<?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-6044006993801175902</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:07.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth and Adam's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-7572700713208048549</id><published>2009-06-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:58:31.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am oh so mad right now!! Why must I work and deal with bitches constant everyday.  I know my end here is near but honestly I don't know how much more I can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-7572700713208048549?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/7572700713208048549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=7572700713208048549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/7572700713208048549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/7572700713208048549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-oh-so-mad-right-now-why-must-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-2081461614489272554</id><published>2009-06-24T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:43:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being Pregnant....</title><content type='html'>Well it's been a while since I've got on here!  I'm 23 weeks!  I'm getting very excited about meeting my new little man!!We haven't quite decided on a name.  And we ae closing on our house Friday!! I'm so excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-2081461614489272554?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2081461614489272554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=2081461614489272554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/2081461614489272554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/2081461614489272554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-being-pregnant.html' title='On Being Pregnant....'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-3076941276046087185</id><published>2009-04-01T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:30:46.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ4Zq9VTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yJvFhYf6Yko/s1600-h/bethblogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ4Zq9VTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yJvFhYf6Yko/s320/bethblogpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319939073510821586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is folks. The true story of how this wonderful romance blossomed. That's us at Bennigans. I can't remember when this was taken I just know it's been a while. How did I meet Adam? Well I actually knew him as the kid who lived around the corner. I played Tee Ball for his dad when I was like 7. My brother played too. Adam was about 2 then (gross I know). Who would of thought that in a couple of years that toddler would be my husband.Here's a pic of us in our Stro's uniform!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ5HsCEYYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9RHtXEAo6JE/s1600-h/blogastros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ5HsCEYYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9RHtXEAo6JE/s320/blogastros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319939864073101698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a seizure in May of 2004. I was told I could not drive for 6 months and decided to get a job in bike riding distance. A job I had worked before but it had been a couple of years.  THE GP POOL! I figured a manager position would pay good enough so I took it. I walked in the pool office the first day of training and saw this hottie! To be honest I did not know who he was at first and he didn't seem to be that young. When Helene mentioned to us to start pairing up to practice drills I quickly walked over to the hottest guy there.  It was then that I learned who he was and that he was only 18. BUT LEGAL so that was good enough for me.  The next several weeks I worked with him everyday, then begged Micheal to hook us up, and he said " I needed to talk to Adam myself." I didn't want to cause I thought he would be intimidated by my age! I was 25. He later told me he was!! I told all my friends about him. They told me I was crazy for liking a younger guy. I couldn't help it. Everyday I worked with him he seemed like the perfect gentlemen, and was so sweet. FINALLY, on July 3rd 2004 a friend and I went Papa's Seafood to hang out and meet some people. I told her I had Adam's number (since I was his boss) but I was afraid to call. I talked about him all night. Suddenly my friend jerked my phone out of my hand and said, "If you don't call him right now I'm going to call from your phone and hang up. Then he will call you back and you will look stupid!" I had no choice. I took a quick shot of tequila (sorry liquid courage) and dialed his number. When he answered I asked him if he would like to go look at Fireworks for the 4th at the outdoor theatre. He accepted.&lt;br /&gt;So we went and had a good time. I was scared he would never call me back because I talked his ear off the whole time. So the next day At work I  invited him to my house to watch the movie Gothika. When he showed the second time I knew ok he must like me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ81DtUfkI/AAAAAAAAAII/GzrNs_YHwO8/s1600-h/bethblog2pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ81DtUfkI/AAAAAAAAAII/GzrNs_YHwO8/s320/bethblog2pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319943942057524802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken pretty close to when we first got together.  We had many good times at the pool. Now I look back and I'm so glad everything has turned out the way it has. I've had more fun with Adam than anyone else I know. He's the most caring person I know. I sometimes miss the pool days. That job was easy. and I worked with my boyfriend all day. We were actually dating for a while before anyone knew about it. The summer I went to Garner before we were "officially" a couple was only because I knew he would be there. I heard him talking about when he was going to go so, I planned a trip with my friends. Psycho I know. They all knew why I went too. I just knew no matter what someday we would be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ-UYnYueI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pUR3W2vG2zM/s1600-h/blogwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ-UYnYueI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pUR3W2vG2zM/s320/blogwedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319945579757353442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are now married and expecting our first child.  This is a true love story!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-3076941276046087185?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3076941276046087185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=3076941276046087185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3076941276046087185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3076941276046087185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-love-story.html' title='A True Love Story'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdQ4Zq9VTtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yJvFhYf6Yko/s72-c/bethblogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-5131715194561437821</id><published>2009-03-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:04:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my cash flow???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLJv7uwdvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GwG-w8lG3c4/s1600-h/beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLJv7uwdvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GwG-w8lG3c4/s320/beth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319535935202817778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yep, that's me.  I was probably thinking what I am thinking now. Fed up. Two negative blogs in a row YIKES!! Don't worry it will get better.  I had about half of my pay check withheld from this pay period.  My boss realized he had made a mistake on the payroll but decided he would go on vacation and fix it when he comes back. So I don't get the rest of my money until Tuesday. JERK! In other news, I found some old pics I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLKruQ5xlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uo8efhVcWgs/s1600-h/bethadam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLKruQ5xlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uo8efhVcWgs/s320/bethadam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319536962380088914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this pic on the roof of his parents house. Then he photo shopped it up. He wrote a little I love you message on the back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLLDf6XahI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QSRv3jwXxX8/s1600-h/ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLLDf6XahI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QSRv3jwXxX8/s320/ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319537370844326418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on the Greeze Lightning at Astroworld.  This was actually our 3rd date!!&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun.  Our romance wasn't out in the open just yet.  But I still believe we were in love even at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-5131715194561437821?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/5131715194561437821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=5131715194561437821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/5131715194561437821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/5131715194561437821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheres-my-cash-flow.html' title='Where&apos;s my cash flow???'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLJv7uwdvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GwG-w8lG3c4/s72-c/beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-3032166704004263920</id><published>2009-03-24T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:45:42.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much negativity!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well great things have happened to me and my family lately.  However it's been really hard to enjoy it.  My husband just got this new awesome job.  Something we soooo needed and were waiting for.  I've always dreamed of being able to quit my job and be a stay at home mom for a little while.  Now I finally get the chance.  It seems as though every time I share with someone about my new exciting future I always have to listen to crap i don't want to hear.  For example, "You shouldn't quit your job now Beth!" or "How do you know it will even work out?"  Gee thanks.  Or my favorite..."What is if Adam doesn't like it?" I have only one explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at my job over 3 years now. I guess you can say I'm billing, and do some dispatching here and there.  If anyone has ever done either of these jobs then THEY KNOW how it is. I have a high stress job title, and I work very hard.  I HATE MY JOB, AND HAVE HATED FOR ABOUT 2 1/2 YEARS. After I got engaged I decided to stay to support us while Adam worked part time and went to school. I have task thrown at me at the last minute, from every department, and my pay check is crap. I was also due for a raise 3 months ago. So the way I see it is if he don't like it JOIN THE CLUB! That's a part of life. No one wants to work but we all do it. It's time for me to relax! I'm tired of people taking away my happy thoughts of not working, and once and for all telling those people c-ya nice knowing you but I'm not going to miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-3032166704004263920?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3032166704004263920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=3032166704004263920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3032166704004263920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3032166704004263920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-negativity.html' title='Too much negativity!!!!!'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-1291503082382269362</id><published>2009-03-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:01:29.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/Sb2y3zXvRwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFvoca0cXlY/s1600-h/group.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/_8yRmGIvIwD0/Sb2y3zXvRwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFvoca0cXlY/s320/group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313599807119378178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to a wedding in San Antonio.  As you can see there is a group photo above.  It was fun to get out.  I did tell Adam this will be our LAST out of town wedding! Unless it's family then we have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/Sb2w9H4GOuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/02NEYO6I47I/s1600-h/friend.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/_8yRmGIvIwD0/Sb2w9H4GOuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/02NEYO6I47I/s320/friend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313597699499899618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of Me, Maria, and Jodi. The three most awesome chicks ever!!  Just hanging outside the mission after the wedding.  Maria said I should name my baby Blue Jean Jacket.  She has a sense of humor only some can understand but that's ok.  Fortunately I'm one of those people.  When we got back to the hotel we were all creeped about staying in a dirty STD ROOM!!!  Jodi made a gruesome discovery.  She was feeling around on the floor, under the bed looking for something when she felt something nasty!!  It was a dried up super old piece of fruit that had been sitting there for who knows how long!  We screamed like we had just seen a mouse.  Guess you had to be there it was pretty funny!  Anyhow that was our exciting weekend.  After I have the baby Adam and I want to go to Fiesta Texas!! It should be fun. TA! TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-1291503082382269362?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/1291503082382269362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=1291503082382269362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/1291503082382269362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/1291503082382269362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/03/san-antonio-trip.html' title='San Antonio Trip'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/Sb2y3zXvRwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFvoca0cXlY/s72-c/group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-2569338112917112022</id><published>2009-03-11T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:36:47.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Ol' Days.  Where did they go?</title><content type='html'>I was just watching some old videos of friends I grew up with.  I enjoyed them alot. Then it got me thinking....I'M OLD! I'm growing up. I'm about to have a family of my own.  As blessed as I am and am looking forward to it sometimes, I think what if I could go back just for a moment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about all the slumber parties and time spent hanging out with friends after school.  Always talking about what boy we had a crush on. My friends Kim, Jaime, and I LOVED to prank call.  One time we figured out how to get around anonymous call block.  My mom's phone bill ended up in the hundreds!!  We didn't know it cost money.  We were in major trouble but it's something we laugh about today.  Even my mom laughs.  I miss going wrapping houses.  On Thursdays and weekends.  I remember one time I had to Pee real bad so I just pee'd in the yard.  Can't remember who's house it was. AAHHHH the mischievous adolescence phase who could forget. I loved going to football games and out to eat afterward. October was the best time. I used to go to haunted houses all the time. I loved them. But I can honestly say I think it's been almost 5 years since I've been to one. I guess the point I'm trying to make it hold on to your memories, they're all you have.  You can never go back.  but you can always look back and laugh and tell stories to your new friends you meet that you didn't know back then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, prank calling, parties at Jackie's or Jimmy's, slumber parties, drill team, and just being a kid.  Time to grow up. There's a new generation around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-2569338112917112022?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2569338112917112022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=2569338112917112022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/2569338112917112022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/2569338112917112022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-ol-days-where-did-they-go.html' title='The Good Ol&apos; Days.  Where did they go?'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-598956172647098043</id><published>2009-03-01T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:11:29.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD STOREY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SatcWrxDIwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d6c1KGhnJJY/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SatcWrxDIwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d6c1KGhnJJY/s320/summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308438130561590018"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another website on Myspace. It's pretty sad sometimes.  It's main objective was to focus on domestic violence.  As I got more involved I came to know more people online with other types of tragedies.  Kidnapping, losing an infant to SIDS, and victims of drunk driving. The link is listed on the page if you would like to view it under My pages.  Anyhow, I read this woman's story and now I can't stop thinking about her or her daughter.&lt;br /&gt; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SatcKwHkqpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3fd89Ns09cM/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SatcKwHkqpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3fd89Ns09cM/s320/dd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308437925571373714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Summer.  This picture was taken just 2 weeks before she was killed. She was 8 years old. On September 26, 2006 She was going with her father and sister to blockbuster to return some movies. I drunk woman came out of nowhere and hit them.  Summer later died at the hospital. I see this girls picture and it reminds me of one thing. Let's face it no one is perfect. I think of all the times I went out and got completely WASTED and then proceeded to drive!  I am so lucky I was not hurt or never hurt anyone else. I am also lucky I was never pulled over. And so many of us have done it! Probably more times than we care to admit.  I can honestly say after hearing Summer's story and the fact that I am going to be a parent myself. I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!  The woman that killed Summer plead guilty but was never charged!!  She has not served a day in jail.  I'm sure there are many more sad stories like this one. You can read more about Summer at www.myspace.com/4ever8ours.&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of friends that drink.  Please guys...next time think before you drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-598956172647098043?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/598956172647098043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=598956172647098043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/598956172647098043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/598956172647098043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/03/sad-storey.html' title='SAD STOREY!!!!'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SatcWrxDIwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/d6c1KGhnJJY/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-372973343997106709</id><published>2009-02-27T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:32:34.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SaifKNBUh_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JihInwqfs7A/s1600-h/Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SaifKNBUh_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JihInwqfs7A/s320/Baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307667158498838514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! I'm going to be a Mom!! I officially feel old! But, really I can't wait, I'm so excited.  Even though, this little bundle of joy caught us by surprise!! Yes! I KNOW HOW BABIES ARE MADE!! Lets just say I was being very naive when I thought, "There's no way I'm going to get pregnant the FIRST time I have sex  right after getting off my birth control!"  I thought it would take a while. Every person I talk to said it took several months but NOT ME!! So if anyone ever needs me to talk to their kids  about sex education and how they CAN get pregnant the first time just let me know. :)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I really didn't want to wait long anyhow. I'm almost 30 I need to get moving.  Either way we are both ready and happy. I know Adam is going to be a great dad.  Babies love him! and were about to close on a house at the end of March. Just another example of God's perfect timing. I also plan to start blogging more often I've been really busy! Here's a pic of the happy couple soon to be new parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/eaphilley/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/eaphilley/CIMG0257.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.....&lt;br /&gt;Here is my brother Tyler. He and his chic are coming down from San Fransico next week. Sorry Jo, I don't have a pic of you. Can't wait to see them. We are going to a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/eaphilley/?action=view&amp;current=ty.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll104/eaphilley/ty.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and That's all. Hope this reading wasnt't painful for you in any way. Go to go bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-372973343997106709?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/372973343997106709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=372973343997106709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/372973343997106709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/372973343997106709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-things-in-my-life.html' title='New Things in My Life'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SaifKNBUh_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JihInwqfs7A/s72-c/Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-4754594501736345280</id><published>2008-11-19T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:46:51.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Grandma Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SSS8jA_ix1I/AAAAAAAAADU/YZjRq-7IeN0/s1600-h/gma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SSS8jA_ix1I/AAAAAAAAADU/YZjRq-7IeN0/s320/gma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270544773678286674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say part 2 cause I've already wrote 1 blog about her on My space.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my grandmother passed away this weekend.  I've never really lost anyone close to me before.  Back in 2001 I lost a friend to a drug overdose.  I thought that was hard and I only cried at the the funeral. I can't stop thinking about her, and all the things I SHOULD HAVE done.  I know my grandma was a christian woman and is in a better place.  That is the only thing that brings me comfort.  The only thing I can do is move on.  I know I will see her again someday. My grandmother left a great legacy.  She spent her whole life taking care of others. Even when she was very sick she still came through for the people that needed her.  And always willing to help anybody, even those that took advantage of her!  She loved everyone unconditionally almost like what Jesus himself would do. I will never be able to be like her but I can try.  I admire her so much.  It's going to be hard without her. She was supposed to come stay with us all week next for Thanksgiving, and I was so looking forward to it.  She has 17 great-grandchildren. I wanted her to live to see my children.  Who knows, maybe if my husband lets me I will name one of them after her.  (I'm only saying that cause I like to let him think he's in control :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ready to move on and be over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-4754594501736345280?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4754594501736345280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=4754594501736345280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/4754594501736345280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/4754594501736345280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-my-grandma-part-2.html' title='Missing My Grandma Part 2'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SSS8jA_ix1I/AAAAAAAAADU/YZjRq-7IeN0/s72-c/gma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-3717227306338923646</id><published>2008-11-12T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:55:59.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters in Tha World!!!</title><content type='html'>Well work has been ok for the past couple of weeks.  However, I knew it was only a matter of time before my psycho, bipolar, neurotic boss had an another serious meltdown.  Her spastic temper is sometimes more than I can handle, and totally unpredictable. People like that are the one's that always go POSTAL! You know what I mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's such a mean person, and she has probably made so many lives miserable while working there.  I sometimes wonder, how does she sleep at night?  My friend got laid off. She called her in her office while she was crying on the phone talking to her insurance adjuster.  Then in very caddy attitude offered her some popcorn then said, "Stefani, were just not making enough money.. got to let you go."  Did I mention just this past weekend my company chartered a bus to the UT game and paid for all employee's and there spouses that signed up to attend the game, and paid for their dinner that night?  SHADY!!!!!!!!!!!!! When she came to work after IKE talking about how her Galveston home was totally destroyed I did not feel sorry for her. OUCH! Yes I know that was harsh.  What I wanted to say was, "That is what you get!!"  She is the true definition a of true evil, vindictive person.  Why?  Because, she is JEALOUS!  My friend she laid off and any other person that has been laid off all have something in common.  They were young, pretty, MARRIED (which is way better than some common law marriage she lives with that is going nowhere), and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never gave me any problems until after I came back from my wedding.  Then it all hit me at once. This chick really is psycho and it's not just office gossip.  I could go on forever but I'm not.  Just know she's evil, and envious of anyone who has happiness in their life.  If you want to know more about her, be sure to check her out in the book of: "Who's Who's Among Spawns of Satan!!" Warning, I'm PMS-ING, AND HORMONAL today. So as I would say to her on a street corner, and not working there anymore, "It sucks to be you but, it sure is great to be ME!" (LoL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-3717227306338923646?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3717227306338923646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=3717227306338923646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3717227306338923646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/3717227306338923646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2008/11/haters-in-tha-world.html' title='Haters in Tha World!!!'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-8499492780091385463</id><published>2008-11-10T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:27:19.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet my Immediate Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjT2h6VYiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YRM6rQugf3M/s1600-h/CIMG0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjT2h6VYiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YRM6rQugf3M/s320/CIMG0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267192697979232802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me.  November 10th and I'm already wrapping Christmas Presents.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Christmas!  I love the decorating, shopping, visiting with family, and of course the food!!!  I think to many people think negatively about Christmas.  They let all the stress get in the way. This is definitely a time we should be rejoicing.  Thanking God for everything we have and everything he will continue to do for us.  Anyone doing anything special??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day we brought Sophie home. She did real good. She went to the litter box all by herself, and hasn't scratched the furniture.  The other two cats weren't to happy as expected.  They hissed and spit some.  I do think they will get used to her.  Here she is making herself at home on out couch!  Isn't she cute!  I give you Gretchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjVSUjuUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/ouB8ffMOSr4/s1600-h/CIMG0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjVSUjuUdI/AAAAAAAAACI/ouB8ffMOSr4/s320/CIMG0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267194274942702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the cat with an attitude!  We call her Kitty.  She's about 8 years old.  She only likes Adam and I. Hates Strangers!! And she sleeps with me every night.  I'll show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjWG4rC1_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlK8_OPWvtM/s1600-h/CIMG0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjWG4rC1_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GlK8_OPWvtM/s320/CIMG0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267195177990281202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a nap with Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjWfGltZXI/AAAAAAAAACY/itbJwOd45Z4/s1600-h/CIMG0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjWfGltZXI/AAAAAAAAACY/itbJwOd45Z4/s320/CIMG0238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267195594042860914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have Pennie.  Everyone loves her. She's a very friendly cat. Always wants to cuddle.  She almost died when we got her.  Adam and I raised her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't look at me this is terrible picture but it's the only one I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjXFNL2MRI/AAAAAAAAACg/nP8OQ4rmsfc/s1600-h/CIMG0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjXFNL2MRI/AAAAAAAAACg/nP8OQ4rmsfc/s320/CIMG0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267196248648462610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.. we have my wonderful cutie pie husband Adam! He's a quiet guy but, he's hard not to love :)!  I love spending every minute of the day with him, and he makes me laugh! Love you babe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjX53vL1AI/AAAAAAAAACo/xebZdWCC4TI/s1600-h/CIMG0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjX53vL1AI/AAAAAAAAACo/xebZdWCC4TI/s320/CIMG0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267197153424167938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-8499492780091385463?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/8499492780091385463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=8499492780091385463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/8499492780091385463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/8499492780091385463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-my-immediate-family.html' title='Meet my Immediate Family!'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRjT2h6VYiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YRM6rQugf3M/s72-c/CIMG0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044006993801175902.post-1046004081045873760</id><published>2008-11-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:43:06.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRdnTVb386I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k0CiiQNBG68/s1600-h/CIMG0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRdnTVb386I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k0CiiQNBG68/s320/CIMG0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266791871102317474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRdmhDEeKuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vuk8e_zam2U/s1600-h/CIMG0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRdmhDEeKuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vuk8e_zam2U/s320/CIMG0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266791007178861282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my wonderful husband ADAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I'm new to this here sight.  Got word about it through a friend.  And yes I love to BLOG!! So I will be on here quite often.  This is a picture of my oldest kitty. She likes video games. We are working on a new name for her.  My dad gave her a bad name she's grown acustom to because, of something she did all around the house when we first got her.  I can't very well have my children calling her that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just loving the married life!  My husband and I just got a new kitty.  WE had 2 now there is a third.  Her name is Gretchen and she's about a month old.  As with all my cats, she was very sick when I got her, and now she's been nursed back to good health.  For all you animal lovers out there drop me a line sometime.  Anyhow I will just keep this short and sweet.  Maybe you will hear from tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6044006993801175902-1046004081045873760?l=eaphilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/feeds/1046004081045873760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6044006993801175902&amp;postID=1046004081045873760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/1046004081045873760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6044006993801175902/posts/default/1046004081045873760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaphilley.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-peeps.html' title='Hey Peeps!'/><author><name>eaphilley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065453892058848150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SdLL3o08XaI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YnH_l8uTzzw/S220/ride.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8yRmGIvIwD0/SRdnTVb386I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k0CiiQNBG68/s72-c/CIMG0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
