We flew out on Friday for London. We arrived in London at 7a.m. Saturday, London time, which was midnight Friday, Texas time. But, no rest for the weary...we were off and running. That day we were up for 36+ hours due to the time change...it was lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While in London we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Visited the Cabinet War Room (where Winston Churchill ran and called the shots during WW2) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865440549275442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBufD0QBzI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ib3Q4bNTzTI/s200/London-Pairs+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...ate at the oldest known Fish n Chips place -Rock and Sole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865455435033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBuf7RSqeI/AAAAAAAAAag/8xUQBj9biks/s200/London-Pairs+2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shopped in Covent Garden (the young, trendy area), toured Kensington Palace (Princess Diana's former residence), walked through Hyde Park and saw the nutjobs/crazies vant and rave at Speaker's Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...went for a ride on The London Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865451491152866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBufsk_0-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/9WrE6pdn9-0/s200/London-Pairs+2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865464622176290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBugdfrWCI/AAAAAAAAAao/9KdKGbJy1wg/s200/London-Pairs+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...made an unplanned visit to the South Kensington Police Station (long story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309865466009305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBugiqZQUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GJDhxyV5QHU/s200/London-Pairs+2009+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ate at Wagamama, which was still just as deelish as J-man and I remembered it 8 years ago &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867122972354130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBwA_VK5lI/AAAAAAAAAa4/B13ypqVFb_I/s200/London-Pairs+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...drank a pint at the famous and nostalgic Waxy O'Conner's, ate pizza late night from a street vendor (a must-do)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...walked The Tower Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886322135571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbCBehyYmwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4_935O5BMhI/s200/London-Pairs+2009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...toured The Tower of London, saw the Crown Jewels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...toured Westminster Abbey&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886316633800114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbCBeNSqPbI/AAAAAAAAAco/yt7OdNvEW84/s200/London-Pairs+2009+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Windy, ehh?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886329121004850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbCBe7z13TI/AAAAAAAAAc4/TXickBDKGCQ/s200/London-Pairs+2009+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...went to see Wicked. It.Was.Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867130485942994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBwBbUjKtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/e3b4kzcQvqQ/s200/London-Pairs+2009+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shopped 'til we dropped at Harrods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867132111430034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBwBhYGIZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1-MCIRIj6Ec/s200/London-Pairs+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867140644506754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBwCBKijII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/FerykYnfI4Q/s200/London-Pairs+2009+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... had 'high tea' at Fortnum and Mason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872296920381234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB0uJygdzI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gmcqGhtW59o/s200/London-Pairs+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872315388378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB0vOlnu5I/AAAAAAAAAbo/RJFOz2FYZsQ/s200/London-Pairs+2009+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...and did some more great shopping at Fortnum and Mason, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309867149874716994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbBwCjjMYUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lC-vJki6jII/s200/London-Pairs+2009+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whew...are you tired yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next, we headed to the train station to catch the Eurostar/Chunnel to Paris! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We arrived in Paris late, late Wendesday night and crashed. Thursday morning we were up early and off running again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During our short stint in Paris we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Toured and hiked 200+ steps to the top of the Arc de Triomphe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872320744205554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB0viijLPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cgtG8ceIMwY/s200/London-Pairs+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...then headed to Notre Dame &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872329533936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB0wDSL0-I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Ps-V5CsFTGs/s200/London-Pairs+2009+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...where we toured the Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886338947167874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbCBfgalNoI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2Yq729Zn4yY/s200/London-Pairs+2009+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Bell Tower (ya know, Quasimoto) where we hiked 600+ more steps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309886333398879634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbCBfLvxDZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GDmNphvFgeI/s200/London-Pairs+2009+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some hardcore touring in the a.m., we headed to The Eiffel Tower for some relaxation at an amazing lunch midway up the actual Tower at the restuarant Jules Verne. The food, service, and views were all abolutely phenomenal. Nothing better than sipping champagne mid-day atop the Eiffel Tower...ahhh....can we go back yet?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309872344167395698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB0w5zEsXI/AAAAAAAAAcA/nmw944VQD5I/s200/London-Pairs+2009+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309875853876541314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB39Me8N4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/moT1XZ81KS4/s200/London-Pairs+2009+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back on track...after the Eiffel Tower we headed back towards our hotel which was just off the Champs de Elysees. On the way back as we strolled down the Champs de Elysees we did some &lt;strong&gt;window&lt;/strong&gt; shopping...some of those stores were a tad too rich for my blood :). That night Jordan and I went out &lt;em&gt;just the 2 of us&lt;/em&gt;, and it was SUCH a treat. We walked the streets and stumbled upon this adorable little Italian restaurant( I know, we were in France, but hey, who's counting). We chatted, chomped on tasty pizza and sipped on red wine, all the while soaking in the charm of it all :). Pardon the overly-cheesy-tone...but it was really such a nice, simple, quaint night for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we were up early again and out the door to the Louvre. We toured for 6 hours (yes, you read that right, &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; hours)...and just about collapsed from exhaustion that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309875860346317826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB39kldLAI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/zGalKTeVfgg/s200/London-Pairs+2009+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jordan making me laugh. Clearly I must have been delirious ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309875864315446354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB39zXxRFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/MF-Vzpr0cPo/s200/London-Pairs+2009+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was no time to rest...we hopped on the Metro back to hotel and loaded into a cab back to the train station to catch our train back to London. Once back in London it was straight to the hotel and straight to bed, as our flight was awaiting us the next morning for our return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was wonderful - the sights, the food, the company, the accomodations, the weather...all of it...wonderful. It was, however, great to be home in the end. I do love traveling, but nothing beats a much needed good night's sleep back in your own bed. And for your information, I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; in bed by 7:30pm the night we got home...but give me a break, to my body clock, which was still on Paris time, it was 2:30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have no crafty way to wrap this post up - so- The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6467705344819760126?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6467705344819760126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6467705344819760126' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6467705344819760126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6467705344819760126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/03/london-was-lovey-and-paris-qui-qui.html' title='London was Lovely.. .and Paris - Qui! Qui!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SbB3-Hvr0lI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8X3VU8yJanU/s72-c/London-Pairs+2009+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2216918260449187039</id><published>2009-02-20T09:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:00:00.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I see London, I see France...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And across the pond to London and Paris we go!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304244180149760962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZx1-o_Cc8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1odxuVWywZU/s320/bigben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304244184558921442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZx1-5aQ5uI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QY5AHlWzy1M/s320/eiffel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We'll be back next Sunday, with pics and stories to follow :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2216918260449187039?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2216918260449187039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2216918260449187039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2216918260449187039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2216918260449187039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-london-i-see-france.html' title='I see London, I see France...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZx1-o_Cc8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/1odxuVWywZU/s72-c/bigben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4804690214239161153</id><published>2009-02-17T12:43:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:27:13.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Amore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past weekend was all about love. I totally got to have my cake and eat it too, celebrating Valentines Day on Friday night with my best pal, favorite, bearded man -Jordan, followed by a weekend of Besties and Babies - Oklahoma City style :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Jordan and I hit up our favorite 'lil sushi joint in Southlake, Sushi Sam. It was deelish, as always. We realized on Friday that we have been eating at Sushi Sam for nearly 7 years now. My, oh my, how I wish I could have had a tape recorder from the start, so &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; I could listen to how our dinner convos have evolved over the years. Who me? Sentimental? What ever gave you &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; idea?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304217071236565682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxdUsaeSrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dBK_vQ-Xqzc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, onto the Babies and Besties portion of my weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning Leigh, Caroline, Alaina and Mason packed it up (without a single inch to spare) and headed out West to get me, and then, we were off, to the great state of Oklahoma! Feel free to join in singing....O!K!L!A!H!.......alright, alright, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leigh was sandwiched, literally, between Mason and Caro in the back, taking on the tasks of bottles, baby food, paci's, etc.... I manned the wheel, and Alaina was a flawless assistant. &lt;s&gt;Scalpel &lt;/s&gt;Burp cloth, check. Paci, check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304231959979671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxq3VTcv5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/uhhVKWXu4Rw/s320/February--_Mason_9_months_012%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in OKC to our dear friends Jenna, Sarah, Ashleigh and baby Gage waiting in the yard with open arms. It was the first time to see Ash's gorgeous home and meet precious, tiny Gage. Shout out to Jenna for flying all the way in from Cali...you are such a sweetie, and to Sarah, too, for making the flight from Houston, and cutting out of school with your kindies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An afternoon of baby lovin' and catching up with my gal pals....awe, it was sheer bliss! That night Jenna whipped up her famous Chicken Chalupa and homemade salsa, accompanied by Sarah's new and highly addictive Cream Cheese Queso, topped off with Patty's magic dessert bars. I think it's fair to assume no one went to bed hungry that night. It was scrumptious:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I will quit rambling and simply post pics from our fantabulous time together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304214732358425858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxbMjaeHQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/T3UHJjcOK1I/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mr. Mason after his bath. Those dreamy blue eyes are going to break many hearts one day ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234440169351378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxtHsuv6NI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/gDzdbSGRGGk/s320/triplets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We could end up with triplets- watch out Jordo :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304217063783343154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxdUQpfJDI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/nV2TKef3goE/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jenna and sweet, handsome Gage. Quite possibly the chillest 6 week old baby on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304217063440071458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxdUPXpOyI/AAAAAAAAAZI/-XpXs79XAo8/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sarah and Caro, who's looking pretty in pink. This little lady is a giggle box deluxe! Too cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304233435485024962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxsNN_VssI/AAAAAAAAAZo/WdFyErPp4ks/s320/ashatsarahcouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Couch time with some cuties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304234433746376930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxtHUzZGOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/NuOIq73M-G4/s320/masononjenna.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mason's looking to take a ride and Jenna is ready to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304211277223187634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxYDcCCVLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/nSLZczwp8M4/s320/besties1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Alaina, Kimberly, Mason, Leigh, Caroline, Sarah, Jenna, Gage and Ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's to a wonderful weekend with those I hold so, so dear to my heart...my husband, my college besties, and now, their little lovies, too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And yes folks, THAT'S AMORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4804690214239161153?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4804690214239161153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4804690214239161153' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4804690214239161153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4804690214239161153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-amore.html' title='That&apos;s Amore!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZxdUsaeSrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dBK_vQ-Xqzc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6587677483469950873</id><published>2009-02-10T20:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:09:14.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For nearly 2 years now all of our couple friends...okay, well only the female half....have been tossing the idea around of getting a Dinner/Supper Club started. We all know that everyone gets so busy, and before you know it, months have passed since everyone's gotten together. Plus, with many of our friends beginning families, the gatherings will undoubtedly become fewer and further between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So....after many emails back and forth, we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; got a date on the calendar for the Innaugural Supper Club dinner, and that date was this past Saturday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kami and Darin co-hosted with Jordan and I at our house. The theme was Queen of Hearts, with cards and casino games to boot. The menu was Italian, and last but not least, the company was great friends!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296853938931314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9ZrPtBnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBPKzKjngXQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the tables set for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296851127904674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9ZgxgKaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/78gMp6YciSk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet card from the arrangement my family sent for the event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296862843089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9aMans8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/Y2r5czReeFQ/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan is Bob Villa &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Martha Stewart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309849636538978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZIJOH_dimI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Z0ZUTs5zGPY/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kami's so crafty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296856775066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9Z1z5ApI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dRjuP7WUqbo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a close up of the cute Texas Hold'em Party favors and rhyme she wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301296866758763698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9abAMJLI/AAAAAAAAAVI/gONoo31F1hI/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298116550723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH-jK10COI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/soMxNSAzCVM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298119419780658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH-jVh2XjI/AAAAAAAAAVg/9Nk_rxwX16s/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298120200020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH-jYb34kI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T3-QQZwp8vk/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298123524777650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH-jk0jprI/AAAAAAAAAVo/DsIcrMZb2nQ/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jordan and Darin - Casino Dealers Deluxe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301298129535778914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH-j7NsQGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Yb6ksH2PAtw/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309840622265442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZIJNmaSpGI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zVHn39C0ycY/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 22 people, we only had one red wine spill, and even then, have no fear, my &lt;a href="https://www.shamwow.com/ver8/index.asp"&gt;ShamWow &lt;/a&gt;came to the rescue, leaving the carpet looking as good as &lt;s&gt;new&lt;/s&gt; Sophie had left it (ahh, the memory of potty training a small dog.)  Sorry, random tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301309844762976626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZIJN11g4XI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FTWkYFGfgE4/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parting shot - Jordan comforting Sophie, as she was simply exhausted as she tried to maneuver her way through 40+ extra feet on her turf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, the evening was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a fun time with wonderful friends. Can't wait for the next one!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6587677483469950873?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6587677483469950873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6587677483469950873' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6587677483469950873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6587677483469950873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-of-hearts.html' title='Queen of Hearts'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SZH9ZrPtBnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/oBPKzKjngXQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6672618149977972009</id><published>2009-01-28T08:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:53:55.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Mom!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(only a week+ late)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so this post is way past due, thanks to my unexpected visitor last week, Vince the Virus. You, sir, overstayed your welcome. Seeee ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back on to the message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing my sweet Mama (who, on her own birthday took such great care of me via cell phone and email 90 miles away) a wonderful new year! Thanks for being my confidant, culinary advisor, prayer buddy and unconditional friend. God has blessed me and my family with one heck-uv-a Mom, certainly the kind I can only hope to be one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296356667939962658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SYBwVARVPyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UGW0eBmeLFU/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate, this past Sunday Dad, Mom, Ash and Mabry (Scott was out of town for a conference) drove up and met Jordan, Reg, Brooke and I in Grapevine for brunch. We ate at this neat spot called Tuscany. Can you say food coma. It was deelish.  What a fun day we had, even though their stay was &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; too short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296356674953006978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SYBwVaZXz4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/EyH7NjAbkMo/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mom! We love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6672618149977972009?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6672618149977972009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6672618149977972009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6672618149977972009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6672618149977972009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-birthday.html' title='Another birthday!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SYBwVARVPyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UGW0eBmeLFU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4793416353582804434</id><published>2009-01-26T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:32:49.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as quiet as I thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SX4r5j3Y6BI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dKhFd53b_8c/s1600-h/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718479714379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SX4r5j3Y6BI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dKhFd53b_8c/s320/marley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so hubs and I finally went to see Marley and Me this past weekend (isn't he a dear for taking me to such a sap-fest?). I have been dying to see it, and at the same time ignoring all warnings from friends and family that I'd be a wreck...and to just wait for it to come out on DVD. But no....I insisted we go to see it in the theater, big screen-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to the dinner-movie place in Colleyville, which helped sell the idea to the hubs, since he could have a beer during this suredly sappy movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, to make a long and rambling story short, I must have been doing such a poor job at muffling my tears, sniffles and...okay....I admit....sobs, that one of the theater waiter folks brought me a huge bag of popcorn rights towards the &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt; of the show (not at the beginning, when I'd have time to enjoy it, literally like 5 minutes before the show ended), for no reason at all. Well, let me rephrase that, for no reason at all, to me. Jordan seems to think it &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;for a very good reason, so that I might munch on the popcorn and perhaps silence my sobs. I choose to think she just felt sorry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I was a wreck, a blubbering goofball. BUT, I must mention that I am due a certain monthly visitor (did I just type that) anyday now, and feel most certain that attributed to my weepy emotional experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else out there get as choked up over this dear, dear movie? I mean, I know I am a dog lover, but geez, this was nuts!!! A great flick, but perhaps one better to be viewed in the privacy of one's own home :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4793416353582804434?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4793416353582804434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4793416353582804434' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4793416353582804434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4793416353582804434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/silently-sobbing.html' title='Not as quiet as I thought...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SX4r5j3Y6BI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dKhFd53b_8c/s72-c/marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7814515882543878170</id><published>2009-01-22T19:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:35:24.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatorade and 7 Pricks</title><content type='html'>Question: What do Gatorade and 7 pricks have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Not enough, and too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fighting (and losing) this virus battle since Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doc called in some anti-nausea meds for me on Monday, only to find the stuff makes me &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying to wait this mean thing out for 3 more days, I returned to the doctor again this afternoon to get to the bottom of this. I mean, seriously, 4 days and still not better? After getting a new anti-nausea medicine (please, please work this time), I headed into the lab tech's office, only to be pricked 7, yes &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; times by the lab tech and doctor himself, in attempts(read failed) to draw blood. Evidently the gallons upon gallons of Gatorade I have been so diligently downing are not helping to hydrate me, thus making blood drawing oh-so-lovely (insert major sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough pitty partying for tonight, I am off to the couch again. At least The Office and Grey's are on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing my fingers and saying a selfish prayer I am feeling better tomorrow and able to get into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steer clear of any germs peeps, this is brutal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7814515882543878170?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7814515882543878170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7814515882543878170' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7814515882543878170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7814515882543878170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-q.html' title='Gatorade and 7 Pricks'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-19963541645067044</id><published>2009-01-17T17:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:40:48.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that I hear?  And what's that I smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait, I think I hear bells ringing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sniff, sniff...and what's that smell in the air? I think it smells like love?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep....it IS love, and there ARE bells ringing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE IS IN THE AIR AND WEDDING BELLS ARE RINGING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reggie and Brooke are engaged!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292407356534974018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXJoc0zuZkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zMeaAvlzbHc/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My oh-so thoughtful and creative brother surprised Brooke early yesterday morning by waking her up and telling her to pack her bags because their flight left in 3 hours! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to Northern California they flew...to the wine country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He rented this cute cabin &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; a winery/vineyard for the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292411058807842754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXJr0U2XJ8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/B9N1C1zvjhM/s320/apple+dryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The cabin Reg found for them at the Goldeneye Winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean seriously, how friggin' romantic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anywho, I got the call this a.m. that the question had been asked...and that the reply received had been - YES!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292408260814817858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXJpRdg1ykI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DmP6BgeBk3k/s320/Dad%27s+60th+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congrats to my bro and soon-to-be sis-in-law on your engagement! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are all truly thrilled for you guys and love you both!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-19963541645067044?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/19963541645067044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=19963541645067044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/19963541645067044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/19963541645067044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-that-i-hear-and-whats-that-i.html' title='What&apos;s that I hear?  And what&apos;s that I smell?'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXJoc0zuZkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/zMeaAvlzbHc/s72-c/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4335200872965544307</id><published>2009-01-16T12:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:11:54.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with another man...</title><content type='html'>Jordan knows all about him, I've already fessed up every detail. It's an older man I've fallen for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291967376269027874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXDYSml4qiI/AAAAAAAAATw/omUTVeB2X2Y/s400/eraser_product.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it's Mr. Clean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I got your attention, didn't I ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you discovered the greatness that is Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clean's&lt;/span&gt; Magic Eraser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. These things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingenious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about y'all, but our house has a million and one scuff marks, whether they be on doors, baseboards, walls, etc...and they bug me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have no fear and be bugged no longer...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; bald man has come to my rescue with his super, duper, oh-so-fabulous Magic Eraser. Wet with water and then rub on problem area(s) and...presto-magico!!! This thing makes everything look as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I am done being waaaaay too over the top about a household cleaning product. &lt;/p&gt;Although most of y'all are too shy to comment, if any of you DO have any other great finds, (i.e. sham wow, snuggies, dr trimmer/mower) please share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4335200872965544307?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4335200872965544307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4335200872965544307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4335200872965544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4335200872965544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-love-with-another-man.html' title='I&apos;m in love with another man...'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SXDYSml4qiI/AAAAAAAAATw/omUTVeB2X2Y/s72-c/eraser_product.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-6713998355594423872</id><published>2009-01-14T11:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:18:08.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't touch my toes</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 days since the husband and I tackled yard work, which included trimming crepe myrtles as well as raking and bagging leaves...and I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can't bend down to touch my toes or get up from my desk at work normally. I have thus made an executive decision, that I am calling the yard fairies to come out next time. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291205151583720690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SW4jDSXdVPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qgbuNJnLqhw/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UPDATE: PLEASE IGNORE THE NUMEROUS LEAVES IN THE PHOTO NEXT TO THE &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; BAGS OF LEAVES...I PROMISE THE END RESULTS LOOKS BETTER FROM AFAR...THOSE DERN LEAVES, I THINK THEY CAN MULITPLY THEMSELVES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-6713998355594423872?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6713998355594423872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=6713998355594423872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6713998355594423872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/6713998355594423872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-touch-my-toes.html' title='I can&apos;t touch my toes'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SW4jDSXdVPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qgbuNJnLqhw/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5418259353948991932</id><published>2009-01-11T21:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:02:14.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...you know... my Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 60th Birthday to You, Daddy! (Dad, do you even &lt;em&gt;read&lt;/em&gt; this thing?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad - an incredible man, loving husband, genuine friend, faithful believer, supportive father, an ever- listening ear, comfortable shoulder to lean on...just an all around great guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to you Ronald Gene...may you know what a blessing you are to each and every one of your friends and family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Saturday we really pulled off a great fete, throwing my Dad a Surprise 60th Fiesta. I still can't believe we really had him going. He.Was.Shocked. It was a wonderful night for Dad and Mom, shared with family and great friends, most of which go back 30+ years. ( I can only hope to have the same great circle of friends 30 years from now...holy moly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246451746335298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7HnKcakI/AAAAAAAAASw/KDkOReKtTPc/s320/Dad%27s+60th+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246425176229842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7GELox9I/AAAAAAAAASY/T4-kmjOCkgw/s320/Dad%27s+60th+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad and some buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246437947187970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7GzweIwI/AAAAAAAAASo/zr6EQvlBiHA/s320/Dad%27s+60th+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mabry and Cici (my Mom)- Two Amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246431367738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7GbPzssI/AAAAAAAAASg/8-G4gWVEci0/s320/Dad%27s+60th+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290246418202300178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7FqM7DxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SclOVCUPoPM/s320/Dad%27s+60th+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at what a stud my Dad was! Sic 'Em Bears!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290248062859601330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq8lZBx5bI/AAAAAAAAATI/Iemri_Ktp7E/s320/Dad%27s+60th+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really think I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; 2 hats to really have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290248056199574514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq8lAN58_I/AAAAAAAAATA/bHrbD6vBIvc/s320/Dad%27s+60th+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mabry loves her some balloons...especially after bedtime!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290248051250281762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq8ktx5vSI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jEd62Y3Y8_k/s320/Dad%27s+60th+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...to many more fun times celebrating a great man. We love you, Daddy!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5418259353948991932?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5418259353948991932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5418259353948991932' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5418259353948991932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5418259353948991932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-classic.html' title='A True Classic'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWq7HnKcakI/AAAAAAAAASw/KDkOReKtTPc/s72-c/Dad%27s+60th+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3846752960323709698</id><published>2009-01-05T16:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:18:16.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fun, yet cozy time NYE 2008 was!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner at Momo's with 7 other couples followed by a low-key gathering at Bobby and Kristen's absolutely fabulous, new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How fitting... to end a great year with great food and great friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287935054223623730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWKE6kZVxjI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Y_SjqIGOM4/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ladies after dinner at Momo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287935073789517698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWKE7tSNn4I/AAAAAAAAARo/hVmyj4WY9Xk/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amy,myself and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287935083428512290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWKE8RMVAiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/2UJe8vWfEa0/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kami and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287935080257873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWKE8FYY5SI/AAAAAAAAARw/_djCtFEfO98/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and the hubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the hope of a New Year...it's like a ball of renewed energy, motivation and our best intentions, all rolled into one and gifted to each us as we embark on a New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to 2009...and all that it may hold!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3846752960323709698?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3846752960323709698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3846752960323709698' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3846752960323709698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3846752960323709698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SWKE6kZVxjI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Y_SjqIGOM4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8121339955504198857</id><published>2008-12-28T17:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:07:13.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the endless preparations, shopping, decorating, wrapping and baking wound down...&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;...Christmas week was upon us. It proved to be a wonderful week spent enjoying time with both of our families, lots of food and plenty of treats under the tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday night was the Annual Chili Dinner with Jordan's extended family. Every year 30+ of us gather together at Jordan's aunt and uncle's house for chili and a dirty santa exchange. It is always a funny night with plenty of healthy banter back and forth as everyone positions for the best dirty santa gift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284993222562399010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgRVbctwyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9vBUcuH2Kw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Laurel (our niece on Jordan's side) donning Mr. Potato Head's Santa Gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995082262141778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgTBrXr21I/AAAAAAAAAO4/K00dZE44vx8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordo's cousin, Lindsey, with her Dirty Santa snag...yes, it's a pig cookie jar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995091494595122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgTCNw36jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qIBmVa7gNYo/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gray (nephew on J's side) is seriously the funniest little man...even his big bro Peyton think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christmas Eve Jordan and I went to our &lt;a href="http://www.mycompasschurch.com/highlandmeadows/"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; , just the 2 of us, to enjoy their Christmas Eve service for the very first time!!! Every year past we have either gone with his or my family to their churches for Christmas Eve. It was really a neat time to share together - our very 1st &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas Eve tradition, just the 2 of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christmas morning Jordan and I were up bright and early (clarification, early rising is thanks to our &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, not a child) to head over to Nana and Papa's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995095444136658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgTCcehItI/AAAAAAAAAPI/miDSvmnxG04/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophie in her Santa dress, and oh-so-pleased about it, too, can't ya tell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christmas morning was an absolute ball. Each year that we spend it with Jordan's family, we (25 of us) head over to his Nana and Papa's house. From newborns to adults, everyone is in coordinating pajamas -it is &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; a sight to see. This Christmas morning was as fun as ever, with the numbers of kiddos growing by the year :). I loved watching ALL of Jordan's cousins squeal with excitement and delight as they ripped into their gifts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995097914288466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgTClrcqVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cNY5_kZogoM/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jordan and his dad were the "elves" in charge of passing out the presents. Niiiice hats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As soon as opening gifts and a big breakfast wrapped up, the hubs and I were off to our house to get ready for yet another Christmas celebration- Waco style. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We loaded the car and headed South for Waco to spend Christams evening with my side of the family. It is so nice to be close enough to see each family at Christmas and we love not having to miss spending time with either side. Christmas in Waco was a wonderful time, all over again. Ash, Scott and Mabry came over mid-afternoon. Tear, tear, Reg and Brooke left that a.m. to celebrate with her family. We SO missed seeing them. Ahhh...tear, tear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all opened up gifts, with the star of the show being Mabry, as she discovered her new pink bicycle from Cici and Poppa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285003339459191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgaiT035KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/u5V9HO6Rgb8/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Christmas Night we enjoyed the most deelish dinner, a family tradition, beef tender, as prepared by my dad. So.Dern.Good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284995109210299122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgTDPwoGvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/rj52vUv9jJE/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Admiring Mom's craftiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285008830723220562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgfh8YPZFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hkYwgnA7JiI/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some of us were happier than &lt;s&gt;Sophie&lt;/s&gt; others to literally be "in" the Christmas Spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285003319643933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgahKAjDPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SJ0huPVEPQA/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285003313824767906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgag0VJn6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xbldj3hBubU/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285003332461832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgah5wkp8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/w9eOTsNRpEY/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285003346047566354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgaisXqghI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IWZpJoskPkE/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Having the chance to celebrate the birth of our Savior with &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; our families is truly a blessing. I am so fortunate to have married a man who values and loves family as much as I do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Christmas is a time of hope, a time of peace and a time of love...all made possible by a little baby boy, brought down to Earth, a gift given to us from the Lord, so that we could experience- again and again, the hope of what is to come, the peace of what is today and an everlasting love from our Father above.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whether with famiies big or small, celebrations great or small, I hope you all enjoyed your Holidays!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8121339955504198857?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8121339955504198857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8121339955504198857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8121339955504198857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8121339955504198857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SVgRVbctwyI/AAAAAAAAAOw/y9vBUcuH2Kw/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3136208650011461231</id><published>2008-12-21T08:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:53:38.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye</title><content type='html'>Last night Jordan and I went to see the Cowboys play their last game at Texas Stadium...37 years of football played under that hole in the roof (you know, so God could watch His team, wink wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years we've seen plenty of the good, the bad and the ugly out of our beloved Dallas Cowboys, and last night was no exception. With the pain of the disappointing loss still too fresh , I'll simply leave you with a couple of pics from the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254160054825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SU5WLAdlsFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zwnSApiJp6k/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making their big entrance and fired up for a "W"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282254168244718914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SU5WLe-NjUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/buQLntCej8w/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happier times....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Perhaps the new stadium will inspire a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; more heart, fight and gusto out of the Boys. 'Til then, let's keep our fingers crossed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Romo&lt;/span&gt; can see clearly and throw to the correct team ;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3136208650011461231?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3136208650011461231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3136208650011461231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3136208650011461231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3136208650011461231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-farewell-auf-wiedersehen.html' title='So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SU5WLAdlsFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zwnSApiJp6k/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2494011297865921812</id><published>2008-12-18T13:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:27:40.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virtual Christmas Wish to YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you the &lt;strong&gt;Merriest&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;Christmases&lt;/strong&gt;, my fellow blogging buddies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281213390812508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUqjmQ5qb3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/R_GXJtrgU5w/s320/2008+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a virtual Christmas card to put on your virtual fridge, he! he!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2494011297865921812?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2494011297865921812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2494011297865921812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2494011297865921812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2494011297865921812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-virtual-christmas-wish-to-you.html' title='My Virtual Christmas Wish to YOU!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUqjmQ5qb3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/R_GXJtrgU5w/s72-c/2008+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4341200832778174954</id><published>2008-12-16T10:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T10:53:24.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Holiday Flick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone out there have a favorite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know my list is long. I have many favored holiday flicks that I can watch over and over again, reciting the lines by heart and chuckling each time as if it's my first time to see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've posted a couple of great ones (in my book, anyway) below. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lemme know which one(s) I left off...or which one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;will be popping in the &lt;s&gt;VHS&lt;/s&gt; DVD player this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430619791428130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbq_nDiiI/AAAAAAAAANw/RobWcs8CaCQ/s400/elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430666509039938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbttpZuUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DFylYf17u9Y/s400/home+alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430636714711042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbr-p4WAI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Gs5TjZDzf1M/s400/a+christmas+story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430637592054818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbsB7DjCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/x3IcMFmjchg/s400/christmas+vacation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430654045607474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbs_N41jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/k5lSsp89nqU/s400/grinch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas Y'all!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4341200832778174954?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4341200832778174954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4341200832778174954' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4341200832778174954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4341200832778174954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/favorite-holiday-flick.html' title='Favorite Holiday Flick'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUfbq_nDiiI/AAAAAAAAANw/RobWcs8CaCQ/s72-c/elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-7685044352043526254</id><published>2008-12-11T19:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:31:03.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree...taking the cue from fellow blogging buddies, I've posted a pic of The Young Christmas tree this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278755517984010210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUHoLPGR7-I/AAAAAAAAANY/HqKgNFQrbmA/s400/treeblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278755525280204818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUHoLqR1CBI/AAAAAAAAANg/cZvgbzK1sAE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...The stockings were hung by the chimney with care....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278755530386033282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUHoL9TJyoI/AAAAAAAAANo/ML63JKrNE8E/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In hopes that the shopping &amp;amp; wrapping fairy soon would be there!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm over half-way done with my gift giving list...press on, little elf, press on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Two weeks and counting 'til the big day arrives. I hope you are all enjoying the season and keeping Him in the forefront in all that you do....tis the season! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-7685044352043526254?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7685044352043526254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=7685044352043526254' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7685044352043526254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/7685044352043526254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SUHoLPGR7-I/AAAAAAAAANY/HqKgNFQrbmA/s72-c/treeblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8410712597105285029</id><published>2008-12-09T18:06:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:59:33.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mabry Comes to Stay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WARNING----LONG POST BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past Thursday my niece, Mabry, came to stay with us for the long weekend. I have been looking forward to this weekend for months, and could not wait for her arrival. She is 3 years old (as of Sunday) and is at such a fun age. Okay... well, I mean, every age is fun, but these days she's my little giggling, chatter box, "why?", "how come?"-asking pal! Whew, it's a lotta work; but the fun we have definitely outweighs it all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She arrived on Thursday just in time for her nap. After napping like a champ, the rest of Thursday afternoon and evening went really well. She "helped" me with dinner and we enjoyed The Polar Express as we waited for the hubs to get home from work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we..errr, I mean...she...was up &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; earlier than anticipated. After some breakfast, crafts and more Polar Express watching we waved farewell to Jordan as he headed off to work. I proceeded to get our breakfast mess cleaned up while Mabry "organized" my Christmas cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly Mabry starts crying, saying that "Sophie at my crayons!!". Wait, what?!?! Sophie...ate...cra&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8MGKNhNAI/AAAAAAAAALA/1uisudwIyQw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277950588261315586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8MGKNhNAI/AAAAAAAAALA/1uisudwIyQw/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yons?!?! Okay, stop, wait, process info...crayons and dogs can't be a good mix. I immediately called the emergency Vet. They asked her weight(9lbs) and age(2 yrs) and conclueded that "ahhh, she should be fine. She may puke and poop rainbows, but she'll be okay." Whewwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We then move towards showering and getting ready for our day out and about, that's to include the park, a picnic lunch, trip I go to crank up the engine to no avail. Yep, a DEAD BATTERY. Are. You. Kidding.Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thankfully, Jordan came by during lunch and fixed the battery. It had somehow come detached..umm, okay. Yes, Jordan really &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;Bob Villa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After some cookie baking and decorating to salvage the lost morning to crayons and dead car batteries, Mabry went down for a 2+ hour nap...ahhh...greatness! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962662666063010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8XE-38TKI/AAAAAAAAALw/EWLue_fTl6c/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the chance to myself, go potty right after I put her down for her nap (moms out there, how do you do that?). Just as she began to stir from her nap, mind you, this is 2+ hours later, I wander into my bedroom to listen to her on the monitor, only to discover my master bathroom had FLOODED, and had been doing so since I pottied 2 hours earlier. Again, I ask. Are.You.Kidding.Me. I quickly scurry to clean up the mayja (Posh Spice, anyone?) mess, so that I can retrieve my waking niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon we head to the toy store to let her pick out a treat. I told her she could pick out anything she wanted and directed her towards lots of pink and purple things (i.e. Barby, Polly Pocket) and guess what she made a bee-line for...a football! Yep! When I asked her if she was &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; that's what she wanted she replied "Yeah, so I can be Tony Romo and you can catch a touchdown!" She really is hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day Sophie decided that she not only wanted Mabry's crayons, but now her football, too! Anyone sensing some doggy territory issues here?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962681736799426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8XGF6wpMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hTbgREqojvw/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the evidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962677825020498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8XF3WHolI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qGqen21Sqnw/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was definitely one of those Murphy's Law types of days. All I could do was laugh, and yes, also &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; question my readiness for starting a family ;). None of the days' goofy events were even caused by Mabry, but still, I'm just not sure I am up for this????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277959985839835586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8UpK61icI/AAAAAAAAALI/QnkPQERvm-8/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Onto some sunnier times...cold, but sunny :). We got up bright (really still dark outside) and early Saturday morning to take Mabry to the Neiman Marcus Adolphus Children's Parade in downtown Dallas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277959998213970994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8Up5BD3DI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OOhjCEtEbAI/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Reggie and Brooke got to the parade nearly 3 hours early to snag a good spot and set up our chairs. We had PRIME SEATING, thanks to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277960008313825154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8UqepDZ4I/AAAAAAAAALg/4pdMa0zDebg/s200/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super cold when the parade started, but as the entertainment began, we all warmed up and enjoyed the watching all of the fun passers-by. Mabry was awe struck by the floats, dancers, balloons, etc... It was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277960000962548034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8UqDQX0UI/AAAAAAAAALY/-PiqJLuPT9I/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our spot was right next to the lady that holds the sign showing the parade participants on the floats, dancing, in the bands, etc. that you are "NOW ENTERING TV ZONE". It was so funny to watch all the parade participants' faces freeze with nervousness as they noticed and read the sign. I mean, come'on, this &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; thier moment to shine, folks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962673069283234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8XFloQ16I/AAAAAAAAAMA/4sDart7R0bE/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brooke got Mabry this puppy, she named him Rudolph :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277960017039598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8Uq_JcIlI/AAAAAAAAALo/SwiYsUW5wbc/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, Santa Claus made his big entrance! Mabry was sure to yell out her one wish..."A candy cane that is sticky!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962666662381026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8XFNwvReI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lcxdlm2fKw0/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the parade we headed for burgers at Twisted Root with Brooke and Reg and then home for a serious nap session. Mabry, Jordan, Sophie, Abby (my parents dog) and I were ALL tuckered out and slept the afternoon away. Ahhh, pure bliss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(A little background into the weekend...Ash, Scott, along with my mom and dad were all 4 in Chicago for a dental conference. That's why we got to keep her.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, &lt;strong&gt;Sunday was Miss Mabry's 3rd Birthday!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was so excited to have her stay with us for part of the day and celebrate with her. We started the morning off with cinnamon rolls with candles as Jordan and I serenaded her. She was pretty confused since she'd had her big, friend party the week before. She kept saying, "Is this my 2nd birthday?" Too cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277967974622258306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8b6Lc_ZII/AAAAAAAAAMY/UdR9nar2rQA/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277967980396486338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8b6g9rHsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5Xk1FE1zaos/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we headed to church and lunch. At lunch we decided to continue milking this birthday thing as much as we could and had the waitstaff come sing to her and bring her a brownie sundae. She was stunned, but LOVED it. Her reaction to complete strangers singing to her was pretty darn funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277967987057525858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8b65xyhGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zRXd5SELeDw/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277967992238303186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8b7NE-59I/AAAAAAAAAMw/1wkFhRQOScQ/s200/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277967993787342898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8b7S2TYDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7WcV02viyjE/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was such a fun weekend having Mabry stay with us. She's her own little person these days full of personality, lots of questions, and non-stop humor. I can't wait for her to come again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8410712597105285029?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8410712597105285029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8410712597105285029' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8410712597105285029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8410712597105285029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/12/mabry-comes-to-stay.html' title='Mabry Comes to Stay!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/ST8MGKNhNAI/AAAAAAAAALA/1uisudwIyQw/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8288575394544305395</id><published>2008-11-29T09:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:08:34.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Thanks 2008</title><content type='html'>Put this one in the books as yet another great Thanksgiving spent with dear family. With so much to be thankful for, it was a wonderful day to give God the glory for all He has given us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106780931594290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLIDoGDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a4s514sj7VI/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check out that bird. These days we go the fried turkey route, simply deelish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Way to go Daddy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLx3TMZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GcORR5MI3os/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106792154182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLx3TMZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GcORR5MI3os/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pa Paw, Mee Maw, Ash and Mabry getting ready to dig in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLb4x99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ykeg-xewiZc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106786254813138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLb4x99I/AAAAAAAAAKY/ykeg-xewiZc/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mabry LOVED the okra! I think she ate 8 of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLDY_FHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JTgTMEjNHO4/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106779679003762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLDY_FHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JTgTMEjNHO4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dad, Reggie, Mom and Scott &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't they look &lt;em&gt;thrilled&lt;/em&gt; to have their pic taken?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, you can't have Thanksgiving without the Cowboys Game. Even Sophie was fired up for the game with her jersey on :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkKi8YN_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rBuA6zNrqGY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274106770969081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkKi8YN_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rBuA6zNrqGY/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFik7xLEKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T5NvshR316M/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105025286312098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFik7xLEKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T5NvshR316M/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reg, Sophie and I cheering the Boys on to a victory!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274107099510566994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkdq2xcFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/E9P7SyaAmF0/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mabry all tuckered out after a full day of family, food and play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will praise God's name in song and glorify him with thanksgiving. Psalm 69:30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-8288575394544305395?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/8288575394544305395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=8288575394544305395' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8288575394544305395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/8288575394544305395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-thanks-2008.html' title='Day of Thanks 2008'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/STFkLIDoGDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a4s514sj7VI/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-5989118640693168304</id><published>2008-11-22T08:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:07:47.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Calling all gals who claim not to be a Betty, Martha, or Paula...Crocker, Stewart and Dean, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stumbled upon this easy and absolutely scrumptious &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pumpkin Crisp&lt;/span&gt; recipe on a fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://whitneyakin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Whitney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; site a few weeks ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, stay with me here and don't count it out, even if you aren't a big pumpkin fan. This litte number is deelish!!! Hubs was eating it straight from the pan...spoonful after spoonful. My co-worker made it soon thereafter and said her boys gobbled it up in less than 24 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho...for those of you looking to make a little contribution to the Thanksgiving Day feast, give this one a whirl, as it is &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; to be a crowd pleaser! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Crisp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=142"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 ounces &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=285"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/a&gt; (not pumpkin pie filling)&lt;br /&gt;12 ounces &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=500"&gt;evaporated milk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=139"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=359"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=324"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=166"&gt;ground ginger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=350"&gt;vanilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 (18 ounce) package yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 cups &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=421"&gt;margarine&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=141"&gt;butter&lt;/a&gt;, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Preheat oven to 350*.&lt;br /&gt;- Mix first 8 ingredients together (eggs through vanilla).&lt;br /&gt;- Pour into ungreased 3 quart baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;- Sprinkle dry cake mix over top and drizzle with melted margarine.&lt;br /&gt;- Bake for 25 minutes; top with nuts and bake an additional 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great topped with butter pecan ice cream or your favorite flavor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Baking!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-5989118640693168304?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5989118640693168304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=5989118640693168304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5989118640693168304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/5989118640693168304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmm-good.html' title='Mmmm Good!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-4737980197385705511</id><published>2008-11-18T13:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:59:55.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Speed Racer Go!!!</title><content type='html'>Below is a pic from a recent race Jordan and I ran together, the Tour des Fleurs 20K. It was a 12.5 mile race beginning and ending at the Dallas Arboretum (hence the fleurs part). It was a hot, but fun time this September!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SSMdNA-jdvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoxiWWkI1zY/s1600-h/TourdesFleurs08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270088098391488242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SSMdNA-jdvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoxiWWkI1zY/s320/TourdesFleurs08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jordan's 1st big race and he did awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having been a spectator, as I ran a couple of marathons and such, Jordan decided to join in on the insanity that is distance running and asked me to be his coach (insert laughs and giggles here). We have been running together for nearly a year now and it's been so much fun, err, well, unless you ask him at 6:30 a.m. Saturday during our long runs :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've really had a great time together huffing and puffing and pushing through the mileage thus far. I am looking forward to many more miles of hubby-partnered training and some up and coming races this spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go dude! Keep up the good work!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-4737980197385705511?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4737980197385705511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=4737980197385705511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4737980197385705511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/4737980197385705511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-speed-racer-go.html' title='Go Speed Racer Go!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SSMdNA-jdvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NoxiWWkI1zY/s72-c/TourdesFleurs08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-9202458574160475675</id><published>2008-11-12T15:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:16:17.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day Fav's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, with the holidays quickly approaching and Thanksgiving nearly upon us, I thought I'd see what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are most looking forward to gobble gobbling up this Turkey Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267873295300830210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-2ggsJAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ui0_oTBmOFI/s200/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me, it's all about the carbs :). Of course I love me some tasty bird, (we fry ours these days) but I am &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a sucker for the starches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267873298799156450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-2tiwXOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LEiIrf7htRs/s200/dressing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The stuffing/dressing (whatever your fam calls it), dinner rolls, sweet potato cassserole, any flavor of pie, you name it...if it is carb-laden, I am all over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267877436588145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRtCnkAhu4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/SnD0aaqTZMU/s200/sweetpotato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I mean, afterall, what's the 2nd most important thing about Thanksgiving, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the &lt;strong&gt;Thankful&lt;/strong&gt; part??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267873306495619746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-3KNvEqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3O12eiHq8EI/s200/green+bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, the food, of course! (Yes, yes, and the Cowboy game, too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267873301278047010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-22xxOyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TZkluwkZ3eY/s200/cranberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the annoying words of Rachel Ray..."Yumm-O!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267873310701630354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-3Z4hs5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Rt8vIkFFXhI/s200/pumpkin+pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Okay, so, now it's your turn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;favorite, a Turkey Day must-have, or perhaps a family tradition ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-9202458574160475675?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/9202458574160475675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=9202458574160475675' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/9202458574160475675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/9202458574160475675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-favs.html' title='Turkey Day Fav&apos;s'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRs-2ggsJAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ui0_oTBmOFI/s72-c/turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-3301021450350573281</id><published>2008-11-06T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:44:31.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A United House</title><content type='html'>This is powerful and so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Moore posted this in her words as only she can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" name="4037327629900048819"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="This&amp;#13;&amp;#10;external link will open in a new window" href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-house.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;A United House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved Sisters who I esteem so highly and consistently find to be part of the solution to our problems in the Church rather than the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join me in praying for our President-elect Barack Obama, his wife Michelle, and his precious daughters, Sasha and Malia. Go with me before the Throne of our sovereign God and ask Him to grant wisdom from above to President-elect Obama and the indwelling presence and power of Jesus Christ. In the words of the Apostle Paul, "I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone - for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please also join me in the active and deliberate pursuit of unity and purity in the Body of Christ at this historical time in our country. I implore you in Jesus Name to have zero tolerance for prejudice whether it is regarding party-affiliation, color (whether you are Black, White, or Brown), economics or the like. Disagreement is not sin. Prejudice is. Satan has plotted events and planted attitudes that, should he be successful, will result in havoc. We must not stand for his schemes or cooperate in a single way. We would severely displease God and invite untold chastisement upon Christ's Church in our nation. Speak clearly to your children and graciously but emphatically draw a line in your work places and social circles regarding your stand against prejudice of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus knew their thoughts and said to them, 'Every kingdom divided against itself will be ruined, and every city or household divided against itself will not stand.'" (Matthew 12:25) A united house stands. A divided house falls. The devil has much to gain. But he also has much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Body of Jesus Christ and we have an opportunity to show His character. This is our watch. We stand for what is right not from our feet but from our knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I humble myself before you and make these pleas under such bold direction of God that I could not resist it nor disobey it. He made it a fire in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and esteem you so much. Shoulder to shoulder, Dear Sisters. Let's leave not one inch for the enemy to come between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-3301021450350573281?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3301021450350573281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=3301021450350573281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3301021450350573281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/3301021450350573281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-house.html' title='A United House'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-2630998019877081689</id><published>2008-11-05T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:19:22.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wendesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...speechless&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRHHS7Y59FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6EW75vBPMF8/s1600-h/BN18957-2T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265208567366546514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRHHS7Y59FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6EW75vBPMF8/s320/BN18957-2T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6121239719805128779-2630998019877081689?l=kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2630998019877081689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6121239719805128779&amp;postID=2630998019877081689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2630998019877081689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6121239719805128779/posts/default/2630998019877081689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlyevansyoung.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wendesday.html' title='Wordless Wendesday'/><author><name>Kimberly Jordan Walker &amp;amp; Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17935642627275900128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SRHHS7Y59FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6EW75vBPMF8/s72-c/BN18957-2T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121239719805128779.post-8639630298214108907</id><published>2008-11-03T20:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:00:30.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and BU Homecoming '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Waco Friday afternoon just in time to see Mabry, I mean, Shawn Johnson make her big Trick or Treating debut....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! What a show it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wbWT2OyI/AAAAAAAAAII/rbtjO30fxHo/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264620473311181602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wbWT2OyI/AAAAAAAAAII/rbtjO30fxHo/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Smiling with her CiCi and "black kitty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wayh_53I/AAAAAAAAAIA/l0_DARmPC_c/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264620463706859378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wayh_53I/AAAAAAAAAIA/l0_DARmPC_c/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wayh_53I/AAAAAAAAAIA/l0_DARmPC_c/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shawn and Shawn's Mom (check out the crafty button)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-waY2NndI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UNvwxCCmzkY/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264620456812322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-waY2NndI/AAAAAAAAAH4/UNvwxCCmzkY/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Silly Reggie making Mabry laugh, as always ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAYLOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMECOMING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday morning we were all up bright and early and out the door to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baylor Homecoming Parade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please note that this is my 26th BU Homecoming Parade (well maybe my 27th if you count in-utero). I missed a parade a few years back, but other than that, I have a near flawless attendance record.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264620481947998226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-wb2fBmBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tI9M_Nwtpkk/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mabry sittin' pretty atop Poppa's shoulders at the Parade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629871163098418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-4-YCWRTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/BAyOcB-i9X0/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ash, Me and Reg at the Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;...ahhh, sibling love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621602496166738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg9ughKJic8/SQ-xdE2hu1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/veXJD9FOy9M/s320/Halloween+%26+Homecoming+2008+023.JPG" border="0" /&
