<?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-1047598328455867976</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:09:39.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVING FUN WITH TWO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8773022120784124407</id><published>2010-04-23T19:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:39:42.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLIQUED SPRING ITEMS</title><content type='html'>Well I have been sewing all week long getting ready for "Spring Fest 2010". Due to the bad weather that is moving it, they had to cancel it. I am sure others feel the disappointed like I do and I totally understand why they cancel it, but it is heart braking. Great mother's day gifts, b'day gifts, a happy for yourself and end of the year teacher gifts. Here are a couple of things I have done. I have a couple of more pictures to take and post and a couple of more items to finish. If you see anything you just have to have let me know. thanks.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls t-shirts in all sizes, Small, Medium and Large  $18.00 each&lt;br /&gt;short sleeves and tank tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JA_xW2V7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ex7hfB11lro/s1600/DSC07342.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/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JA_xW2V7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ex7hfB11lro/s320/DSC07342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463500762278942642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross bags $14.00 each.  can also put an initial on these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I__U354nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xwxgF_4fmF8/s1600/DSC07339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I__U354nI/AAAAAAAAAoA/xwxgF_4fmF8/s320/DSC07339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463499655121330802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison Jag bags $16.00 each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OpaBCEyNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/IqbY8rmwmvU/s1600/DSC07387.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/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OpaBCEyNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/IqbY8rmwmvU/s320/DSC07387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463897037349374162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these bags are a little bigger  14.5 x 18  they sell for $20.00 each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OpaYfXqkI/AAAAAAAAApA/HF7GikqYXxk/s1600/DSC07388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OpaYfXqkI/AAAAAAAAApA/HF7GikqYXxk/s320/DSC07388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463897043646261826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9Opa1J7AXI/AAAAAAAAApI/Kde8RTQJV0E/s1600/DSC07390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9Opa1J7AXI/AAAAAAAAApI/Kde8RTQJV0E/s320/DSC07390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463897051340931442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebels shirts  boy 3t girls Sm..  can do these in any size  $20.00 each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoLXoYAZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1WL5UYc7Nfw/s1600/DSC07385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoLXoYAZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1WL5UYc7Nfw/s320/DSC07385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463895686205931922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern shirts boys xs girls Sm..  $20.00 each can do these any size too&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoK9fxD-I/AAAAAAAAAog/TecxNoV2M8s/s1600/DSC07384.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/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoK9fxD-I/AAAAAAAAAog/TecxNoV2M8s/s320/DSC07384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463895679190503394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulldogs shirts boys 4 and girls Sm.  can do these in any size as well.  $20.00 each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoLwbUORI/AAAAAAAAAow/qvkfapidPqQ/s1600/DSC07386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9OoLwbUORI/AAAAAAAAAow/qvkfapidPqQ/s320/DSC07386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463895692862044434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen hand towels $12.00 each, can also out an initial on these&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JA_rvymGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AJ_Ifnsf5bE/s1600/DSC07340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JA_rvymGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/AJ_Ifnsf5bE/s320/DSC07340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463500760772941922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys and girls burp clothes  $12.00 - initial can be put on this as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JBAZTf4OI/AAAAAAAAAoY/esSflwINSxY/s1600/DSC07344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JBAZTf4OI/AAAAAAAAAoY/esSflwINSxY/s320/DSC07344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463500773002305762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG flower hobo bags $28.00 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_BlVgyoI/AAAAAAAAAno/8QZr3MYE8VQ/s1600/DSC07336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_BlVgyoI/AAAAAAAAAno/8QZr3MYE8VQ/s320/DSC07336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463498594388593282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_BMIOnMI/AAAAAAAAAng/Ctrg7QaXgzg/s1600/DSC07331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_BMIOnMI/AAAAAAAAAng/Ctrg7QaXgzg/s320/DSC07331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463498587621989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute little boys snake shirts.  $18.00 each...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_A_bRxdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/KAYK-pKtsWY/s1600/DSC07309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9I_A_bRxdI/AAAAAAAAAnY/KAYK-pKtsWY/s320/DSC07309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463498584212227538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8773022120784124407?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8773022120784124407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8773022120784124407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8773022120784124407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8773022120784124407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-items.html' title='APPLIQUED SPRING ITEMS'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/S9JA_xW2V7I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Ex7hfB11lro/s72-c/DSC07342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-3336097867076508640</id><published>2010-04-06T09:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:46:27.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOLAN THOMAS AINSWORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I will be registering my little man for K-5 tomorrow. He will graduate from Frist Baptist Ridgeland on May 19th. He will start a different afterschool care place in July as well. Lots of changes for my little man. I have talked to him about going to big boy school and the differen afterschool care and he seems very excited about it. He says that all of his friends will be there with him and he will learn and play all day long. It just brakes my heart because all of his friends from daycare will be going to different schools and I am sure they will be going back to FBR for afterschool care.  I haven't talked to him about that just yet.  He is just growing up way to fast for me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457034060533298194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/S7tHkMFLdBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AEPEtZYWrIM/s320/funtimes+2010+neworleans,easter+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3336097867076508640?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3336097867076508640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3336097867076508640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3336097867076508640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3336097867076508640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/04/nolan-thomas-ainsworth.html' title='NOLAN THOMAS AINSWORTH'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/S7tHkMFLdBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AEPEtZYWrIM/s72-c/funtimes+2010+neworleans,easter+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4230380371544484423</id><published>2010-03-31T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:22:13.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLI * K * IT</title><content type='html'>O.K. here it is....  I have thought and thought about this for a couple of months now and just decided to go with it.  If I don't make it then I don't make it, if I do make it then WOW...  I can't believe it.  I am started to really start doing appliqueing for people lately so I thought, well since I am making a little bit of side money then why not start doing it for others.  A friend of mine and I (she paints and I will post her site) have decided that we are going to do the PARKWAY HILLS UNITED METHODIST CHURCH - SPRING FEST - ON APRIL 24th.  I have been ordering things and buying fabric and just now getting a little, well very OVERWHELMED at how much all of this takes.  Now I know why things are so expensive if they are hand made.  Anyway, so there you have it, it is out in the open..  APPLI * K * IT is just now starting to get up and running.  I have some pictures on my fb if you ever want to see them just click on photos "MY HOBBY", if you are not my friend and you and want to see them send me a message telling me that you want to look and I will be glad to friend you.  I am not sure if I will be doing an APPLI * K * IT blog or website, I will just have to wait and see where this leads me.  Oh, here is my friends blog with her paintings...  some cute stuff so check it out:  Oopsiedaisiedesigns.blogspot.com this is painted stuff by Nicole Hayman....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will need prayers that I get through all this.  I know I will, again I am just very overwhelmed right now, but I know once I start this it will run smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4230380371544484423?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4230380371544484423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4230380371544484423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4230380371544484423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4230380371544484423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/03/appli-k-it.html' title='APPLI * K * IT'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-178688786616470659</id><published>2010-02-25T21:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:04:12.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, my</title><content type='html'>o.k. so my last post is a rambling post..  i didn't even understand half of it and i am the one who wrote it. hahaha.  hopefully you will understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point was some other girls and i, sewed as many skirts as we wanted, and we are sending them to the little girls in Haiti because of course we all know they have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a writer at all so don't judge my wording...  i think that is why i stopped doing the my blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy has a wonderful sense of humor and that is what makes you laugh....  tha is why i say her blog will make you laugh.  it is late for me, so i guess i will go to bed now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-178688786616470659?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/178688786616470659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=178688786616470659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/178688786616470659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/178688786616470659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my.html' title='oh, my'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7739875724111427602</id><published>2010-02-25T21:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:45:22.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SKIRTS FOR HAITI..............</title><content type='html'>i came across a blog not to long ago and it said " SEWING SEED" it caught my attention.  she got the idea from another blog that she follows.  i read it and she was asking for anyone that wanted to help with sewing skirts for little girls in Haiti just email her and she would give you all the information that you need to do this.  so i emailed her.  first of all let me tell you how sweet this person is.  i have followed her blog and her sewing blog (i will list it in the end of this post).  i have talked to her a couple of times and she is such a sweet person.  anyway, back to what i was saying, so i emailed her got the information about the skirts and made two sweet skirts for little girls in Haiti....  i had been wanting to do something anything and when i came across this, i knew i could do it..  i delivered them to her house today and she is going to ship them to the other girl that is heading this up and then the girl is going to have all the skirts that have been made to Haiti.  i am just so proud of myself that first of all that i know how to sew and second i did something for someone else.  i wish i could see those little faces when those boxes of skirts that we all sewed with such love and caring for these little girls.  you know every little girl loves getting a new dress or a new skirt.  i will post pictures of the two skirts that i did later.  the blogs i am talking about that i follow is browniegoose.blogspot.com and her personal blog amysnorris.blogspot.com  so check them out.  i am sure you will get a good laugh at her personal blog.  her little girl is the cutest....  THANKS AMY FOR DOING THIS.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7739875724111427602?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7739875724111427602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7739875724111427602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7739875724111427602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7739875724111427602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/02/skirts-for-haiti.html' title='SKIRTS FOR HAITI..............'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3629111608551125921</id><published>2010-02-21T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:58:35.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i know!!</title><content type='html'>haven't posted in a long, long time. i have been face booking just like almost everyone else has been.  i plan on getting everyone (if i haven't lost anyone) updated of what is going on with me and my little family.  i will post pictures and tell you all some exciting news....  no we are nothing going to have another baby and no we are not moving off the face of the earth.  anyway when i have time to really sit down, which will be in the next week, i will fill everyone in.  until then, have a wonderful week ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3629111608551125921?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3629111608551125921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3629111608551125921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3629111608551125921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3629111608551125921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-i-know.html' title='wow, i know!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7433180455756229286</id><published>2009-06-12T13:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:13:28.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man - Nolan</title><content type='html'>O.K. so I posted a post on my sweet little girl, so I thought I needed a post for my little man. Nolan is truly all BOY. He loves to play baseball and racquetball with his daddy. He also LOVES to watch and play wrestling. He LOVES big monster trucks, motorcyles and everything that is a boy thing, as he likes to say it. As some of you know Kyle has a dirt bike. Well Kyle told me that when Nolan started wanting one of his own then it was time to sell his. Well, Nolan has been asking for a dirt bike just like daddys for his birthday. I looked at Kyle and said "well, it looks like it is time to sell your bike." Kyle looks at me and says, "oh I don't think so". He loves to crawl up in my lap and tell me stories about what he did at school (daycare) and how he was such a good boy. He tells me he loves me NO MATTER WHAT. He is growing up way too fast for me to think about. He will be 4 in July and I just can't wrap my mind around him starting BIG BOY SCHOOL in a year. Where does time go. He is my sweet little man and I love him to death. I don't have brothers so this little man thing is all new to me. I can't dress him like I want to because he thinks he looks like a baby. He likes getting his hair cut like A BIG BOY and I don't like that. Meaning getting it SHAVED OFF. He stays very close to his daddy at all times, but he loves giving me hugs and sugar nose like he has done his entire little life.   I guess you could say is his a momma's baby, but he loves his daddy with his whole heart.  I am so glad I have a Nolan, Mamie and Kyle to call my own. They are my life, my world and my everything. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346519712981728642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SjKnWhTmPYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/tYPSnWdQIYE/s320/beach+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7433180455756229286?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7433180455756229286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7433180455756229286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7433180455756229286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7433180455756229286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-man-nolan.html' title='My Little Man - Nolan'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SjKnWhTmPYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/tYPSnWdQIYE/s72-c/beach+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-2298740384154340571</id><published>2009-06-10T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:17:35.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SjAhfAvtWtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PKXMXFjEfV8/s1600-h/beach+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345809574348544722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SjAhfAvtWtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PKXMXFjEfV8/s320/beach+2009+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamie has been asking me lots of questions about GOD. She asked me yesterday why we weren't missionaries and why we couldn't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mexcio&lt;/span&gt; and spread the word of Jesus? I told her that maybe one day when she gets a little older she could go on a mission trip and she could tell all the people about GOD. She laughed and said "well I guess if I were a missionary then you would miss me, so I guess that is why we aren't missionaries". I didn't have the heart to tell her if WE WERE ALL missionaries then WE WOULD ALL be together. She said "that would be so nice." Then she asked "when you and daddy went to Mexico last year did you tell people about GOD?" I told her no and then she wanted to know why we didn't because people need to know that God is GREAT and that he heals the sick and that he is wonderful and he answers your prayers and the list went on an on. She told me that she believes in GOD because without GOD then she wouldn't be here. O.k. so I am driving down the street listening to all she has to say about GOD and JESUS and how he is so good and I wonder to myself HOW LUCKY AM I to have such a sweet, kind hearted little girl. She thinks of others (sometimes) before she thinks of herself. She also wanted to know when she would be able to see grandmother Mamie again. I told her when she went to heaven grandmother Mamie would be waiting on her. She sat there for a second or two and said "well momma, I know that she is an angel and she is watching us right now." I said "that is right". She told me that she is learning so much about GOD from CC Ranch and her Sunday School Class and she couldn't wait to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; at our Church next week. She is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; thing to me. I will have to say that she, Nolan and Kyle are the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; things to me and I am so glad they are in my life and they call me Mom and Wife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2298740384154340571?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2298740384154340571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2298740384154340571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2298740384154340571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2298740384154340571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sweet-little-girl.html' title='My sweet little girl'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SjAhfAvtWtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/PKXMXFjEfV8/s72-c/beach+2009+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-3838637699042246667</id><published>2009-05-29T13:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:31:13.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 years plus</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I have been married for 11 years tomorrow, but we have been together for 17 years. I am so truly blessed to have this man in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then,  May 30, 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341312994098720098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SiAn3l9urWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WfYNGcMmBFo/s320/beach+2009+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now,  May 24, 2009. LIFE IS GOOD..............................&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341314926184845506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SiApoDi9UMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Rx8TE9hsxHE/s320/FAMILY2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3838637699042246667?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3838637699042246667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3838637699042246667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3838637699042246667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3838637699042246667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/05/11-years-plus.html' title='11 years plus'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SiAn3l9urWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WfYNGcMmBFo/s72-c/beach+2009+215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-175100966012689351</id><published>2009-04-02T13:00:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:30:41.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a picture post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to go watch phoebe cheer at a basketball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUCCAHGtmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/FWbhbnSgE3I/s1600-h/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320160768220903010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUCCAHGtmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/FWbhbnSgE3I/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161942022045522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUDGU3Gv1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/sUGKzH6V5tE/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;digging in the dirt.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUBZaX8aCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xlIpuOco1Co/s1600-h/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320160070896216098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUBZaX8aCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/xlIpuOco1Co/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a day at the zoo with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT9kVQQg7I/AAAAAAAAAko/8avEcN55plY/s1600-h/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320155860453852082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT9kVQQg7I/AAAAAAAAAko/8avEcN55plY/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do we go first? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320156060908305218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT9wAAUu0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ISSqwp5FeXA/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;one saturday in downtown jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320162487779713298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUDmF934RI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/a2KEncBqbuc/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;take look at those blue eyes.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320157795257203378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT_U89UurI/AAAAAAAAAlI/MnLcAf_h1mg/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;riding a catfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320157480901075218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT_Cp4-4RI/AAAAAAAAAlA/LtzfvNq8rMU/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my big brown eyed boy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320158481069695138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdT_83zw4KI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WJxpE-d8odk/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;marci's birthday party. these girls are best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320158999357561954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUAbClOHGI/AAAAAAAAAlY/wyTiTzMAX1U/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320159612068897826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUA-tG_JCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/T7S31pez_h8/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320159801297888946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUBJuCsZrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/qkWFhRnsZLs/s320/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are you sick of pictures of my children yet?  if you are sorry.... i could have posted more, but maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/1047598328455867976-175100966012689351?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/175100966012689351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=175100966012689351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/175100966012689351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/175100966012689351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-picture-post.html' title='Just a picture post'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SdUCCAHGtmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/FWbhbnSgE3I/s72-c/marci%27s+birthday+party+and+more+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8936837033087963362</id><published>2009-03-24T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:02:14.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLIP FLOPS FUNDRAISER:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="pagebody"&gt;&lt;div id="pagebody-inner" class="pkg"&gt;&lt;div id="beta"&gt;&lt;div id="beta-inner" class="pkg"&gt;&lt;div class="entry" id="entry-64259957"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;Fundraiser for Hayden's Hoppers, a team of friends, family, and volunteers that raise money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation with the expectation that one day, Hayden and thousands of other kids will not have to go through the daily hardships of diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of this fundraiser is that you can get your summer wardrobe ready while supporting a great cause.  Who doesn't need a great pair of flip flops? But you need to hurry, we will have 2 weeks to get our orders in, and then approximately 2 weeks later we will have the shoes. The shoes fit pretty true to size in length, and they are a little wider than average flip flops.  They do not guarantee the size/style will be in stock, as they only stock once a year.  For that reason, the vendor suggests going ahead and ordering as soon as possible, which is why we are placing a 2 week time limit to order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To order, email Nikki &lt;span&gt;at nikkisimmons30@yahoo.com &lt;/span&gt;or call her at 601-955-9283. The last day to order is Tuesday, March 31.  Just email me your name, style shoe you want, and the size.  If you have an alternate style you like, email that too, just in case they are out of the one you want. The flip flops are $20 a pair, and the proceeds go to Hayden's Hoppers Team for JDRF. Thanks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now for the great styles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedeloachfamily.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83452202f69e201127970ab2828a4-pi" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Flip flop 1" class="at-xid-6a00d83452202f69e201127970ab2828a4" src="http://thedeloachfamily.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83452202f69e201127970ab2828a4-800wi" title="Flip flop 1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://thedeloachfamily.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83452202f69e201127970ae1f28a4-pi" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Flip flop 2" class="at-xid-6a00d83452202f69e201127970ae1f28a4" src="http://thedeloachfamily.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83452202f69e201127970ae1f28a4-800wi" title="Flip flop 2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't post a picture of hayden, but he is the cutes little red headed you have ever seen. he is only four years old and he as been dealing with this for about two or three years now.  i thought these flip flops were so cute i ordered a pair for me and mamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1flfFzKPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/suQn5CWpGY4/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;waiting on the parade to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309005157218989138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1gD-rBNFI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jqx39dzkZZE/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;nolan eating a moonpie. he sure did like those things.. plus he held on to everything that was thrown to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309005671115311522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1gh5FcyaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/E6a8oqrw1SI/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother and mamie looking over all that they caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mamie with all her beads.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309006040635466834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1g3Zp65FI/AAAAAAAAAjw/JIvaFC3v1ok/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309006512631743618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1hS3-mhII/AAAAAAAAAj4/Vi-vbHEGURI/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;trying to get a family photo..... these are always fun... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dear friends, maryanna, me and myrtle.........&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309006908580385090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1hp7AHUUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WPo4kQfOT4I/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;at the end of the day we had some yummy crawfish.... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309008259280011682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1i4iwAAaI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/eyeIh8o5A_o/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;until next year, see ya...................&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309008426853485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1jCTAoTKI/AAAAAAAAAkY/QXUrwJNQhUc/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309008723419720146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1jTjzh6dI/AAAAAAAAAkg/_XlppNF-3dA/s320/MARDI+GRAS+2009+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3102300977266074141?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3102300977266074141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3102300977266074141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3102300977266074141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3102300977266074141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-i-havent-updated-in-awhile.html' title='o.k. so i haven&apos;t updated in awhile'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/Sa1flfFzKPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/suQn5CWpGY4/s72-c/MARDI+GRAS+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7438934793351724928</id><published>2009-02-02T16:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:13:42.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look what i just did....</title><content type='html'>o.k. i have been trying to do this for sometime now and finally have figured how to APPLIQUE.  it might not be a big deal for some, but it is a little harder than you think.  you really have to watch what you are doing.  anyway, i am home with mamie today because she has a very bad cold.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SYdubmTLpeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KiBeloIkJHk/s1600-h/DSC03574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SYdubmTLpeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KiBeloIkJHk/s320/DSC03574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298324907041203682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i decided not to put the heart straight and did it a little sideways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SYdt1-LSeZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R4e4yg37BLA/s1600-h/DSC03575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SYdt1-LSeZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/R4e4yg37BLA/s320/DSC03575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298324260615518610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i decided to put a smaller on the back.  i will have to say i think it turned out very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7438934793351724928?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7438934793351724928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7438934793351724928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7438934793351724928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7438934793351724928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-what-i-just-did.html' title='look what i just did....'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SYdubmTLpeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KiBeloIkJHk/s72-c/DSC03574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-6921407490885865113</id><published>2009-01-16T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:11:19.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE PULL UPS!!!</title><content type='html'>Mamie is out of pull ups at night and I am sooooooooo happy about that.  A year ago or so Mamie wanted to try and stop wearing them at night, but she would have an accident in the middle of the night and come get in my bed.  Anyway, this past Sunday she came running in my room and said she didn't have anymore pull ups.  I said well just go get one of Nolans and I will get you some tomorrow.  So she came back in my room with big tears in her eyes and said this things are too small, I don't want to wear them.  I said well you don't have any and I am not going to the store at this time of night to get you any.  She started crying just a little bit more.  Then she looked up at me with her BIG BLUE eyes and said you know what, I want to try and get out of these pull ups once and for all.  So she ran off and told Kyle about it.  She was so happy about it.  My sister and I were talking about this over Christmas because her little girl was and is going through the samething.  She said what she would do is make her go to the potty before bedtime and then she would wake her up and walk her into the bathroom around 12 or so and make her sit on the potty (now the child had no idea she was doing this), then she would do it again around 3 or so.  Margaret Ellis no longer wears them.  So Mamie had in her mind she wanted to do the same thing.  So this past week we have been doing just that.  Making her go around 11 or so, then again around 2 and it has worked.  She has been so happy in the morning that her bed isn't wet and she doesn't have a pull up on.  Last night Nolan fell asleep with us and I put him in his bed around 12:30, so I got Mamie up and walked her to the potty.  Is is so funny to watch her walk in there, she doesn't even know she is walking.  I or we forgot to get her back up around 3, I was so worried she had an accident, so I walked in her room to wake her up and she said very happily I MADE IT ALL NIGHT LONG AND DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO GET UP AND GO TO THE POTTY.  I just laughed and asked her if she didn't remember me getting her up and going and she said no.  So no more pull ups for my BIG girl.  Now it is time for Nolan to get out of the dang things.  He has dry ones for about 3 nights in a row, then it is down hill from there.  Doctor says he still is a little young.  Other times we have tried is because we have said it is time to get out of them, but I am just so proud of Mamie, once she made her mind up she wanted to get out of them she did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6921407490885865113?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6921407490885865113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6921407490885865113&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6921407490885865113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6921407490885865113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-pull-ups.html' title='NO MORE PULL UPS!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-8235632509475687927</id><published>2009-01-14T10:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:32:23.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A DATE WITH DADDY</title><content type='html'>Last week Kyle told me he wanted to take Mamie to something at Millsaps. I told him I didn't care. So the date was set for Tuesday January 13, 2003. Mamie was all excited about going. I picked her up from after school care and we talked about what she should wear. I asked her about a couple of outfits and each one came with an answer "no", "no" and "no". Then I asked her what she wanted to wear. She said "I don't know, but daddy said it had to be Fancy". I asked "Like Fancy Nancy"? She said "oh, yes that would be great". I thought great now I am going to have to come up with something, wish Kyle would have told me "FANCY". Anyway, we got home she took a shower and I pulled out a cute stripe dress, leggings and her Hot Pink boots". I know it is not FANCY, FANCY, but she wanted to wear it. So off they go. I never really asked Kyle where they were going or what they were going to see. I was just told he wanted to take her somewhere. They got back around 8:45 p.m. and Mamie was sound asleep on Kyle's shoulder. He undressed her and put on her P.J.s and in she walks to the den. I asked her what they went to see and she said "some man playing a guitar". I asked "oh, did you like it"? She said "yes, but I fell asleep". I said "that was o.k. you were sleepy". Anyway, she said "oh momma there were ladies there with um, um, um animal coat on". "WHAT". yes animal coats. I looked at Kyle and he said "Fur coat". I guess she asked him about the coat and he said they were fur coat and she didn't understand that and he told her dead animals. So she was telling me that there were old ladies there in shiny clothes. I looked at Kyle again and asked where did y'all go? He said "to the Ford Center at Millsaps". Some guy was playing "a guitar" and Kyle thought Mamie would enjoy it. I asked Mamie if she would going to tell her teacher that she went on a date with her daddy and she smiled real big and said "No, I want to keep this to myself". I think she enjoyed it because she couldn't stop talking about it what everyone was wear and that she got some orange drink and cookies. So, I am glad I have a husband that wants to take his little girl out on a date. Special times for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291187036508706626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SW4Sk2dA10I/AAAAAAAAAi4/LxpD5w93WBo/s320/christmas+and+more+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. It was at the fair this past year. We were on the farriswheel coming down and she left like she was falling. I didn't get a picture of them leaving lastnight or I would have posted it. I was trying to get Nolan's attention so they could leave or he would have wanted to go along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8235632509475687927?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8235632509475687927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8235632509475687927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8235632509475687927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8235632509475687927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/01/date-with-daddy.html' title='A DATE WITH DADDY'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SW4Sk2dA10I/AAAAAAAAAi4/LxpD5w93WBo/s72-c/christmas+and+more+2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5403279536186784621</id><published>2009-01-04T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:02:42.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>public again</title><content type='html'>i decided to go public again, because i was having problems getting into it at work.  last week i had to work and every time i would try to get onto my blog it would kick me out.  a lot of times i take my camera to work because it is faster to upload pictures and post them.  we had a wonderful christmas and a wonderful new years as well.  i will upload pictures later, but right now i am in the middle of clean house before the work week and school weeks starts.  boy, it is going to hard waking up and even trying to get mamie up for school tomorrow.  we have been sleeping til around 8:00 a.m. for the last two weeks.  i told her get ready because tomorrow is going to be totally different.  she didn't like that too much.  i will fill everyone in on our last two weeks later.  i am sure you all are ready and waiting.  go for now i hope everyone had a great christmas and a wonderful new years eve/day.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5403279536186784621?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5403279536186784621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5403279536186784621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5403279536186784621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5403279536186784621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2009/01/public-again.html' title='public again'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-5551903543344358518</id><published>2008-12-16T14:15:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:40:55.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look what we have been doing</title><content type='html'>these pictures are not in any type of order.  they were taken over the last couple of weeks. i didn't have parade pictures on this camera and they were really, really cute. so i might have to do a parade post all by itself. even if it has to be after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandparent here to watch children sing in program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280491147241267554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgSuJ7pIWI/AAAAAAAAAik/k27INBWvvKg/s320/happypictures2008+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;being silly for the camera. nolan took this picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280490705566755954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgSUckO7HI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZdRJbV2gyUg/s320/happypictures2008+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt; giving some love to sissy&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgQ6eCiLjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qMdJ_Qk_38s/s1600-h/happypictures2008+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280489159774055986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgQ6eCiLjI/AAAAAAAAAiM/qMdJ_Qk_38s/s320/happypictures2008+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baking cookies with mason. before all the flour&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgP-IDYYyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MQ_CDKs0fN4/s1600-h/happypictures2008+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280488123079877410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgP-IDYYyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MQ_CDKs0fN4/s320/happypictures2008+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after all the flour&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280488506329750674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgQUbxRXJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/qeT1UVskOOQ/s320/happypictures2008+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;asking the preacher how did the wise men get to baby Jesus. a couple of weeks ago the preacher was teaching sermon and i didn't think mamie was paying attention. he was saying that no where in the bible it says that the wise men came on camels to see baby Jesus. well last sunday mamie and i were sitting in church and before church started she said "momma, do you think that man that stands on the stage is going to tell us how the wise men got to baby Jesus." i just looked at her and said "well, honey i am not sure." anyway, this past sunday was mamie and nolan's choir Christmas program and we were about to leave when Mamie said "i am going to ask the preacher about the wise men." after talking to him, i asked mamie what he said and she said "well i really can't remember." &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgOPMNFFQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QrybFW9fO6k/s1600-h/happypictures2008+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280486217228817666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgOPMNFFQI/AAAAAAAAAh0/QrybFW9fO6k/s320/happypictures2008+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; showing off my new high heels that mommy doesn't like, threw a fit to have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgN2U-ZkbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vM0io4nIWd4/s1600-h/happypictures2008+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280485790086435250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgN2U-ZkbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/vM0io4nIWd4/s320/happypictures2008+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doing a little balancing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgNQqshzsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BrgHbCiCX8M/s1600-h/happypictures2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280485143082028738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgNQqshzsI/AAAAAAAAAhk/BrgHbCiCX8M/s320/happypictures2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helping daddy clean the yard&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgNBgkTN3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/X0LtZbVWlbE/s1600-h/happypictures2008+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280484882665125746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgNBgkTN3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/X0LtZbVWlbE/s320/happypictures2008+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1047598328455867976-5551903543344358518?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5551903543344358518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5551903543344358518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5551903543344358518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5551903543344358518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-what-we-have-been-doing.html' title='look what we have been doing'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUgSuJ7pIWI/AAAAAAAAAik/k27INBWvvKg/s72-c/happypictures2008+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7480279611896061488</id><published>2008-12-12T10:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:00.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a car rider mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today going to school i asked mamie if she was ready for her spelling test. she said "no", i don't want to go to school and i don't want to take a spelling test, i want to be a car rider mom". i tried to get off the subject because i knew tears would swell up inside. so i started running down everything we were going to do this weekend. i said "well we have have tons to do this weekend and it is going to be so much fun." she asked what? i said "well y'all are going to go to church tonight and play with friends, we go to carley's birthday tomorrow morning, then y'all are going with the young family tomorrow night, then sunday we go to ss and church, then grandparents come in town to watch you and nolan sing sunday night." she said "well that is just fine, but i still want to be a car rider all the time." i told her, well you can't sweet heart, i have to go to work so that i can get money to pay for you and nolan stuff. she said "well tell daddy you don't want to work anymore and i want to be a car rider." i tried very hard to explain that was just not going to happen and then it was time to let her out. i gave you a kiss on the cheek and sent her off. i watched her walk in and she turned around and waved with a BIG smile on her face. boy, that just tugs at my heart. i know i have posted about this before and i will probably continue to do so, because nolan will be starting soon, yea, i know not for another two years, but it will be here before i realize it. when mamie starts saying she wants to be a car rider, nolan speaks up and says, me too momma? this is the best age Mamie 6 and Nolan 3.  so why can't they stay this age forever??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278949556171045186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUKYpvrH-UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gbmJKc__ea0/s320/campfootballhalloween2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7480279611896061488?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7480279611896061488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7480279611896061488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7480279611896061488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7480279611896061488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-be-car-rider-mom.html' title='I want to be a car rider mom'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SUKYpvrH-UI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gbmJKc__ea0/s72-c/campfootballhalloween2008+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-6651286333550245548</id><published>2008-12-11T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:50:12.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW IN RIDGELAND</title><content type='html'>Well, is snowed today, but I didn't get any pictures. I woke up to find just rain, got Mamie up for school which she didn't like one bit, but we didn't rush we just took our time getting ready and off we went. Kristi was here going home for Christmas break and we laughed this morning because while she had to travel right down 49 to Wiggins, she was headed right for it. Anyway, I finially got to work and by the time I got settled and got some things done, the school called saying they were having early dismissal and I needed to pick Mamie up. Well, my friend Jennifer called and told me we didn't have power in our subdivison and she thought maybe the daycare (where Nolan goes) didn't have it either. Well, not 15 mins later the daycare called telling me that they were closing as well. So, I pick Mamie up, pick up pizza and drinks, pick up Nolan and headed to Jennifer's house, since we still didn't have power we were going to go by there and hang out because they had a fire going and it was warm in their house. Well, by the time I picked up pizza Jennifer called to say power was back on, but we still could come over. We went to Jennifer's house and had pizza, cooked cookies and watched Christmas movie. We stayed over there until about 4:00. When we got back home the children fell asleep. We had so much fun over at the Mayos. Jennifer and I caught up on sewing talk, and just plain jane talk. Pictures are to come because I haven't down or upload any in awhile. So get ready to for some pictures, of Christmas Parade with The Young family, Nolan's chirstmas program and a day with Mason. But again no snow pictures this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6651286333550245548?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6651286333550245548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6651286333550245548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6651286333550245548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6651286333550245548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-in-ridgeland.html' title='SNOW IN RIDGELAND'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-6182957221677291977</id><published>2008-11-28T15:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:19:43.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>We loaded up the car yesterday morning and headed to Monroe, LA to be with my entire family and my brother-in-laws family.  We did this last year and it seems like this will be an on going thing.  Which is very nice.  Thanks to sister and brother-in-law for having us all over.  Of course I have pictures to go with this post, so here it goes.  All the children were dressed in nice clothes, but everyone of them started playing and got hot.  So they all changed in t-shirts and shorts.  I had to laugh because last year we froze and this year, well  they had shorts on. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBe-eALzbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fSKNtIeB6_A/s1600-h/DSC03100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBe-eALzbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fSKNtIeB6_A/s320/DSC03100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273819590949588402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Nolan (3), Pittman(12) and Kim (older sister and son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBfv0yZEdI/AAAAAAAAAg8/u010Z0mrEdA/s1600-h/DSC03114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBfv0yZEdI/AAAAAAAAAg8/u010Z0mrEdA/s320/DSC03114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273820438879343058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamie (6), Katelyn(9) and Margaret Ellis(7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBghKUp6fI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WDpXPgDk2fk/s1600-h/DSC03158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBghKUp6fI/AAAAAAAAAhE/WDpXPgDk2fk/s320/DSC03158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273821286473787890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, Me, Kim (older sister) and Leigh Ann (middle sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBiDpvl5XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/y_FDyaGSXZ8/s1600-h/DSC03104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBiDpvl5XI/AAAAAAAAAhM/y_FDyaGSXZ8/s320/DSC03104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822978535449970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nolan and Papaw watching a football game&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6182957221677291977?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6182957221677291977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6182957221677291977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6182957221677291977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6182957221677291977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/STBe-eALzbI/AAAAAAAAAg0/fSKNtIeB6_A/s72-c/DSC03100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8012306282680661577</id><published>2008-11-28T15:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:06:39.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE OLE MISS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOTTY TODDY REBELS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NOTHING ELSE TO SAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1047598328455867976-8012306282680661577?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8012306282680661577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8012306282680661577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8012306282680661577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8012306282680661577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-ole-miss.html' title='WE ARE OLE MISS'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-8968625605069818675</id><published>2008-11-26T10:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:30:00.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMMYYYYYYY</title><content type='html'>around 5:00 a.m. this morning i heard MOMMYYYYYYY, MOMMYYYYYYY. i thought, well he will go back to sleep. nope, MOMMYYYYYYY, MOMMYYYYYYY. kyle never moved. i thought, you know i am so glad i am wanted, but not this early in the morning, since this is a week that i get to sleep just a little late. so, i get up and checked on nolan. i laid down with him and asked "why didn't you just come get in my bed sweetheart"? he said "cause i wanted you" (o.k. that didn't make since) and then fell back asleep. now he was wide awake when i went to his room, but the second i laid down with him he fell fast asleep. how does that happen? again, i am glad that i was wanted this morning, but why can't anyone yell DADDYYYYYYY sometime? i know what would happen i would still get up because for some reason DADDIES just don't hear like MOMMIES do.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273001716136515218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SS13H45XlpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_1hidBKR7eo/s320/campfootballhalloween2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SS13H45XlpI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_1hidBKR7eo/s72-c/campfootballhalloween2008+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8520073308006575010</id><published>2008-11-24T15:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:41:17.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>read and sing to me momma please</title><content type='html'>last night nolan wanted to get in bed with me and asked me to read a book to him. i told him to go get one and then he could jump in bed and we would read. well, he came back with one of my all time favorite books. BUTTERFLY MORNINGS. if you all do not have this book i highly recommend it. anyway, i read the book and when i was finished nolan said "i like that book". i said "yes, i like it too". so we laid there for a second or two and then he asked "momma will you sing to me"? o.k. i don't have the best voice, but i said "sure sweetheart i will sing to you, what to you want to hear"? he said "jesus loves me". so i told him you have to close your eyes and then i will start singing. he closed his little eyes and i started singing. i was laughing to myself, because i had my eyes closed a little and could watch him and he would open his eyes and look at me and then close his. it was funny. anyway, after i sang i opened my eyes and nolan looked at me and said "i like that song". i said "yes, sweetheart so do i". then he just rolled over said "i luv you" and fell asleep. i laid there and watched him for the longest time wondering what he was dreaming about, that sweet face and those little sweet hand tucked under his chin. boy, it doesn't get any better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8520073308006575010?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8520073308006575010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8520073308006575010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8520073308006575010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8520073308006575010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/read-and-sing-to-me-momma.html' title='read and sing to me momma please'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-4086601122837051193</id><published>2008-11-23T06:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:40:12.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>coughing, coughing and more coughing</title><content type='html'>well, everyone knows i had to take mamie to after hours last sunday afternoon.  well we got some meds and everything seem to be moving along just fine, until wednesday.  she started coughing. i called and got her a coughing medicine hoping that would work, but saturday rolled around and she can't stop coughing.  we went to kroger yesterday and poor little thing coughed until she just couldn't cough anymore.  we got home and i started breathing treatments just hoping that would help.  it kind of did, but she woke up coughing her head off again this morning.  anyway, i am going to give her the coughing medicine, the other medicine and breathing treatments and just see what that will do for her.  if she is not better tomorrow i will be calling doctor and see what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4086601122837051193?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4086601122837051193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4086601122837051193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE ARE OLE MISS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HOTTY TODDY REBELS.&lt;/span&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/1047598328455867976-7854042757479052467?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7854042757479052467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7854042757479052467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7854042757479052467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  i begged for a shot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; would just look at me with wide eyes, like mother stop begging for something that is not going to happen to you.  then when the doctor said "no shot because she didn't have strep", she looked very relieved.  so she has been laying in my bed watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; channel, and i am talking all day long. i got back from choir with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frosty&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wendy's&lt;/span&gt; and i am sure that will make her feel a little better.  anyway, for now she will stay home tomorrow and i am hoping that she will return to school on tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3208390198851777233</id><published>2008-11-16T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T10:37:17.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby girl is sick</title><content type='html'>well, it all started friday after school when i went and picked mamie up from school.  we went to target and she started telling me didn't feel good.  i just played it off and making it no big deal.  i bought a thermometer and checked her fever at target check out.  she had just a little temp.  we got home i gave her something and within a couple of hours she was fine. we went and sang at  barnes and nobles, went and ate.  she felt fine the rest of the night.  she woke up around 6:00 a.m. yesterday saying she didn't feel good and got in bed with me.  i finally got up, got her something and again a few hours later she was fine.  laughing, running and playing with nolan.  we went to the jackson street festival and had fun, cold but we had fun.  we didn't want to come back home, so we just took a little ride.  mamie and nolan took a nap on the ride.  we got back home and put them in their beds and i went to the store.  i got back to find mamie burning up.  i took her temp and it was 101.09.  i thought because it was she was all wrapped up in blankets so i check it again in 15 mins.  again 101.09, gave her something and again within a couple of hours she was fine.  well, she woke up around 4:30 a.m. saying that her tummy hurt and that when she coughed her throat hurt.  i thought well i guess we get to visit after hours again today.  kyle and nolan had strep last week, so i guess it was just a matter of time that mamie or i would get it.  i am fine, but my poor baby girl is sick.  i will be calling the after hours right at 12:30 p.m. and take her in this afternoon, i am really praying that it is nothing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SSBHb70eULI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hN8uYiRN1B0/s1600-h/DSC02782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SSBHb70eULI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hN8uYiRN1B0/s320/DSC02782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290109263302834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3208390198851777233?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3208390198851777233/comments/default' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SSBHb70eULI/AAAAAAAAAgY/hN8uYiRN1B0/s72-c/DSC02782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4358104399340653673</id><published>2008-11-14T10:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:50:57.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just for angela (ha)</title><content type='html'>HALLOWEEN 2008 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268551021658473554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SR2nPX75hFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/42D-7yPHQtQ/s320/campfootballhalloween2008+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VERY RARE PICTURE OF THE FAMILY.  OF COURSE NOLAN IS NOT LOOKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SR4AX7jLbKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3fvjMaQnntQ/s1600-h/DSC02893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SR4AX7jLbKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3fvjMaQnntQ/s320/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268649025192291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAMIE, NOLAN AND ALISON ON A HAYRIDE.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4358104399340653673?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4358104399340653673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4358104399340653673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4358104399340653673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4358104399340653673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-angela-ha.html' title='just for angela (ha)'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SR2nPX75hFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/42D-7yPHQtQ/s72-c/campfootballhalloween2008+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-380441665755687584</id><published>2008-11-13T20:50:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:00:56.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>get ready for some pictures</title><content type='html'>O.K. so here are  a ton of pictures from a weekend we had in Wiggins a couple of week ago. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed making memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzph3RqUuI/AAAAAAAAAdo/lVdAdLtbnCE/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzph3RqUuI/AAAAAAAAAdo/lVdAdLtbnCE/s320/DSC02741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268342432099619554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nolan and Uncle Kent at the football game.  One of the few outfits i have made for Nolan.. Better picture of the shirt below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzpEawbGDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ABdcSGjEI4s/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzpEawbGDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ABdcSGjEI4s/s320/DSC02753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268341926227810354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sweet, sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzonjRPAZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CRhpMqrj2ys/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzonjRPAZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CRhpMqrj2ys/s320/DSC02724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268341430296707474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shake, shake, shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzqDn3KX2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GNNKqMvN9yM/s1600-h/DSC02755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzqDn3KX2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/GNNKqMvN9yM/s320/DSC02755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268343012077494114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the boots lined in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzq8F1osMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kFVKR1qhvOk/s1600-h/DSC02762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzq8F1osMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/kFVKR1qhvOk/s320/DSC02762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268343982196830402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going hunting with daddy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzrcKgMxAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IcedrIgQ6C8/s1600-h/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzrcKgMxAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IcedrIgQ6C8/s320/DSC02776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268344533204911106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coming back from hunting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzsG0YUcaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tNES-wgu8vs/s1600-h/DSC02791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzsG0YUcaI/AAAAAAAAAeI/tNES-wgu8vs/s320/DSC02791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345266000654754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting my turn to ride the motorcycle with daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzsuB1hi_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kDnMnCgBLpE/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzsuB1hi_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kDnMnCgBLpE/s320/DSC02794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268345939627707378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally my turn came&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRztXtvhSxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8MEADAo8dEc/s1600-h/DSC02814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRztXtvhSxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8MEADAo8dEc/s320/DSC02814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268346655788321554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;into the woods we go (Lin, Papaw, Nolan and Mamie) my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzutscb-gI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vBmJbjZSfqs/s1600-h/DSC02840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzutscb-gI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vBmJbjZSfqs/s320/DSC02840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348132908595714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uncle kent caught a snake&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzvb6H90lI/AAAAAAAAAew/BaSPS1KrbtI/s1600-h/DSC02787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzvb6H90lI/AAAAAAAAAew/BaSPS1KrbtI/s320/DSC02787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268348926854812242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first taste of root beer.  yummy, yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzwXvHGCXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/K9VeW77CSQc/s1600-h/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzwXvHGCXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/K9VeW77CSQc/s320/DSC02848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268349954690517362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like father like son&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzxgdBxClI/AAAAAAAAAfA/etUNIR7Aub4/s1600-h/DSC02785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzxgdBxClI/AAAAAAAAAfA/etUNIR7Aub4/s320/DSC02785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268351203966782034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzyT0oSx0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/FcPq5fYCtgM/s1600-h/DSC02859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzyT0oSx0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/FcPq5fYCtgM/s320/DSC02859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268352086475720514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down, set, hut, hut nolan (3) loves to play football with kale (18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these last three are some of my favorites. i could go on, but enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz0O-hUZMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ve_7FfNv2rc/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz0O-hUZMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Ve_7FfNv2rc/s320/DSC02765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268354202254730434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz08WGeIaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/19_ZE60t3X4/s1600-h/DSC02779.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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz08WGeIaI/AAAAAAAAAfo/19_ZE60t3X4/s320/DSC02779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268354981678686626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz1uY69k5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3-GTDjWS_-A/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRz1uY69k5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/3-GTDjWS_-A/s320/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268355841429181330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES THEY ARE WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS.....  OH HOW I LOVE MEMORIES...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-380441665755687584?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/380441665755687584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=380441665755687584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/380441665755687584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/380441665755687584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-ready-for-some-pictures.html' title='get ready for some pictures'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SRzph3RqUuI/AAAAAAAAAdo/lVdAdLtbnCE/s72-c/DSC02741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-2281135635337494254</id><published>2008-11-11T20:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:43:12.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone is feeling better around here</title><content type='html'>so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; and i haven't gotten sick.  kyle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; are feeling much better.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; woke up this morning and asked if he was going to school and i told him yes, but i would pick him up after i picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; up from school.  he said no, i want daddy to pick me up late.  i said oh, o.k. then.  so, i took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; to school this morning, then took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; to school and then came back home and sewed  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alllll&lt;/span&gt; morning long.  i got three pair of pants for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; made and some shirts ready to applique.  so i feel like i got tons done before even picking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; up from school.  i picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamie up&lt;/span&gt; from school, ran a couple of errands, then had to take her to the dentist to pull a tooth.  that tooth would NOT come out for anything.  i have tried for about a week now to get that thing out.  see the tooth was fast coming in right behind it and i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt; that it would mess her teeth up.  anyway, the tooth fairy will be coming to night.  she said she wanted to stay up and wait on her.  i told her she could do that, because if she waited up then she wouldn't come and leave any money.  i am behind in posting pictures, but i will say this the are loaded and ready to post.  maybe tomorrow.  i hope everyone has a happy tomorrow and rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2281135635337494254?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2281135635337494254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2281135635337494254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2281135635337494254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2281135635337494254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyone-is-feeling-better-around-here.html' title='everyone is feeling better around here'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7645905333755903355</id><published>2008-11-09T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:21:50.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>results are in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; has strep!!!!  doctor told me to tell kyle to go get a shot as well.  so right when i walked in the door kyle headed to the nearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MEA&lt;/span&gt;.  i just pray that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; and i don't get it now.  i HAVE to go to work tomorrow, but i will be off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt; for veterans day.  thank goodness for state holidays and of course let's don't forget about the men and women who served our country.  so for now i am off to wash sheets in HOT, HOT water and bring out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;clorox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whips&lt;/span&gt; to clean everything in sight.  kyle and nolan will sleep on the other side of the house while mamie and i sleep in my bed tonight.  the children are playing right now and you would never think that nolan is sick.  he is running around laughing and having a good time.  so tonight please say a prayer that mamie and i don't get what the boys have.  i hate to say it, but i just don't see how we would avoid it.  oh, and let's all say a prayer for the veterans as well.  until next time..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE AS OF 6:21 P.M. KYLE HAS STREP AS WELL..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7645905333755903355?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7645905333755903355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7645905333755903355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7645905333755903355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7645905333755903355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/results-are-in.html' title='results are in'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7423171658243337652</id><published>2008-11-09T12:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:30:34.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody feeling to jazzy at my house</title><content type='html'>well nolan hasn't felt good for about a week and it has gotten a little worse.  runny nose, coughing you get the picture.  kyle woke up this morning running fever and has a little cold as well.  i am not feeling way too good myself, but you have to do what you can to keep up with a child (nolan) that is bouncing off the walls and another child that wants to go play or just have my attention at all time.  i just hope mamie doesn't get it whatever is going around my house right now.  please say a little prayer that we all will be feeling better soon.    well, let me run and call after hours to get an appointment for my little man.  hopefully after we get back he will take a nap so i can take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7423171658243337652?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7423171658243337652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7423171658243337652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7423171658243337652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7423171658243337652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobody-feeling-to-jazzy-at-my-house.html' title='nobody feeling to jazzy at my house'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7944245199952938073</id><published>2008-11-08T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:35:55.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS.............</title><content type='html'>i am worn out and speechless today.  it started friday night, i worked my regular job yesterday, then did my mistletoe shirt from 5:00p.m. 10:30 p.m. woke up early and went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;E-WOMEN&lt;/span&gt; CONFERENCE today with my sister-in-law and my niece at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FBJackson&lt;/span&gt;, then came home and visited with them for awhile and then we went to barnes and nobles to pick up some books, home wash some clothes, bath children and now posting.  up early in the morning for sunday school and church.  o.k. so to the conference.  it was wonderful.  i walked out of there a different person.  only thing is i don't know what to say.  this was my first ever conference like this and i am just kind of here.  i was feeling lost and now i feel somewhat found.  i am still not at that place in my life i want to be, but let me tell you i am closer than i ever have been.  i want to be a better friend, wife, mother, sister, daughter and person in general.  i have never been one to talk about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; side because i never knew were i was and i didn't know how to talk about it.  i still don't, but again something happen today that i have never have ever felt.  it is hard to explain, but i am sure that the ladies that were there today know what i am talking about.  i am just so glad my sister-in-law and niece asked me to come along with them, it was really something.  kyle has asked me a couple of times today if i was o.k. and i just say yes, but i can't explain it yet.  so if you ladies ever has a chance to go to one of these conference, i would highly recommend it.  i would go again.......................  so for now i will pray that i understand what i am feeling and please would you please pray for me as well as i go through finding my other somewhat since i am not fully there yet.  where i don't know yet, but hopefully i will find out soon....  sleep is coming soon, so i will say goodnight to all and have a wonderful week to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7944245199952938073?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7944245199952938073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7944245199952938073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7944245199952938073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7944245199952938073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/11/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS.............'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-797627957535782801</id><published>2008-10-30T15:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:56:34.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG NAME.....</title><content type='html'>I never really liked the name of my blog and I never could come up with something fun.  So I came up with this one "HAVING FUN WITH TWO".   You never know I might come up with something else so keep watching......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post about.  I haven't had time to upload/down load pictures from this past weekend, but they are coming.  I have been really busy at work this past week, which has been nice because it has made this week fly by.  But now I have to go home and fix Mamie and Nolan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;costumes&lt;/span&gt; for tomorrow night, which is fine because I like doing stuff like that.  Oh, I did finish three pair of pants last night.  One for Mamie and two for Nolan.  I think they turned out very cute.  I guess I will have to take pictures and post  all of what I have made when I get finished.  Anyway, it is almost quiting time for me, have to go pick up Mamie and take her to gymnastics.  So until next time, have a great Thursday night or better yet, HAVE A BOO OF A NIGHT TOMORROW NIGHT.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-797627957535782801?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/797627957535782801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=797627957535782801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/797627957535782801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/797627957535782801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-blog-name.html' title='NEW BLOG NAME.....'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7522297595222566341</id><published>2008-10-28T10:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:13:04.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 1/2 gone</title><content type='html'>for nine days now i have have been heading to the gym to work out. this is what happens in the mornings. it started on monday, october 13th around 4:45 a.m. out the door by 5:00 a.m or a little after, went to the gym walked 2 miles, came back home showered, got mamie up and ready for school and left the house by 7:10 a.m. then tuesday night worked out with weights for about 45 mins, home helped with homework, played with children, got children (with help from husband) ready for bed. then wednesday came, did the same thing as that monday, thursday was the samething as monday. friday didn't feel like going, saturday morning walked and did weights, sunday was lazy.  mondays, wednesdays and fridays (when i feel like it )i walk 2 miles.  tuesdays and thursday is weights day.  so, monday and tuesday rolled around again and it started all over. wednesday - friday off work. friday - sunday out-of-town ate everything i could get my hands on. monday again woke up you know the story, then comes today. worked out with weights and feeling fine. so yes, i am going to do this no matter what, i think i have gotten my body used to getting up that early and will do it again and again and again. as the title reads "3 1/2 GONE" just 30 more to go. i am not going to look at the big picture just each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am going to down load pictures and do a post about our weekend at the camp..... until next time..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7522297595222566341?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7522297595222566341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7522297595222566341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7522297595222566341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7522297595222566341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-12-gone.html' title='3 1/2 gone'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-4434430589053039976</id><published>2008-10-24T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:38:18.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing.....</title><content type='html'>it started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; when i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jennifer's&lt;/span&gt; house and had a sew day.  we have done this for the past year now and we have so much fun doing it.  she taught me how to put a cuff on pants for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;applique&lt;/span&gt; and the is a big deal to me.  i haven't gotten the letters down, but the squares and circle i can do.  i made some cute football pants and a cute t-shirt to go along with it for nolan which we will wear tonight to a football game.  nolan loves football and baseball.  i have some baseball fabric ready to go for some pants as well.  nolan just looks at them like WOW this is great.  i will have to post pictures of the finished product.  anyway, not much to say, just thought i would let the world know what i have been doing for the last couple of days.  oh, i have been off since wednesday and have loved it, but i am ready to get back to work.  o.k. that sounds weird, but i have worked hard these last couple of days.  sewing, field trip with mamie, cleaning a house today, and packing to go out-of-town.  i have fun and will have to do it again.  thanks jen for helping me sew, it was great, great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, ALMOST FORGOT.  IF YOU ALL DON'T HAVE ANYTHING GOING ON SUNDAY OCTOBER 26TH.  OUR CHURCH - FIRST BAPTIST MADISON, IS HAVING A FRIEND DAY FESTIVAL 4:00 - 7:00 LIBERTY PARK, MADISON.  INCLUDING TRUNK-OR-TREAT, INFLATABLES AND PICNIC SUPPER (5:00 P.M.)  AND PERFORMANCES (4:30) BY JONATHAN &amp;amp; LISA MOORE BAND AND COMEDIAN LEE MCBRIDE - ALL ACTIVITIES ARE FREE, JUST BRING A LAWN CHAIR OR TWO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4434430589053039976?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4434430589053039976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4434430589053039976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4434430589053039976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4434430589053039976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/sewing.html' title='Sewing.....'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-1850232793863796610</id><published>2008-10-22T08:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:59:10.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one year ago today</title><content type='html'>let me re-cap my story and then bring you up to today.  i had this job for about 7 1/2 years and really liked it.  it started going down hill about three years ago.  i will not go into detail because i get very upset just thinking about it.  i started really looking for a job last (2007) summer.  well, i came across this one at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;umc&lt;/span&gt; and thought i had landed something good.  well i talked to the lady about three times and then on that third time said "oh, by the way, what is the pay".  when she told me i started crying, because i knew i couldn't take that big of a pay cut.  i told her thank you so much for talking to me and she told me good luck in the job search.  she was such a very nice person.  she told me she was upset that i couldn't take the job as well.  o.k. so moving on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt; 2007 rolled around and i got this call from a lady.  at first i didn't understand who she was, or what she said.  i just heard are you still looking for a job?  i say yes, and who is this again?  she told me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;virginia carlton&lt;/span&gt; with the court of appeals and you have been highly recommended for this position that is available in my office.  at first i still could understand who it was and where she was calling from.  she called me on my cell phone and it was breaking up very bad.  anyway, i agreed to meet with her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt; 11, 2007.  i called kyle and told him about what had just happen and he laughed and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;virginia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carlton&lt;/span&gt; is a judge with the ms court of appeals".  then i realize what was going on.  so i went and met with her and she afford me the job that day.  only thing is i couldn't say anything until judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;southwick&lt;/span&gt; got appointed for the federal court.  judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;southwick&lt;/span&gt; had to be appointed before i got the job  so i would call my friend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sentor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lott's&lt;/span&gt; office for about two weeks asking when was this going to come up for a vote and she would say not today, not today.  so she told me she would call me when it would come up for vote.  well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt; 22, 2007 judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;southwick&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; appointed to the federal court after about two long years of waiting.  judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;carlton&lt;/span&gt; call me that day and told me that the position is now open.  o.k. let me fill you in on the position, a lady that worked for the judge was going to go with judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;southwick&lt;/span&gt; when he got appointed and i was going to take her place.  so i told judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;carlton&lt;/span&gt; that i accept the position and when would you want me to start work.  she said "as fast as you can".  well i had to tell my other judges (i worked at the hinds county chancery court as a court administrator) that i was leaving, but they were not there because this was the annual court administrator and judges seminar.  so i couldn't even tell anyone about this new job until after i told my judges that i was leaving.  it was very hard.  i only told kyle, my parents, and some very close friends that i knew wouldn't tell anyone about what was going on.  so, after coming back from the seminar i told the judges that i was leaving and the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt; was my last day.  yes, i know i didn't give a two weeks notice, but at that time in my life i really didn't care i wanted out!!!!  so i started to work with the ms court of appeals as a judicial assistant to judge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;virginia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;carlton&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;november&lt;/span&gt; 5, 2007 and oh what a joy it has been.  i am (well at least i think i am) such a better person to be around, i am happier to be around and i will stay until i retire.  so thanks to the person that highly recommended me for the job with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;coa&lt;/span&gt; and thanks to judge carlton for interview me for the postition, because i am loving everyday that i am there...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-1850232793863796610?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/1850232793863796610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=1850232793863796610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1850232793863796610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1850232793863796610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-ago-today.html' title='one year ago today'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-6375575063026544840</id><published>2008-10-15T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:00:37.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4:45 a.m. comes early around my house</title><content type='html'>well, folks i did it again.  i went to the gym monday morning @ 5:00 a.m., last night around 6:15 p.m. for about 45 mins, then again this morning around 5:15 a.m.  i start to get hungry around 8:30 a.m.  i will have to find some good healthy snacks to eat when that happens.  if anyone knows of any good snacks please let me know.  i have two more days left in this week and i plan to go to the gym both days.  i ran into a friend at the gym this morning and she was telling about this class on tuesday and thursday mornings @ 5:30 a.m., so i am going to try that out in the morning.  i have made my mind up that i am going to do this. i am sure there are going to be days i don't want to get up, you know the days that are cold and rainy, but i am going to try my best to get up and out the door.  i am going to get kyle to take a picture of me now and when i lose 10, 20, 30 and then my goal 40 pounds.  i am only going to do a post with my pictures before and after.  like anyone really cares, but i am not doing this for anyone, i am doing this for myself............  so, let the pounds come off..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6375575063026544840?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6375575063026544840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6375575063026544840&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6375575063026544840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6375575063026544840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/445-am-comes-early-around-my-house.html' title='4:45 a.m. comes early around my house'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-2217134680761920797</id><published>2008-10-13T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:28:52.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!!</title><content type='html'>Not that anyone cares, but I woke up this morning at 4:45 a.m., got dressed and went to the gym. Long story - short!! Last year around February I was waking up Monday - Friday @ 4:45 a.m. to get to the gym @ 5:00 a.m. to do my daily work out. I had lost some weight and was feeling very good about myself. This went on for several months and again, I was feeling good. Well, I got a sinus infection, we put Nolan in the big boy bed and he was waking up and coming and getting in our bed around 2:30 a.m. or 3:00 a.m. and I just couldn't make myself get up and go work out, you know one thing after the other comes up and you just don't go. I kept putting it off and putting it off. I would say o.k. tomorrow I will do it. Then I just got in a habit of not going. I would go when I could after work, but I wouldn't do it like I wanted. So anyway, back to this morning, I finally got my lazy self up and went to the gym. I plan on doing this tomorrow, the next day and then the next.  I will let you all know how it is going.  I AM READY TO BE SKINNY AGAIN.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2217134680761920797?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2217134680761920797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2217134680761920797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2217134680761920797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2217134680761920797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-981553334354650827</id><published>2008-10-09T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:40:42.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK IT OUT</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend JENNIFER MAYO's new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sewhappyforyou.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very cute stuff for a very good price..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-981553334354650827?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8898066212511755228</id><published>2008-10-07T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:54:25.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the nightstand</title><content type='html'>wow, two post in one night.  i was tagged by heather to do this.  so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grab the nearest book&lt;br /&gt;*open the book to page 56&lt;br /&gt;*find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;*post the text of the next two to five sentences in your blog along with these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;*don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the closet.&lt;br /&gt;*tag five other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book:  through the eye of the storm by cholene espinoza&lt;br /&gt;page 56, sentence 5:  shentrell later told me that the homeowners in the neighborhood had recently celebrated paying off their thirty-year notes.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first book to read about katrina washing away the coast.  i just never had it in me to read what happen to coast, but this book was given to everyone at the junior league meeting last month and i had just finish reading another book and wanted to read something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag whomever wants to do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8898066212511755228?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8898066212511755228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8898066212511755228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8898066212511755228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8898066212511755228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-nightstand.html' title='on the nightstand'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3466765453967254719</id><published>2008-10-07T19:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:11:12.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE IS HOW MY BIRTHDAY WENT</title><content type='html'>i went in to get mamie up for school and she was kind of awake.  she had her arm over her face and i said "oh my where is mamie".  she just smiled and said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA, I LOVE YOU".  then nolan walks in and says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY".  i just laughed and mamie corrected him right off.  nolan didn't like that too much.  anyway, i ran around getting mamie ready for school and me ready for work.  phone rang it was mom and dad wishing me a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY.  i asked mom what time i was born and she said "around 3:30".  i laughed and said "well i guess i don't really turn "40" until then right". she said "i don't think that is how it works".  mamie and i love singing along to music on the way to school so i said "you know since it is my birthday i want to hear something fun".  mamie yelled out "HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL PLEASE".  o.k. i know it is a little scary that i know some of the words.  we had fun singing to the top of our lungs.  i dropped her off and then headed to work.  i was at a stop light about the third car back, all of a sudden i hear "BANG".  well  you guessed it, a lady ran into the back of me.  i am so glad i didn't see it coming or i would have braced myself and it would have really hurt.  so i got out, check my car and everything was fine.  she was crying the entire time, saying that she had just gotten in a fight with her husband so on and so forth.  i told her i understood, because my husband and i fought this past weekend as well and on top of that it was my birthday today.  she started crying more.  she gave me her information and off i went.  oh, my car is fine and so am i,  just a little stiff in my neck and my lower back it kind of tight.  i got to work with warm wishes from the guards and phone calls from friends.  kyle and i did get to go to lunch today and my judge and law clerks threw me a "80's" birthday party.   my judge teased her hair very high, put shoulder pads in her shirt and some how found some blue eye shadow.  boy those were the days.  one of the law clerks made a cd for the occasion full of the "80's"  we had cheese cake and lots of laughs.  i picked up nolan, mamie, mason and jennifer so that we could go to the "FIRE SAFETY" thing at the library.  (pics of that to come).  for dinner kyle grilled salmon.  we had a salad and yellow rice to go along with it.  very good, i might add.  he even bought a birthday cake for me, which nolan licked the icing off the cake.  he told me to go look in the back of his truck for my present.  i got a sewing table.  i having been wanting one for about year now.  thanks to jennifer i got the one i wanted.  kyle also gave me a new (used) camera.  i can't wait to learn how to use it.    boy he is too good to me.  after cake and ice cream we are all settling down for the night.  so thanks to all of you for emailing me, calling me and commenting on the last post with well wishes for a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". WHICH BY THE WAY WAS A HAPPY ONE..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe kyle got us all looking and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOwMneXoBQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UfObXAM6Ods/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOwMneXoBQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UfObXAM6Ods/s320/DSC02564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254588737541113090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cake was about to fall off the black thing and we just started laughing.  nolan is the only one looking at the camera which is very unusual, because he is the one that usually is looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOwL8VZvJ9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/vyAZ_TtlUh4/s1600-h/DSC02575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOwL8VZvJ9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/vyAZ_TtlUh4/s320/DSC02575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254587996399675346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3466765453967254719?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3466765453967254719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3466765453967254719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3466765453967254719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3466765453967254719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-birthday-story.html' title='HERE IS HOW MY BIRTHDAY WENT'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOwMneXoBQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/UfObXAM6Ods/s72-c/DSC02564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7962733421244061174</id><published>2008-10-06T19:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:26:10.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the "BIG 40".  i will celebrate this day by going to work, maybe lunch with kyle (he has court around 1:00 though), cake with co-workers and going to the ridgeland library with mamie, nolan, mason and jennifer for fire safety week.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOqpC6xfVQI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPxmqmxdig8/s1600-h/DSC00986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOqpC6xfVQI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPxmqmxdig8/s320/DSC00986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254197782882768130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this picture was taken on our trip this past summer.  we celebrated our 10 year anniversary, kyle's "40th" birthday and my "40th" birthday.  kyle asked me if i wanted to go out to eat tomorrow night and i said "no, not really".  he said "oh, o.k. then".  i told him maybe a movie friday night.  i really don't want anything, i already have very thing i want, a wonderful husband that loves me for who i am and two wonderful children.  what more could i ask for????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7962733421244061174?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7962733421244061174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7962733421244061174&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7962733421244061174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7962733421244061174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SOqpC6xfVQI/AAAAAAAAAck/kPxmqmxdig8/s72-c/DSC00986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5139549575225835181</id><published>2008-09-29T09:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:34:21.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT MY BIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the 1st grade Bible presentation at church. Mamie was so excited, I don't think she really understood what this was all about, but I explained to her that Brother Ronnie was going to give her a Bible. She just said "oh, o.k.". All the 1st graders lined up and marched into the church and Mr. Ben called them out one by one, Brother Ronnie shook their hand and gave them a Bible. Mamie looks so proud holding onto her "Red Bible" (as she likes to call it).  She said that she will "Cherish it forever".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450832397691074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SODmtWx-aMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ptu3b3RnMek/s320/9.28.08+first+baptist+church+madison+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251449825739695682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SODlywsAZkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/GUdezQJ-Qa8/s320/9.28.08+first+baptist+church+madison+021.jpg" border="0" /&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/1047598328455867976-5139549575225835181?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5139549575225835181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5139549575225835181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5139549575225835181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5139549575225835181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-my-bible.html' title='I GOT MY BIBLE'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SODmtWx-aMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ptu3b3RnMek/s72-c/9.28.08+first+baptist+church+madison+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-1872175547676804323</id><published>2008-09-27T20:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:45:01.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK WHAT I LOST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SN7eQ8L0_6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZcTgU2GdF2Q/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SN7eQ8L0_6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZcTgU2GdF2Q/s320/DSC02421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878598175588258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamie lost her first tooth late this afternoon.  My mother wiggled it to make it very lose last weekend when we were with them, but she couldn't get it out.  So I told Mamie to start playing with it and she did all last week.  So late this afternoon Kyle told her we couldn't go out to eat until her tooth came out.  So I took her in the bathroom got a wash cloth and pulled it out before she even knew what happen.  When I was pulling the tooth out she said "oh, please don't do that again".  I just laughed and said "I wouldn't have to because here it is".  It was so lose it was just hanging there.  I wish I could have gotten a picture of her face when I told her it was out, but Kyle wouldn't have any part of it, he didn't even come in there.  Sissy is what I would say about that.  Her other bottom one is lose as well, but not like the one that came out.  I told her to start playing with it and maybe, just maybe in a couple of weeks that one would be ready to come out as well.  She is so excited about the tooth fairy coming tonight.  She said "it is a good day today, because I lost my first tooth and those MIGHTY REBELS WON.  Life is good".  We are sitting here watching MSU and LSU play and she keeps yelling GO LSU, GO LSU, GO LSU.  Wonder where she gets that from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-1872175547676804323?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/1872175547676804323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=1872175547676804323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1872175547676804323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1872175547676804323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-what-i-lost.html' title='LOOK WHAT I LOST!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SN7eQ8L0_6I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ZcTgU2GdF2Q/s72-c/DSC02421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-1376111869082307910</id><published>2008-09-23T10:45:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:38:58.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ole Miss Weekend 9/20/08</title><content type='html'>watching the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu0IJ8DpVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LkrgbL5kD9Y/s1600-h/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249987842830214482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu0IJ8DpVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LkrgbL5kD9Y/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the game with mommy when those rebels were winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuwv3gqmEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CjQLu3g8RT4/s1600-h/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249984127031744578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuwv3gqmEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CjQLu3g8RT4/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; making funny faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuwUkTnqRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CTwmEe_gS6M/s1600-h/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249983658020284690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuwUkTnqRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/CTwmEe_gS6M/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having fun with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;" at the game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249990186296599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu2QkB-5XI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3rMggx5nzHs/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where did everyone go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249986063926120002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuygnARTkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/eKPRZIznDSY/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249986845827766194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuzOH0Jl7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PbNrzNaLUOI/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pittman&lt;/span&gt; friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249988342614337090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu0lPx4JkI/AAAAAAAAAag/wJA0mNX2OHE/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy, that was a long game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985798730183090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNuyRLEocbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/3LNKp9eigwU/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt; MY LITTLE REBELS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249989752566632162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu13UQszuI/AAAAAAAAAao/a6LXdaojgBg/s320/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-1376111869082307910?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/1376111869082307910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=1376111869082307910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1376111869082307910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1376111869082307910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/09/ole-miss-weekend-92008.html' title='An Ole Miss Weekend 9/20/08'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SNu0IJ8DpVI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LkrgbL5kD9Y/s72-c/ole+miss+game+9.20.08+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-719249721284147580</id><published>2008-09-16T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:44:51.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEANING MY TEETH..</title><content type='html'>i took mamie to school this morning and went back home to finish getting ready for work.  thank goodness we leave very close by the school that i can do that.  anyway, when i walked in the back door i heard laughing and questions being asked about how you do this.  so i walked in our bedroom (our bathroom is right as you walk in bedroom) and saw the funniest sight.  kyle was flossing his teeth and nolan was standing there on his stool with nothing on flossing his teeth as well asking if he was doing it right.  i wish i could have gotten a picture, but i don't think kyle would have liked that too much seeing he was standing there in a towel and his son was clothesless (as mamie likes to call it).  the funny thing about it though was both kyle and nolan were doing the same thing at the same time.  you just had to be there i guess.  nolan jumps off the stool and says "look i cleaning my teeth".  he was so proud of himself.  i said "did you take a bath", " nope i take a shower and i clean.  want to smell me?"  so i leaned down and smelled his little neck and told him he smelled so good.  he said "i know i use daddy's soap."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-719249721284147580?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/719249721284147580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=719249721284147580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/719249721284147580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/719249721284147580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning-my-teeth.html' title='CLEANING MY TEETH..'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-4299962639896374710</id><published>2008-09-13T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:43:24.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAYER REQUEST!!</title><content type='html'>Please be in pray for my dear friends in Houston as the storm roared through this morning and still pounding on them.  I have tried to call Roxanne and I just get voice mail, which is good and means that they do still have phone service.  I did get in touch with another friend that lives in Pascagoula and she said that she talked to Roxanne this morning around 7:00 a.m. and that they were o.k.  They haven't been able to get out and see what happen to their house, but they are fine.   My friend in Goula said that water was coming up on the beach, but other than that they are moving right along.  Talked to my mother and she said they are just getting pounded by wind.  My only wish is I could hear Roxanne's voice just to make sure she is fine.  Roxanne and I have been friends since 7th grade.   Myrtle and I have been friends since we were 6 and we all still keep in touch.  So please been thinking about my friends and everyone else as they woke up to find homes flooded and much, much more damage by the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4299962639896374710?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4299962639896374710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4299962639896374710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4299962639896374710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4299962639896374710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer-request.html' title='PRAYER REQUEST!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-5344064856016869212</id><published>2008-08-28T10:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:10:42.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY KATRINA STORY IN A NUT SHELL:</title><content type='html'>three years ago tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;katrina&lt;/span&gt; hit the gulf coast. if some of you are not aware of this i am from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pascagoula&lt;/span&gt; and still had my mother/father and grandmother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; there along with tons of friends. so of course i worried, oh did i say that i had a 2 year old and new born here to worry about as well. anyway, my father wasn't going to leave, just like everyone else on the coast. finally my mother got him to agree to go up in the country, where my grandparents home is. they left with just a few things thinking they would return to their home in a couple of days. well as many of you know that didn't happen for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people. we lost power here and went to some friends house and by the time we got there and settled in our neighbor called and said we had power. so we left because our friends were having family come up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hattiesburg&lt;/span&gt; to ride out the storm. o.k. so the next day when everyone woke up(if they ever went to sleep) in different places to see the damage from the storm, people returned to find mud in houses, houses gone and much, much more. i didn't hear from mom and dad for about three days. it was very nerve racking. when they finally got through they told me that our house was under water the entire storm. it was about 5 to 6 feet deep. thank goodness my parents got out.......... so being the wonderful husband that kyle is, he loaded up his truck with food, ice, water and his dirt bike and took off to check on his family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wiggins&lt;/span&gt; and help my parents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pascagoula&lt;/span&gt;. why the dirt bike i asked and he said just in case the national guard would not let him through with his truck, he would have gotten on his bike and went anyway he could find to go. i had no contact with anyone down there. it was like everyone had fallen of the face of the earth. the only time kyle or my parents could call is when they got to the highest point on the moss point bridge. again all the while i was here just returning to work, taking care of a new born and a two year old. i felt helpless and after all this time i still think back and say i wish i could have been there to help. but kyle assures me that i did help, i kept it together for our young children.. so while my parents, husband, sister and brother-in-law help start to clean up, my precious, precious grandmother passed away. it wasn't due to the storm she was in the hospital and didn't even really know what was going on, from what i hear she passed away very peacefully with a sweet nurse holding her hand. we finally got to put her to rest in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt;. my grandmother wouldn't have wanted a big fuss about her so we just had mom/dad/me and my two older sisters. as tears start to swell in my eyes like they do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; this time of year with thoughts of the storm, the horrors everyone went through and the passing of grandmother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt;. i try very hard not to think about what my parents saw walking hand in hand in total silence to find 1206 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;westwood&lt;/span&gt; destroyed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;katrina&lt;/span&gt;. they have sold the house that i grew up in and live in the country in a farm house as they like to call it. you ask if they have left for this storm. well, yes they have, they went to oxford yesterday for a fun couple of days with my sister, nephew and of course THOSE MIGHT REBELS.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5344064856016869212?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5344064856016869212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5344064856016869212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5344064856016869212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5344064856016869212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-katrina-story.html' title='MY KATRINA STORY IN A NUT SHELL:'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7892438098567320461</id><published>2008-08-23T14:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:57:29.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK WHAT MAMIE WANTED TO DO THIS MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SLBrIEV2kBI/AAAAAAAAASY/ePr7kyC6pSI/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SLBrIEV2kBI/AAAAAAAAASY/ePr7kyC6pSI/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804152980410386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            BEFORE...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SLBrITwNJzI/AAAAAAAAASg/M6HrBoJB3Lo/s1600-h/DSC02176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SLBrITwNJzI/AAAAAAAAASg/M6HrBoJB3Lo/s320/DSC02176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804157117474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        AFTER......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7892438098567320461?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7892438098567320461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7892438098567320461&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7892438098567320461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7892438098567320461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-what-mamie-wanted-to-do-this.html' title='LOOK WHAT MAMIE WANTED TO DO THIS MORNING'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SLBrIEV2kBI/AAAAAAAAASY/ePr7kyC6pSI/s72-c/DSC02171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-853137238284386311</id><published>2008-08-20T19:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:52:14.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation with nolan</title><content type='html'>today when kyle and i picked up nolan he was talking about how some little boy did something.   this is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan:  know what john wallace did today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle:  what did he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan:  he brake the new kitten sh--.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyle:  what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan:  he brake the new kitten sh-- daddy.  brake it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said it one more time and we figured it out.  john wallace broke the new KITCHEN SET.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamie loves to play the game last one to touch or last one through the door or last one to do anything is a rotten egg.  this is how a conversation with nolan went a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamie:  last one to touch daddy's shoe is a rotten egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan:  i no rockin egg mamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still laughing at the kitchen set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-853137238284386311?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/853137238284386311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=853137238284386311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/853137238284386311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/853137238284386311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversation-with-nolan.html' title='conversation with nolan'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-752178065167321816</id><published>2008-08-11T20:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:45:46.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin on up.............</title><content type='html'>Well, Nolan has moved up to an older three class.  I had to get him a back pack to put all his stuff in and he requested a Spider Man one.  Of course I wanted to get a cute on with his name one it and he just wouldn't have that. I started pricing a good one  (just for daycare) I found a Spider Man one and the price was right $9.99 compared to $29.99 and up.  I will just have to wait until kindergarten for the cute one with his name on it.   O.K. enough of the rambling about a back pack.  Kyle and I took Nolan into big boy school and he went strait in, saw his class walking down the hall got all excited and tried to put his back pack on the first hook because his fins (friends) were leaving and he wanted to go.  Well, we found his hook, he hung up the back pack and off he went.  I ran into Mamie's old teacher Ms. Monica and she looked up and said "boy we have lots of surprises today".  Well tears started to come, so I just looked away from her.  Knowing in a year he will be with Ms. Monica in the pre-4 class.  When I turned arou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SKDouSXnoiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3wJ55oS1XT4/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SKDouSXnoiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3wJ55oS1XT4/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233438648907047458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd to tell Nolan bye he was off and running never looking back.  Here I was worried about him and it was nothing to worry about.  He got in line with his class and just waved, again never looking back.  Here is a picture I took this morning before leaving.  Yes, I know he looks just like a big boy and he is only 3 for goodness sakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-752178065167321816?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/752178065167321816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=752178065167321816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/752178065167321816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/752178065167321816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/08/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin on up.............'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SKDouSXnoiI/AAAAAAAAASA/3wJ55oS1XT4/s72-c/DSC02034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7119114071198074443</id><published>2008-08-07T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:57:22.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in our house this week and next.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SJuZ4kTNbCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w2D3_qEe6zs/s1600-h/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SJuZ4kTNbCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w2D3_qEe6zs/s320/DSC02013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231944589216934946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Mamie started first grade. We took her to meet her teacher the other night and she started getting really exctied. Found out that there are a couple of friends from last year and a friend that she has known her entire little life in her class, so she was ready to start school. She says "she thinks her teachers are cute". This morning I walked into her room and said "good morning my little first grader". She said "I have been waiting for you to come get me out of bed." (good to know i am still needed for something) She got right up brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on her clothes and said "you aren't ready yet, hurry up and get ready". Anyway, I started getting dressed and went to wake up Nolan and he just didn't want to wake up. I feel this is going to be a big deal in the near future. Kyle finally got up and ready and we all headed to school. I asked Mamie if she wanted me to walk her in and she said "no I know where my class is, just a strait shot down the hall". As we drove up to the school I saw tons of mothers and fathers walking little ones up for the first day of k-5 or just the first day of school in general. We got up to the car pool lane and they opened the door for Mamie and out she jumps. She gets hugs from some of the ladies that remember her and off she went. I couldn't look back because I knew if I did tears would flow. Well, tears fell anyway. I guess thinking Mamie is getting more and more independent and doesn't need me as much for somethings or just because I am an emotional person anyway. O.K. tears are falling again. So we get back home to get Nolan's shoes on and brush his teeth for him to get off to school. He looks at me and says "I want go wif you momma". I said "O.K. lets go". Everything was fine until we get to school. I take him out of the car seat and he wants me to hold him. Which is just fine with me. So we get into school and Nolan loses it. Don't leave me Momma is what I heard walking out the door. Talking about tearing your heart out................ I am sure he was fine after I walked out, but I didn't need to hear that today. So today is a day of change for Mamie. Sunday is a change for both the children because they will be moving up in Sunday School classes and Monday will be a change for Nolan. He will be moving up to an older three year old room. I know Mamie will be fine, I just worry about Nolan. He doesn't like change too much. I almost forgot another person in our family that will have a big change as well this weekend. It is Kyle he turns the "BIG 40" Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHANGE OF A NEW DAY AND A NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7119114071198074443?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7119114071198074443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7119114071198074443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7119114071198074443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7119114071198074443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-grade-for-mamie.html' title='Changes in our house this week and next.........'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SJuZ4kTNbCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/w2D3_qEe6zs/s72-c/DSC02013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8481069210525373873</id><published>2008-07-31T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:02:55.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HARD DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am having sort of a hard day today. Mamie and Nolan are growing up way tooooo fast. Being a working mother really bits the dust sometimes. I dropped Mamie off at CC Ranch today and as she was getting out she said "oh I forgot something". I said "what did you forget sweetheart", she said "to give you a kiss". I just melted. Then I called Nolan (Kyle took him to daycare) and this is how that confersation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan: Hello&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey, Nolan what ya doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan: Getting in the car to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Well, I just wanted to tell you I loved you and have fun swimming today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan: I wove (love) you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Are you going to swim like a fish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan: I not a fish, I a big boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh, O.K. well have fun swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan: I will.  Where you momma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  I am on my way to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan:  Have good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  I will Nolan, Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nolan:  wove you too.  here daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.K. I don't know why I am having a hard day, I just miss them so much during the day. Then when you get home it is rush, rush, rush. No time to play just, make dinner, eat, bath and sleep. I like to go in and give Mamie and Nolan a peck on the forehead every night, just to make sure they are alright and of course they are just fine. Sleeping like a baby.... Now I understand what my mother was saying when she would say "boy ya'll grew up".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229193309843317458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SJHTnB8PYtI/AAAAAAAAARw/__bdUg23t0s/s320/859547-R1-051-24_024.jpg" 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/1047598328455867976-8481069210525373873?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8481069210525373873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8481069210525373873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8481069210525373873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8481069210525373873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-day.html' title='HARD DAY!!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SJHTnB8PYtI/AAAAAAAAARw/__bdUg23t0s/s72-c/859547-R1-051-24_024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-618606705384781028</id><published>2008-07-25T21:01:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:27:55.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMIE'S BIRTHDAY PICTURES.</title><content type='html'>i know i am late posting this post, but i have been very busy this week doing my junior league project, going to work for a couple of hours after the project ended and then coming home to be a mommy and wife.  anyway, the week started on July 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mamie's&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; loves doughnuts so we got up early and took her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kreme&lt;/span&gt; then we took her to her favorite restaurant for dinner.  i was off that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; and we got to spend some girl time together. my sisters came into town for the birthday party on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  my parents ended up coming up as well and we all had a wonderful time.  after the party on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; we came back to the house and played in the water.  then we took my older sister out for dinner for her birthday, while kyle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; went to the baseball game to visit with his sister, brother-in-law, nephew and his girlfriend. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; we all woke up went out for lunch and then everyone left.  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ainsworth&lt;/span&gt; clan came back and took naps the entire day.  we all woke up and went and played in the water park at the renaissance shopping center.  after playing in the water park we came back to the house and cut a watermelon that my dad brought to us.  that was a wonderful way to wrap up a wonderful weekend with family and friends.  oh, we even gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt; showers on the back deck after the watermelon, yes, you can just call us rednecks, but they were nasty after eating watermelon. here are some pictures of the long birthday weekend for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; in front of the hot now sign &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning on her birthday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqLXmGfYWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qZVZzm2voBs/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqLXmGfYWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qZVZzm2voBs/s320/DSC01633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227143554997903714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; out to dinner for her birthday.  this is her favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqMFo5ZD6I/AAAAAAAAARE/iclFSMgeChA/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqMFo5ZD6I/AAAAAAAAARE/iclFSMgeChA/s320/DSC01645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227144346022252450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loved the HELLO KITTY CAKE.  thanks ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqF4rL4lbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RHl8kybj5k8/s1600-h/DSC01739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqF4rL4lbI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RHl8kybj5k8/s320/DSC01739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227137526228620722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqHIpfnnEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/l3565vmrh3w/s1600-h/DSC01747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqHIpfnnEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/l3565vmrh3w/s320/DSC01747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227138900164058178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pappaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;epting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;margaret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ellis&lt;/span&gt; (cousin), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqNK685ZEI/AAAAAAAAARM/S0dizHqE5MQ/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqNK685ZEI/AAAAAAAAARM/S0dizHqE5MQ/s320/DSC01784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227145536279766082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating watermelon..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqOF-vt71I/AAAAAAAAARU/q22TeSQra-Q/s1600-h/DSC01874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqOF-vt71I/AAAAAAAAARU/q22TeSQra-Q/s320/DSC01874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227146550910512978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after taking a shower on the back deck.  yes, they ate chips before dinner, but who cares.  life is way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; short to worry about the small stuff.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqO4vfPBnI/AAAAAAAAARc/rjpx7k4_lyE/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqO4vfPBnI/AAAAAAAAARc/rjpx7k4_lyE/s320/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227147422988174962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;mamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mararget&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ellis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqRt2zRLhI/AAAAAAAAARk/dXl3ARah6IQ/s1600-h/DSC01802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqRt2zRLhI/AAAAAAAAARk/dXl3ARah6IQ/s320/DSC01802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227150534507572754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could post more pictures, but i am not.  hope everyone had a wonderful week and will have a wonderful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, on a different note, i am not having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kelly's&lt;/span&gt; kids, but if anyone wants anything please let me know.  i will place an order for you.  they have some very cute stuff for the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-618606705384781028?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/618606705384781028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=618606705384781028&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/618606705384781028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/618606705384781028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/mamies-birthday-pictures.html' title='MAMIE&apos;S BIRTHDAY PICTURES.'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SIqLXmGfYWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qZVZzm2voBs/s72-c/DSC01633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5808490146835433312</id><published>2008-07-17T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:05:09.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MAMIE IS 6 TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223982664053716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SH9Qjhu4d1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/OyTJtN8XpGo/s320/july+4th+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mamie and I woke up this morning and headed to KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUTS.  She loves doughnuts.  I have a picture of her by the Hot Now sign and I will post all about that later.  But for right now I wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART, YOU ARE MY WORLD!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5808490146835433312?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5808490146835433312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5808490146835433312&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5808490146835433312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5808490146835433312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mamie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMIE'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SH9Qjhu4d1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/OyTJtN8XpGo/s72-c/july+4th+2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8060054010790234888</id><published>2008-07-15T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:19:52.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do deer eat?</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I have been riding into work together and we take Mamie and her friend Carly to CC Ranch, then drop Nolan off at daycare.  This is a conversation we had with Nolan after dropping the girls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:    Nolan do you see any deer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  No, I don't see any deer, daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:  They are usually right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  Whrrrr (where)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:  Right there in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan: I done see them, momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:  They don't come out in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  Oh.  whrrr they go daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:  They go away and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  Oh.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:  What do you think deer eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,  McDonald momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:  Really, what do they drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  welllllllllllll, water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma:  What do the get at McDonald's Nolan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan:  I twink a hamburger with cheese and that wite stuff.  (i guess he was talking about mayo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nolan started talking about how deer sleep, eat and play with their friends..  It was really funny trying to hold a conversation with a three year old.  We passed a couple of garbage trucks and cement trucks on the way to the daycare and he would look at them with big wide eyes.   We saw a couple of motorcycles and he would say "just like yours daddy, look, daddy look."  My little buddy had grown up so much in the last couple of months we can  actually understand what he says now............ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SH1MThlUGhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yFcbzJnaiJo/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SH1MThlUGhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yFcbzJnaiJo/s320/DSC01370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223415041135745554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8060054010790234888?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8060054010790234888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8060054010790234888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8060054010790234888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8060054010790234888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-do-deer-eat.html' title='What do deer eat?'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SH1MThlUGhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yFcbzJnaiJo/s72-c/DSC01370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7094276655356155524</id><published>2008-07-15T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:31:17.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION TO ANYONE WHO READS?</title><content type='html'>I am thinking about having another Kelly's Kids show.  Please let me know if you would like an invitation.  I am trying to find out if anyone is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in coming to a show or catalog sell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt;.  PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF ANYONE IS INTERESTED. &lt;br /&gt;THANKS...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7094276655356155524?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7094276655356155524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7094276655356155524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7094276655356155524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7094276655356155524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/question-to-anyone-who-reads.html' title='QUESTION TO ANYONE WHO READS?'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3684502335578815733</id><published>2008-07-10T10:08:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:54:52.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG WEEKEND AT THE CAMP.</title><content type='html'>We had such a wonderful time at the camp last weekend. It was like a mini vacation for us all. Unfortunately it started with a funeral Thursday, then after that Kyle and I headed to Walmart for the long weekend ahead of us. We got to the camp late Thursday afternoon some of Kyle's high school buddies and their children came and had a cook out with us. We had so much fun and said we would do it again since they all live right there in Wiggins and close to the camp. Friday we woke up early and floated Red Creek. Kyle and I used to do this all the time when we were dating and I just love floating down the creek watching the world go by. Mamie and Nolan seem to like it, but I think Mamie would have rather been playing on the sandbar instead of floating in a canoe for about 4 hours. Kyle fished and caught some fish to fry that night. After the float we drove into town to watch the fireworks. Mamie, Nolan and I laid on a blanket and it was neat to watch the fireworks that way. Nolan would say "wow look" at almost everyone and Mamie would say "oh, that was my favorite again and again." Saturday rolled around with another trip to the creek to play before my parents came for the family birthday party for Mamie and Nolan. I was so glad that they got to come and I know they really enjoyed coming just to hang out with us. The Ainsworth clan showed up a little later for the party and a small firework show. So here are some of the pictures that were taken. This is long so sorry if you get board looking at our mini vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle's buddies children along with Mamie and Nolan Friday night at the cookout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221405344638754866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYofyuE4DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/X8KjctDyybs/s320/july+4th+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for the 4 hour float trip.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221405737919038466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYo2rzZxAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/lmKLfibdBMU/s320/july+4th+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fishing with daddy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221406223131089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYpS7W-GPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nDuWo-poOXQ/s320/july+4th+2008+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221406735764341330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYpwxEQwlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FhaCqcEfJfI/s320/july+4th+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mommy.............&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221407396065776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYqXM4ZEyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8D6LKDvynEc/s320/july+4th+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worn out after the float trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221407737478647314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYqrEvkDhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VURtw8MUgDM/s320/july+4th+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to leave for the firework show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221408011101253426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYq7AERrzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xBfvZOFGsgI/s320/july+4th+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look daddy caught a fish and Nolan let it go later.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221408437097043810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYrTzBll2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/6n391S_AIVg/s320/july+4th+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthday cake. It was sprier man, Nolan's request.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221409159854358002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYr93gW_fI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9ZH6UJyEPDA/s320/july+4th+2008+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a ride with "Lin" in her new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221409670417099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYsblgALNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mBLbhQ4B9dw/s320/july+4th+2008+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mini firework show after the birthday party....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221412003074030850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYujXUwPQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/JFLkrM2fZz0/s320/july+4th+2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221412366346584738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYu4gnrgqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5onrZiDyYOc/s320/july+4th+2008+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that is the end folks. I hope I didn't lose anyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3684502335578815733?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3684502335578815733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3684502335578815733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3684502335578815733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3684502335578815733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-weekend-at-camp.html' title='A LONG WEEKEND AT THE CAMP.'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SHYofyuE4DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/X8KjctDyybs/s72-c/july+4th+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5372962305398313612</id><published>2008-07-01T21:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:30:23.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOLAN</title><content type='html'>I AM THREE TODAY!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrlq7oREEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YV2j8xGhklk/s1600-h/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrlq7oREEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YV2j8xGhklk/s320/DSC01422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218235643985989698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            I GOT A WEED EATER, JUST LIKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DADDY'S.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrmJQy98wI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7JWhJ_N60-Y/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrmJQy98wI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7JWhJ_N60-Y/s320/DSC01444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218236165064094466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                I GOT A BIG TRUCK WITH TOOLS  IN IT......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrndhYR3hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iyFKwTiTw-k/s1600-h/DSC01428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrndhYR3hI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iyFKwTiTw-k/s320/DSC01428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218237612624567826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    MAMIE AND I ABOUT TO EAT CAKE......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrm0khE79I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9n1ppzC6EPE/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrm0khE79I/AAAAAAAAAOc/9n1ppzC6EPE/s320/DSC01450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218236909092138962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5372962305398313612?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5372962305398313612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5372962305398313612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5372962305398313612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5372962305398313612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-nolan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOLAN'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrlq7oREEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/YV2j8xGhklk/s72-c/DSC01422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-2536715367079268100</id><published>2008-07-01T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:15:27.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOLAN IS THREE!!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is my little mans third birthday.  I can't believe he is three.  I woke him up this morning singing happy birthday and he just smiled.  Then he got up and had his birthday cereal bar with candles in it.  Then he said "where my pesants", I didn't understand what he was saying so he said it again "where my pesants".  This went on for a second or two and then I figured it out.  He wanted his presents.  I thought that was pretty good that he put birthday and presents together.  So I wrapped up a gift and he opened it and thought it was way cool, that was his words.  It was a spider man on a motorcycle.  There are pictures to come, just didn't have time to upload them and post.  Running a little late because of all the birthday stuff going on at my house.  Anyway, I will add to the post tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           This morning with my birthday cereal bar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrkCJYwqrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7Z4cjBBvIWA/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrkCJYwqrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7Z4cjBBvIWA/s320/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218233843792784050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2536715367079268100?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2536715367079268100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2536715367079268100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2536715367079268100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2536715367079268100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/07/nolan-is-three.html' title='NOLAN IS THREE!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGrkCJYwqrI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7Z4cjBBvIWA/s72-c/DSC01409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-6807887050591533234</id><published>2008-06-28T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:35:12.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on the voice</title><content type='html'>i did get a little of my voice back on thursday, but woke up friday morning feeling like death.  mamie woke up around 3:30 friday morning coughing her head off as well.  So we both have colds now.  i should have gone to the doctor like i said i would, but i didn't.  kyle and nolan went to the baseball game last night and from what i hear nolan had a blast.  i guess i will have to start learning the game of baseball.  mamie and i hung out together, went to target and to micheals.  we had popcorn and ice cream for dinner.  i know, what a healthy dinner, but we didn't know what we wanted.  we came back home and circled up in my bed to watch a movie.  when kyle walked in mamie and i were coughing and he said he would just sleep in mamie's bed because he didn't want to be in the sick room.  i got up this morning and felt like i had been ran over by a mack truck.  mamie said she felt the same way.  mamie, nolan and i took a very long nap this afternoon, while kyle went over to some friends to help cut fire wood.  well, we are off to get ice cream to make everyone feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6807887050591533234?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6807887050591533234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6807887050591533234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6807887050591533234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6807887050591533234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-on-voice.html' title='update on the voice'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-6645355763175975665</id><published>2008-06-25T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:39:07.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no voice..........</title><content type='html'>I still can't talk that well, but I am heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MEA&lt;/span&gt; in the morning to get something done about it.  My chest is hurt some and the bottom of my throat is not feeling to good either.  I tried not to talk today, but that just didn't happen.  I am worn out just trying to get across to some people what I needed to say to them.  Thank goodness I don't have a job anymore where I have to answer the phone from 8 - 5.  I did have to talk on the phone a couple of times, but nothing like I had to in my old job.  So I am hoping that tomorrow morning the doctor will give me a shot and all this will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; teachers from First Baptist Madison that reads my blog.  MAMIE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE THIS WEEK.  When we pick her up she has a new story to tell about what happen at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; that day.... A big thank you goes out to each and everyone of you for all your hard work!!!  I am hoping that I will be able to be apart of it next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6645355763175975665?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6645355763175975665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6645355763175975665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6645355763175975665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6645355763175975665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-no-voice.html' title='Still no voice..........'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-497786294420460268</id><published>2008-06-24T20:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:49:13.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up took a shower and was getting ready for work.  Kyle started asking me something and I tried to answer him and nothing came out.  I had no voice.  I had a starchy throat last Monday and Tuesday, then Saturday I woke up coughing a little and then Sunday had a full blown coughing fit in the shower.  Yesterday when I coughed it would hurt my chest and then I could taste that drainage in back of my throat, YUCK is all I can say about that. So I woke up this morning unable to talk.  My coworkers were like doesn't that hurt, I said "no, I just don't have a voice".  This afternoon when we were going to Mamie's gymnastics class (pictures to come) I told  Kyle if he would drop me off to watch Mamie, then he could go to the store and get potatoes for potato soup and stuff for cornbread, then that is what we would have for supper.  He said "that is fine with me".  When I was a little girl grandmother Mamie would make me potato soup and cornbread if I wasn't feel so good and it always made me feel so much better.  So I fixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt; cream potato soup and cornbread for dinner.  I am not sure how it happens but it does make me feel a little better.  Just wish grandmother Mamie was here to fix it for me.  It doesn't taste the same. I still don't have my voice back, hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have to share this cute little story Mamie told me last night.  Mamie is going to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; and this is how the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  Momma guess who I saw today at church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:    Who did you you see today at church honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  You know that old man that talks on that stage in big girl church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "what old man honey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  You know that old man that just talks and talks about God and things and walks around talking to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I said "oh you are talking about the preacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  Yea, that is him.  I saw him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed to myself and thought well I don't think Brother Ronnie is that old, but I guess to a 5 1/2 year old, he is.  I just wonder if she thinks I am old......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story she told me today when I picked her up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  Momma guess whose hand I got to hold today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:   I don't know, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie:  The preachers hand Momma, and he is so nice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking out and Brother Ronnie was trying to get children to the correct cars and I guess he thought I was a helper and he asked me if I have the correct children for the correct car and I said "oh she belongs to me".  He said "oh that is great we got the correct child with the correct parent".  You had to be there, but it was funny at the time.  It is wild at pick up time.  Anyway, Mamie said "momma that is the old man I saw yesterday and the man I got to hold hands with today".  She was smiling from ear to ear saying all this.  I am so glad that she is able to go to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; this week and I am so glad that God called Brother Ronnie to us and I am so glad that Mamie sees him as a wonderful man.  When she talks about him she has a huge smile on her face and she just talks and talks about him.  When I was a little girl I had a preacher that I looked up to.  In fact Brother John married Kyle and I.  I loved him so much, I remember looking up to him the very same way Mamie looks up to Brother Ronnie.  Big eyes and a huge smile.  It can't get any better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-497786294420460268?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/497786294420460268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=497786294420460268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/497786294420460268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/497786294420460268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-something-to-make-you-feel.html' title='A LITTLE SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-2777538038129375738</id><published>2008-06-23T21:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:56:52.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW MAGAZINE FOR MAMIE......</title><content type='html'>After picking up children today Mamie, Nolan and I had to run some errands.  I had to take some clothes and stuff to Bargain Bouquet, get something to eat and then pick up some can goods for VBS week.  We went to Kroger Nolan got some Strawberry milk syrup, you know the kind of stuff you put in your milk and it turns it Chocolate, well Nolan loves the Strawberry kind and Mamie about had a fit because Nolan was getting something and she wasn't (I am sure you all go through this) so she said "remember that magazine I wanted last night" (which was Saturday morning) and I said "I don't remember which one it was, but if you show me I will get it for you since I didn't get it for you last Saturday".  Now let me clear something up, this goes on all the time, he got something so I get something, but they don't always get it.  O.K. back to the magazine story.  So we go to where all the magazines are and Mamie starting yelling "THERE IT IS, THERE IT IS"  Nolan starting yelling "Mamie you being loud, you hurt my head."  I just laughed, people were just looking at me and I really felt like saying, "like you never have seen a child get so happy over something as small as a magazine".   They had those looks on their faces like can't you do something with your children.    I didn't care about those other people, I just enjoyed the moment of my two children laughing and having fun.   O.K. I am sure everyone is waiting on the big ending hold on tight girls, I am sure this will bring back memories to many of you.  Doesn't she look so happy?  She has been looking at it since we got home and I am sure she will look at it more tomorrow.  She doesn't know how to read yet, but she is having fun looking at all the pictures.  It even has SIX posters in it.  You ask if she will be hanging them in her room?  The answer is "NO"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGBcrZowtuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9OvUfTgWYCA/s1600-h/DSC01333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGBcrZowtuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9OvUfTgWYCA/s320/DSC01333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215270269181015778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2777538038129375738?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2777538038129375738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2777538038129375738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2777538038129375738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2777538038129375738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-magazine-for-mamie.html' title='A NEW MAGAZINE FOR MAMIE......'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SGBcrZowtuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9OvUfTgWYCA/s72-c/DSC01333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-8313419288937600843</id><published>2008-06-19T10:36:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:03:00.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally our trip pics and 10 years together....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, back on May 30th Kyle and I had our 10 year anniversary. We have been together for longer than that, but married for 10 years now. I don't know where to even start to tell anyone about how I feel about Kyle, he is everything to me. He walked into my life when I needed him the most and I will be forever grateful for that. I get butterflies when he walks into a room, or when he used to show up at my other job and I didn't realize he had court, or when I am sitting outside in the afternoons with Mamie and he just happens to appear. You know that feeling about the first time you see that guy you want to go out with across the room and you just go a little crazy until you finally talk to him. I could go on, but I think you get the picture about how I feel about Kyle. Anyway, we had our anniversary trip back in May and we had a wonderful time. We left New Orleans May 25th flew to Houston and then on to Cancun. We then took a van to Playa de Carmen which is about an hour ride to our resort. We got there late Sunday afternoon checked in and went strait to the beach. The rest of the week went something like this, wake up get breakfast, go to beach, play in the water, go back to room shower get ready for dinner, eat, watch an outdoor show at the resort, go back to room fall asleep and then wake up to do it all over again. Wednesday we did rent a car and go do some site seeing, but other than that we didn't do one thing that we didn't want to do.... Here are some pictures from our trip. I am ready to go back...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is out by the pool over looking the beach........ &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621090896355522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqAwlxcoMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fDGr63pPos4/s320/trip+pictures+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our resort at night....Everything was open air..............&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621606821907266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqBOnvry0I/AAAAAAAAANE/y4Ypts71rF4/s320/trip+pictures+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The BIG car we rented!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213621936582097954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqBh0Mo_CI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xkdd-vUZacM/s320/trip+pictures+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Swimming in the caves. Let me tell you something folks, the water was freezing.  This  was way to cool!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213622763544493986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqCR831v6I/AAAAAAAAANU/Pu89sssYEck/s320/trip+pictures+2008+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This overlooks the beach from a restaurant at the resort.  This is also where they had a couple of weddings take place.  The bride walked down to the beach to meet her husband to be..  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213623604030593106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqDC37V2FI/AAAAAAAAANc/b3MbSJDXXbQ/s320/trip+pictures+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last day, we went snorkeling and it was great fun.  The chairs behind us is where we spend most of the day for the entire week.  It was late in the afternoon when we got back from snorkeling so that is why nobody was on the beach at the time of taking this picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213627951808198834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqG_8qTOLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/K_0TmxI-8xc/s320/trip+pictures+2008+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the last night we were there and our anniversary May 30th. Two restaurants were open air ones and we ate at one of them twice because it was so good.  It was raining so hard this night, so we went back to the room and sat out on our  patio and watched it rain and boy did it rain.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213624659047937042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqEASLE9BI/AAAAAAAAANs/XW-zKovqJ_w/s320/trip+pictures+2008+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-8313419288937600843?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/8313419288937600843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=8313419288937600843&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8313419288937600843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/8313419288937600843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-10-year-anniversary-and-trip.html' title='Finally our trip pics and 10 years together....'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SFqAwlxcoMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fDGr63pPos4/s72-c/trip+pictures+2008+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-321759741413228316</id><published>2008-06-09T22:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:08:26.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horseflies in the Kitchen.......</title><content type='html'>This story is one of those stories where you have to be there when it happens, but I will try my best to make that you were there when all of this was going on.  Not too long ago I went and put something in my car and came back in, it only took a second or two to do it, but.......  I heard something buzzing all around the kitchen and hitting walls, but couldn't find what it was.  Out of nowhere Mamie started screaming then Nolan started crying.  I found it, it was a BIG HORSEFLY on the over head light.  They were sitting at the bar eating some cereal.  Anyway, I yelled to Kyle to come get it and he said "I will in a second". Well, in that long second Mamie was screaming so loud the dog started barking and Nolan started screaming, crying and laughing all at once.   The horsefly started flying every where, I guess trying to get out of the kitchen because of all the noise and then the children went crazy.  I was laughing so hard, you just can't help but laughing, because here sitting a little girl that will pick up frogs, lizards, touch a snake and any other living thing, then you have a little boy, yes I said "boy" that will not touch anything as of the sort and he was just crying watching this BIG HORSEFLY fly right in front of him.  While all the time he was watching it with his eyes so wide they could have popped out of his head.  I told Mamie to run into the den, the horsefly at that time was in the door way going into the den, Mamie flew off the bar stool screaming.  I told Nolan to do the same and he was saying "no, no, no"  oh, did I tell you that there was another one that flew out from behind something, well you got it more screaming and crying.   Kyle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;  came in to try to get it and Nolan's legs where wrapped around the bar stool and I couldn't peel him off of the stool.  After Kyle got the horseflies we were in the bathroom brushing teeth and getting ready for bed, Nolan looks up at Kyle with wide eyes and ask "they bit children daddy", Kyle couldn't answer the question from laughing so hard.  I am still laughing because you should have seen the eyes of these two children when these two big horseflies came flying by their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip pictures are coming.  I was going to do that yesterday after church, but we had to travel to Wiggins because Kyle's great uncle passed away last Friday late afternoon after along battle of kidney failure.  It was either last Monday or Tuesday Uncle Tucker told his family that he was not  going to take treatment anymore that he just wanted to hurry up and get to heaven.  I didn't know Uncle Tucker, but from all the stories that Kyle has shared with me today and through the years he was was a wonderful man.  He loved hunting, fishing and life.  Kyle, his older brothers and older sister were very close to Uncle Tucker and I know that this man will be missed by them and everyone that was there today.   So please be in prayer for Uncle Tucker Bond's family and friends as they all will need it in the days and weeks to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-321759741413228316?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/321759741413228316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=321759741413228316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/321759741413228316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/321759741413228316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/horseflies-in-house.html' title='Horseflies in the Kitchen.......'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-9022155909240238097</id><published>2008-06-01T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:54:31.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation in Wiggins, MS</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of our niece and nephew graduating from Stone County High School May 25th, 2008.  Phoebe was the first to graduate in the class since her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ainsworth&lt;/span&gt;.  Kale was in the middle of the class, but he graduated with highest honors and third in his class. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SENgTevCjkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TE9SD6ngNKI/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SENgTevCjkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TE9SD6ngNKI/s320/DSC00937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207111481954569794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang.  Nolan, Kristi, Kale, Phoebe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corban&lt;/span&gt;, Hollie and Mamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SENe2-vCjjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iE17RBhMI9w/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SENe2-vCjjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iE17RBhMI9w/s320/DSC00942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207109892816670258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kale, Kristi and Phoebe.  Kristi graduated three years ago and now goes to State.  She is on a mission trip this summer.  Check out her blog to the right Kristi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hatten&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-9022155909240238097?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/9022155909240238097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=9022155909240238097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9022155909240238097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9022155909240238097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation-in-wiggins-ms.html' title='Graduation in Wiggins, MS'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SENgTevCjkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TE9SD6ngNKI/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7969441269020726868</id><published>2008-06-01T13:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:36:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME.............</title><content type='html'>Well, we are home from our long trip.  My pictures are all downloaded and ready to go on a new post, but I have to get clothes washed, go to the store and get children ready for tomorrow.  We had a wonderful trip just doing nothing.  I said we were going to do nothing and that is what we did all week.  From what I understand Mamie and Nolan had a wonderful week with the grandparents.  I think they played in the water the entire time.  Anyway, I will have to post tomorrow.  Welcome back to reality................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7969441269020726868?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7969441269020726868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7969441269020726868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7969441269020726868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7969441269020726868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-good-to-be-home.html' title='IT IS GOOD TO BE HOME.............'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-2775821337767174119</id><published>2008-05-22T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:36:57.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF WE GO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we will be leaving for Wiggins, MS to see our niece and nephew graduate from high school.  Then Kyle and I  will drive to New Orleans Saturday afternoon and leave Sunday May 25th for Cancun.  We will actually be staying in Playa del Carmen, but from what I understand it is only 40 mins. from Cancun.  The children will be staying with my mom/dad for the first couple of days and then they will be staying with Kyle's mom/dad until we return.  We will return to New Orleans on Saturday May 31st.  We are celebrating our 10 year anniversary May 30th and then we both turn the BIG 40 this year.  Kyle in August and me in October.  We are really looking forward to going on our big trip, we well should I say that I have been planning this for some time now and it has finally gotten here.  Mamie and Nolan are excited to be going on their little vacation and the grandparents are glad to have them.  Let's just hope they survive the week with two children.  I talked to dad the other night and he was telling me everything they have planned and it sounds like they will have a wonderful time. Please be in prayer for all of us the next couple of days.  See ya'll when we get back.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2775821337767174119?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2775821337767174119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2775821337767174119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2775821337767174119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2775821337767174119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-we-go.html' title='OFF WE GO!!!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-2344995534278558533</id><published>2008-05-21T10:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:56:07.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR MAMIE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mamie was so excited today because it was her last day of school. These last couple of weeks she has been counting down the days. She says that she couldn't wait until the last day, but I really think she will miss some of her friends. I know she will keep in-touch with a few, because she has already told me she is planning a play date for her school friends. Below is picture of Mamie this morning. I don't have the picture of the first day of school on my work computer, but I have it on my home computer. I will have to post them side by side later because she has changed so much over the last 10 months it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. I was going to put her in the same outfit that she wore on the first day, but she wanted to wear this one. I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; she will be in the 1st grade in just what 3 short months. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRCiAL1RnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TG_wZ660AdI/s1600-h/Misc+pictures+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202856621452379762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRCiAL1RnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TG_wZ660AdI/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple pictures I wanted to post just because I thought they were cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with daddy at the USA girls softball game..... (check out my cute baseball shorts my mommy made for me) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867066812843730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRMCAL1RtI/AAAAAAAAALc/0-jq5rUzmrU/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Doing a little slip-n-side.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859975821837970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRFlQL1RpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Nbzbf9849RI/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were so sleepy........... (yes, mommy made these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pirate&lt;/span&gt; shorts as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867083992712946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRMDAL1RvI/AAAAAAAAALs/WO4C7R6grvw/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handing out in the sun... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202913671502972706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDR2awL1RyI/AAAAAAAAAME/tlBhZIwpIRM/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I live for baseball........ (another pair of cute shorts mommy made for me)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202913160401864466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDR19AL1RxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/jB2R8I2aQ-w/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching a ladybug crawl on Mamie's arm....... (oh, and yes mommy made me some dirt bike shorts too)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202917893455824706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDR6QgL1R0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/HltNxbd51M0/s320/Misc+pictures+2008+105.jpg" border="0" /&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/1047598328455867976-2344995534278558533?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2344995534278558533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2344995534278558533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2344995534278558533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2344995534278558533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-school-for-mamie.html' title='LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR MAMIE......'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SDRCiAL1RnI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TG_wZ660AdI/s72-c/Misc+pictures+2008+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-147835792227731567</id><published>2008-05-11T17:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:20:24.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY 2008 PART 2!!!!!</title><content type='html'>O.K. I have thought about this all day long now and I feel bad about saying some of the stuff that I said in my last post.  I am only human when I have those feelings.  It is that we as mothers never get a day off.  There are just things that mothers do that only mothers can do.  My sweet husband is building a flower bed for me right now.  Mamie, Nolan and Max (the dog) are all helping him do it.  I am thankful for every moment of being a mother and I am so thankful that God made this possible for me to be a mother.  I know some people that do not have this privilege and it hurts when I think that they we will never experience the kind of love from a child like I do.  The hugs in the morning, the tears that I try to mend or those four little words that I love to hear "I LOVE YOU MOMMY" and the list goes on and on.  Anyway, I did have a happy mother's day and again I will be able to do what I want to do tomorrow and not have to worry about anything until 1:45 p.m. or so.  That is the time when Ms. Mamie has informed me she wants me to pick her up from school.  I will do as she ask and I will also pick up Nolan (after nap of course) and spend the afternoon being a mom.  Those days are just so far and few when a mother works full time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-147835792227731567?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/147835792227731567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=147835792227731567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/147835792227731567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/147835792227731567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mother.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY 2008 PART 2!!!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-6297007119640846489</id><published>2008-05-11T13:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:20:50.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY 2008!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I kind of have to laugh at the term of "Mothers Day".  Why if it is mother's day, I got up made coffee, ironed the children's clothes for church, got one child ready for church and even took the dog out, which I might add I don't like doing and told husband this when SANTA brought it a year ago.  While all this was going on husband was still sleeping, got up played on the computer, drank a cup of coffee, took shower and at least got one child ready for church.  We went to church and it was a wonderful service, husband took us out to eat and now we are home watching girls softball let me add that I can't stand softball.  Again, I laugh at "MOTHER'S DAY".  Why are we doing everything husband wants to do.  Now husband gets a call from a friend that has a Harley Davidson motor cycle that is about to come over for HIM to ride today.  My "MOTHER'S DAY" will come tomorrow when I don't have to go to work and I GET TO DO WHAT I WANT TO DO with nobody here I have to watch after.  Does this mean on "FATHER'S DAY" mothers get to do what we want to do?  I really don't think that will happen.  Oh, well I am going to enjoy my day anyway, enough though if it means me still doing MOTHER things that have to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6297007119640846489?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6297007119640846489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6297007119640846489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6297007119640846489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6297007119640846489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY 2008!!!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7229734334136786786</id><published>2008-05-09T21:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:27:29.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT ME and OTHER THINGS!!</title><content type='html'>I didn't have too much to post, so I thought I would do a post about me.  So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am originally from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pascagoula&lt;/span&gt;, MS.  October 7, 1968 to Jim and Linda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Epting&lt;/span&gt;.  Lived in only two house, one on River Road and the other on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Westwood&lt;/span&gt;.  The house on River Road was right across from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pascagoula&lt;/span&gt; river.  We would go crabbing all the time.  I loved that house.  We moved to the one on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Westwood&lt;/span&gt; when I was in second grade.  I lived there until I moved to Jackson in 1989.  Mother and Dad have sold it due to the storm and they live up in the country now. They live in my grandparents house, my father's parents.  I don't like going back there that much anymore, just not home anymore.  Don't get me wrong I loving going to visit Mother and Dad, it is just kind of weird because it is a different set of memories that I hold at the "FARM HOUSE".  I still can see my grandfather stand waving to us as we are driving up the drive way and then my grandmother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hollering&lt;/span&gt; it is time for lunch better come now while it is still hot.  Plus, going horse back riding every chance we had and picking cherries from the cherry tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the baby of the family.  I have two older sisters one that lives in Oxford, MS and the other that lives in Monroe, LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I loved to go sailing.  I would take sailing lessons every summer and just loved it.  That and tennis.  I went home at Easter and was looking through some of my old stuff and came across a calender.  I forget what the year was, but I had to laugh, because I think by the time school was out for the summer until it started it in fall I was either sailing or playing in a tennis tournament.  Kind of funny how things change, you could not catch me on a small sail boat if it was the last thing on this earth to do.  A big boat yes, but not a small one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from the coast, you all might laugh at this, but I have never been on a shrimp boat before.  When I met Kyle he would call me shrimp picker.  I have tried to tell him that I have never been on a shrimp boat before and I don't think he believes me to this day.  My oldest sister dated a guy and they would go out the shrimp boats all the time.  She said it was always so neat to see what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nets&lt;/span&gt; would bring in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to drive.  I will drive of course because I have too, but I don't like to drive if I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sew.  I wish I had more time to do it though.  I have some cute fabric to make Mamie and Nolan some things.  I just don't seem to find the time to sit down and do it.  Maybe this week coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to take pictures.  This is something that in the last couple of years I have really loved to do.  Again, time!!!!  I wish I had time to go out and do it.  What I should do is take one weekend and do things that I like to do, but the sad part is if that happens then the things that need to be done wouldn't get done........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook. In my next house I will look for a very big kitchen on the floor plans.  You can only fit about 4 people in mine right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kept in touch with two of my best friends.  We have been friends since the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  We have been in each others weddings, kept up with each other through the years, cried on the phone to one another and just been there when you need your friends.  I have made tons of girls friends while living in Jackson and I will hopefully be friend with them until the day I die as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are only children.  I am sure you all wanted to know that.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest sister has a son with blond hair and blue eyes.  My middle sister has a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes and I have a little girl that has blond hair and blue eyes.  Weird thing is they all HAD curly, curly hair when they were younger.  Now their hair is straight.  Of course I can't live out Nolan, he has brown hair and big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked my little girls name out when I was in junior high and I dared anyone to use it.  She as many of you know is named after my grandmother.  God rest her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bad weather.  When I hear that we might have bad weather, I get all stressed out.  I don't know if others can see it in me, but I really get stressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a very bad car wreak years ago and still have nightmares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mother, a wife, a sister and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to garden.  I am not that good at it, but I like to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE so good seafood and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt;.  I could eat crawfish until I am blue in the face.  I have tried to do that before and couldn't sleep because I was so full from eating go much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kyle in Divorce Court.  Ha, Ha.  I was working at Hinds County Chancery Court and he was in Law School........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but I have to stop now and shut my eyes.  How boring is this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH TO ALL YOU MOTHERS THAT READ THIS:  HOPE  EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL MOTHER'S DAY SUNDAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7229734334136786786?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7229734334136786786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7229734334136786786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7229734334136786786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7229734334136786786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-me-and-other-things.html' title='ABOUT ME and OTHER THINGS!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-6615093777065482948</id><published>2008-05-03T08:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:10:16.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM, BANG AND HIGH WINDS</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if any of you are aware of what happen around 3:00 a.m. this morning, so let me recount what happen at my house and the funny part is NOBODY in my family, but me heard it.  It started out with high winds and then lighting like you wouldn't believe.  Thunder came right after the lighting like it was right inside with you.  I just knew that Mamie and Nolan would be running into the bed room and jump in bed with us.  I couldn't sleep, the first sound of high winds woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep until it was over.  Which I don't remember when that was, but I think it was around 5:00 this morning.  Kyle has just woken up so I asked him if he heard all the rain last night and he said "NO".  Then I asked Mamie if she heard the rain and she said "Oh, it rained."  We took Max out this morning and she was very surprised to see that it did indeed rain and said "well we don't have to water the flowers this morning".  I still can't believe nobody heard what I heard this morning.  I know one family that was up though.  The Young Family was, they have a big black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shepard&lt;/span&gt; that goes crazy when it starts raining, high windy, loud thundering and lighting and I am sure the the children were right there with the dog (in their bed). Anyway, I glad that it has turned out to be a wonderful day, so everyone get out and enjoy it.  That is our plans for the day, that and eating some crawfish!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-6615093777065482948?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/6615093777065482948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=6615093777065482948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6615093777065482948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/6615093777065482948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/05/boom-bang-and-high-winds.html' title='BOOM, BANG AND HIGH WINDS'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-9065576743471949048</id><published>2008-04-29T08:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:06:04.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING OH SO MUCH BETTER!!!</title><content type='html'>Mamie had to stay home yesterday because she had ran fever all day Sunday and Sunday night.  As many of you know you can't go to school until the fever has gone away for 24 hours.  We Ms. Mamie woke up yesterday in good spirits and feeling fine.  In fact she was bouncing off the walls.  She played outside, ran around with Max and laughed until she couldn't laugh any longer.  I was folding clothes and cleaning up a little and she wanted some music on.  So I turned on some music for her and this is what she came out with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBcm8dKBvjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P58gA-YvEzc/s1600-h/DSC00700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBcm8dKBvjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P58gA-YvEzc/s320/DSC00700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194663515255848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She was playing and singing her little heart out.  I am so glad that she is feeling better.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBcm8NKBviI/AAAAAAAAAJw/af2Z2pjeYNQ/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBcm8NKBviI/AAAAAAAAAJw/af2Z2pjeYNQ/s320/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194663510960881186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-9065576743471949048?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/9065576743471949048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=9065576743471949048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9065576743471949048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9065576743471949048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-oh-so-much-better.html' title='FEELING OH SO MUCH BETTER!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBcm8dKBvjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P58gA-YvEzc/s72-c/DSC00700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-9060776325240941942</id><published>2008-04-27T16:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:25:40.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRIP TO THE AFTER HOURS CLINIC...............</title><content type='html'>Well, as you can see from the post below Mamie hasn't been feeling well this weekend.  I finally got her to sleep last night and she woke up around 3:30 a.m. telling me her throat was hurting very bad.  She wasn't running anymore fever around that time either.  She again woke up around 6:00 burning up and saying her throat was hurting again.  You could tell something was wrong, just by the way she was talking, it was kind of brassy sounding.  I gave her some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt; and she went back to sleep, just to wake up again a couple of hours later running fever.  Well, we went to the after hour clinic and sure enough she has STREP.  The doctor said that they have had a ton of children coming through with strep this weekend.  We got the meds and she is on the right track to recovery.  I am amazed at one thing she is over there just playing, laughing and just having a ball.  You would never know that she is sick. I am only sad because she has to miss school tomorrow of course she is excited about staying home tomorrow. This child hasn't missed one day of school since she started last August. I am glad that tomorrow is a holiday for me and I don't have to use another day off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-9060776325240941942?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/9060776325240941942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=9060776325240941942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9060776325240941942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9060776325240941942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/mamie-has-strep.html' title='A TRIP TO THE AFTER HOURS CLINIC...............'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7802467986945734651</id><published>2008-04-26T21:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:18:18.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>101.0 and going up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBPteNKBveI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JDcnuy4bfgU/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBPteNKBveI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JDcnuy4bfgU/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193755898471890402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mamie woke up this morning saying that her head hurt, I didn't think too much about it.  She and Kyle were going to take Max to the vet for something and before she left she kept saying her head hurt, I told her to go brush her teeth and I would get her some ibuprofen.  I went to go get her some and I came back to find her crying saying that her head hurt.  After I gave it to her she went with her daddy.  They came back and she was doing fine. She never said anything about her head hurting again.  She did take a little nap, which is weird because she doesn't take naps that much anymore.  I never though anything about it, just thought she was being lazy today plus thought it was the ibuprofen kicking in.  We were about to leave to go to her end of the soccer season party and I gave her a hug and she felt a little hot, not real hot, just warm.  So I gave her some more ibuprofen.  We went to Pizza Inn and she was fine, laughing with all the other little girls and even ate a lot of pizza, cheese and black olives.  We had to run to Home Depot for something and she never said a word about how she was feeling.  We got home around 8:00 or so and she started crying saying that she couldn't bend over because her head hurt.  I told her to go lay down and I put a cold wash cloth on her head.  She kept saying that her head hurt.  I couldn't give her anything because I just gave her something around 4:00.  I have taken her temp about 6 times now and every time I have taken it, it goes up and she keeps saying that her head hurts.  This is the same thing that happen to Nolan last weekend.  He never said his head was hurting, but he was running fever Saturday and Sunday.  I hope my little girl is o.k.  I guess we will be at the after hours tomorrow, I hope not, but I am guessing that we will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7802467986945734651?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7802467986945734651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7802467986945734651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7802467986945734651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7802467986945734651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/101-and-counting.html' title='101.0 and going up'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SBPteNKBveI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JDcnuy4bfgU/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-1977507957646748051</id><published>2008-04-25T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:27:34.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Went to work today and even a date!</title><content type='html'>Well, I felt much better this morning so I decided that I would head off to work.  When I got to work I was worn out.  Here is just a run down of what I did this morning, I got up early took a shower, got Mamie ready for school, took her to school, came back picked up Nolan,  took him to daycare and was off to work.  I know why I got worn out now.   I left work around 3:30 picked up the children, came home gave them baths and then took them to Parents Night Out at Church.  Kyle and I had a nice dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Biaggi's&lt;/span&gt;, it was pretty good, it was just nice to sit down with Kyle and have a conversation without little ones running around.  We go to lunch a lot, but it is a little different having a nice dinner with your husband.  I guess at lunch we rush through and talk about work stuff and at dinner we have time to enjoy what we are eating and what each other is saying.  We got back to the church and all the children were on the play ground, they were all yelling, laughing and having a great time.  Nolan was sweating and running around and Mamie was about to fall asleep walking to the car.  It didn't take them long to fall asleep.  As you can see I had a full day today and I am worn out, but I can't sleep.  My body is telling me to go to sleep because I need to rest, but my mind I guess is not ready for that right now.  We have a full weekend as well ahead of us, cleaning house, soccer party and maybe a dirt bike race out-of-town.  I am off on Monday and I am looking forward to a little sewing.  I have some of the cutest fabric and I can't wait to start Mamie's dresses or shorts or a pair of pants.  I haven't made up my mind on what to make for her, but for Nolan it is all shorts.  I will have to take some pictures and show off my sewing.  It is not the best in the world, but it does hold up to a 5 1/2 year old little girl and a rough 2 1/2 year old boy.  Anyway, I guess I am off to bed to read or just play on the computer.  Hope you all have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-1977507957646748051?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/1977507957646748051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=1977507957646748051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1977507957646748051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1977507957646748051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-to-work-today-and-even-date.html' title='Went to work today and even a date!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7828588152371151912</id><published>2008-04-23T14:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:57:22.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on me</title><content type='html'>Everything went fine this morning.  I am just getting back and I am ready to get something to eat, take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and go to sleep.  The only part I hated was the needle for the IV, well the first sweet nurse stuck me twice in my right hand and of course my vain rolled, then she went and got another sweet nurse and she stuck me twice in my left hand.  OH, DID I TELL YOU I HATE NEEDLES.  I was trying so hard to be strong, but tears were running like a river down my cheeks.  The first nurse was so sweet, she got a wash cloth, a very cold one at that and washed my face off.  She gave me a kiss on the forehead and just kept saying "i am so sorry baby girl", made feel like my own mother was there.  Anyway, the second nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got the IV in and I felt much better.  I started getting a headache before I went back because I haven't eaten since 8:00 last night and with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; in the waiting area and all the laughing and cutting up in the holding area my head was pounding.  The first nurse was so nice she got me something for it and I went to sleep.  I don't remember anything after that.  So I am home now eating dry toast and ice feeling a little out of it, but doing fine.  I just told a friend that I am going to pass a law NO PERFUME in the waiting areas.  I don't understand that, why do you have to wear perfume when people don't feel so hot anyway and then they have to smell that stuff.  I wear perfume sometimes, but I do consider others when wearing because what I like, might not be something someone else likes.  JUST DON'T WEAR IT TO HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7828588152371151912?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7828588152371151912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7828588152371151912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7828588152371151912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7828588152371151912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-me.html' title='Update on me'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-3191598680361014977</id><published>2008-04-22T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:29:18.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY MINOR SURGERY</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning around 7:15 a.m. I will be heading to Baptist Hospital for VERY MINOR SURGERY which will take place around 8:00. I just need some prayers said around that time that everything goes smoothly. I know that it will, I am just one of those persons that worry about everything and anything. Long story short, my middle sister and I were in a very bad car wreak years ago and I was left with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt; in my head, hands and some on my legs. She walked out of it, but it was me that was in the hospital for about a week or so, with all kinds of surgeries on my hands and then months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; for my right hand to be normal again. I just wonder if she thinks about it as much as I do. I guess that is something I have never asked her. Something I don't really like to think about until it comes to when I have to go to a hospital for anything. I mean anything, even when I gave birth to both children.  I knew I was going to have the children, I just didn't like knowing I was going to a hospital.  I don't like hospitals, waiting areas in hospitals or anything having to do with hospitals. I don't like needles, IVs and anything having to do with things like that either. I just gave blood about a month or so ago because it was going to a little boy that needed it, I didn't have to think about it I just went a gave.  Kyle and I went to MS Blood Services and of course right when I got there I started getting nervous, but I did fine.  Funny thing is I was finished way before Kyle was and he started before me.  Anyway, I am sure I will be just fine tomorrow, no need to worry, because I have everyone beat in that department. Just say a little prayer for me around 8:00 tomorrow morning.  They say I am third up, so who knows when I will be done.  It is the waiting that is going to drive me crazy, plus no eating after midnight tonight.  Oh, well look out Kyle, no coffee for me in the morning........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3191598680361014977?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3191598680361014977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3191598680361014977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3191598680361014977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3191598680361014977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-minor-surgery.html' title='VERY MINOR SURGERY'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-9171566910376837851</id><published>2008-04-19T20:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:54:12.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what a wonderful day!!</title><content type='html'>We had such a wonderful day, I really hated to see it come to an end.  I had to go to Target this morning so Mamie and Nolan tagged along with me, while Kyle stayed in bed (lucky thing).  Then we loaded the truck up with the old rails from the deck to take to the dump.  O.K. let me tell you this, if you don't have to go to the dump please don't.  Kyle thought we were helping the garbage men out, but it would have cost us around $38.00 just to dump the stuff ourselves.  The guy at the gate was nice enough and didn't charge us this time.  Anyway, up to the dump site we go, well the closer we got the smell got worst, then it got even worst Nolan got sick all over himself.  I hate to say it I was kind of funny though he just got sick off of the smell.  O.K. I am not laughing because he got sick, I guess it is one of those things you had to be there.  Mamie just kept saying oh, momma it stinks, it stinks.  Now she is laying right beside me and just said "oh, momma I am never going back to that dump, poor little Nolan".  O.K. enough of the dump, after we got back we planted our flowers and started cleaning up the front and back yard.  Mamie helped, she would bring me the flowers she wanted to plant and then she would pile on the dirt.  Nolan just played around, he got a little worn out and Mamie helped him get in the swing, got him a pillow and beach towel and he almost went to sleep, but he didn't.  We stayed outside the entire day.  Mamie and I headed to the store to get something for dinner.  We got back to find Nolan asleep and Kyle sitting out back.  I didn't let Nolan sleep long because I knew if I did he wouldn't go to sleep until late tonight.  Kyle gave him a bath and we thought he would go straight back to sleep, but things aren't looking to good right now. Mamie and Nolan started a movie 101 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dalmatians&lt;/span&gt;.  Nolan came in the den and his little eyes were watering.  I didn't think anything of it just thought he was sleepy, he just kept whining, Kyle said "see if he has fever" and sure enough my little man has fever.  Mamie has fallen asleep watching her movie, my mother sent it to her and she has watched it about 10 times since last Friday.  She watched it twice last Saturday, once or twice Sunday and every day before going to school.  Then I think she watched it once or twice when she got home from school.  Well, we had a great day, just sad that Nolan is not feeling too well.  I am hoping that he is just worn out from a big day of playing.  I hope everyone stayed outside and enjoyed this wonderful day like we did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-9171566910376837851?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/9171566910376837851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=9171566910376837851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9171566910376837851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9171566910376837851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-what-wonderful-day.html' title='Oh, what a wonderful day!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3608370967444179340</id><published>2008-04-18T21:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:07:27.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No big new, just some pictures I wanted to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWZBKjbgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PAiUv7LwdZo/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWZBKjbgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PAiUv7LwdZo/s320/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775033330626050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamie getting her medal at the last soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night at the USA vs MSU girls soft ball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWaxKjbiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I9xCZeP4GiE/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWaxKjbiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/I9xCZeP4GiE/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775063395397154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWcBKjbjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eUwHQdQ5gi8/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWcBKjbjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eUwHQdQ5gi8/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775084870233650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS AMERICA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWaRKjbhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VRhSQKdMPIk/s1600-h/DSC00616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWaRKjbhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VRhSQKdMPIk/s320/DSC00616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190775054805462546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolan, the future racquetball player.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3608370967444179340?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3608370967444179340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3608370967444179340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3608370967444179340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3608370967444179340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-big-new-just-some-pictures-i-wanted.html' title='No big new, just some pictures I wanted to post'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/SAlWZBKjbgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PAiUv7LwdZo/s72-c/DSC00591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5008220698561900374</id><published>2008-04-03T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:15:00.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged......</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by April to play a "who are you?" game. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning. Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people, posts their ansmes, and then leaves a comment on their blogs, letting them know they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago I was 29 years old. I was working for Sentor Trent Lott in his Jackson, MS office as a Staff Assisant. I was planning and wedding that was taking place in Pascagoula, MS. Which was hard at times, but it turned out to be a wonderful wedding and day. Our "10 year" anniversary is coming up in May, but we have been together since 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. take children to school/daycare - check&lt;br /&gt;2. make tons of calls (work) - check&lt;br /&gt;3. do the target then - check&lt;br /&gt;4. pick up pictures at Walgreen's&lt;br /&gt;5. Clean house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. popcorn and d-coke&lt;br /&gt;2. ginger bread men from Anderson Bakery in Pascagoula&lt;br /&gt;3. carrots with hummus&lt;br /&gt;4. smoothies&lt;br /&gt;5. peanut m&amp;amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy some land and built the house that I want&lt;br /&gt;2. give to charity&lt;br /&gt;3. buy right out a new car&lt;br /&gt;4. pay off any debt that we might have&lt;br /&gt;5. put away for Mamie and Nolan's college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad habits:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. let people walk all over me&lt;br /&gt;2. don't listen when I should&lt;br /&gt;3. spend money when I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;4. eat way to much when we go out to eat&lt;br /&gt;5. let children stay up late on weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I have lived: I have only lived in 4 places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pascagoula, MS&lt;br /&gt;2. Raymond, MS&lt;br /&gt;3. Jackson, MS&lt;br /&gt;4. Ridgeland, MS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jackson County Chancery Court - High School&lt;br /&gt;2. Watkins &amp;amp; Eager Law Firm&lt;br /&gt;3. Hinds County Chancery Court&lt;br /&gt;4. Senator Trent Lott's Jackson Office&lt;br /&gt;5. Olde Tyme Commissary - Toy Store Manager - HATED IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Hinds County Chancery - Court Administrator's Office&lt;br /&gt;7. Mississippi Court of Appeals - LOVE IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people I want to know more about (a nice way of saying TAG):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jennifer Mayo&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cam&lt;br /&gt;3.  Anne&lt;br /&gt;and then whoever wants too......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5008220698561900374?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5008220698561900374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5008220698561900374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5008220698561900374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5008220698561900374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged......'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-2082337251191689231</id><published>2008-03-23T20:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:37:49.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER 2008..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cK8COArxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jtxgx-gm0lQ/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cK8COArxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jtxgx-gm0lQ/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181121922817109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started a long weekend off on Thursday.  We headed to Pascagoula to visit MeMom and Papaw Epting.  We got there very late, but the children stayed asleep through the night.  We woke up Friday with a full plate of activities that MeMom had planned for us. Mamie, MeMom and I dyed Easter eggs.  Nolan came in to see what we were doing and he dyed an egg or two before leaving with Papaw and Kyle to run some errands.  MeMom, Mamie and I went for a ride just to get out of the house and came back just in time for CRAWFISH!!!  After crawfish Mamie, Nolan and MeMom drove the golf cart.  I think they rode on it for about two to three hours.  They had so much fun.  You could hear them laughing and cutting up.  At one time I heard Mamie laughing saying she almost ran into a tree.  Max ran along side and even caught a ride.  Papaw and Klye put together some shelves for Papaw's office.  I just sat in the sun and enjoyed what was going on around me.  After putting the shelves together Papaw, Mamie, Nolan and I got in the golf cart again, and took Kyle to a trail to ride his dirt bike.  After a fun filled day we got ready to get some good seafood and then headed back to the house and all went sound asleep.  We woke up Saturday and headed to MeMaw and Pop Ainsworth's house in Wiggins.  There we had a wonderful meal with all Kyle's siblings.  We had such a wonderful day, we spent it outside all day long, and I mean all day long.  The smaller ones hunted eggs, and played until they couldn't play anymore.  Then Easter Sunday came and so did the Easter Bunny.  Nolan got a Buzz Light Year and some other small stuff and Mamie got a Friendshp Bracelet making kit and some small stuff as well.  We all got ready for Church and off we went.  All in all we had such a wonderful long weekend.  That is the first time in a long time that we actually got to go to Pascagoula and Wiggins for Easter.   Here are some pics from the weekend and yes I did get a picture of Kyle on his bike.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:  1) KYLE RIDING HIS BIKE&lt;br /&gt;              2) ALL THE COUSINS  IN WIGGINS&lt;br /&gt;          3) WHAT WE GOT FROM THE EASTER BUNNY&lt;br /&gt;             4) ON OUR WAY TO CHURCH- IT WAS VERY WINDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI8SOArtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bWeb45JpsWU/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI8SOArtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bWeb45JpsWU/s320/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181119728088821458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI8iOAruI/AAAAAAAAAH8/54dQOcLkatE/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI8iOAruI/AAAAAAAAAH8/54dQOcLkatE/s320/DSC00500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181119732383788770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI9iOArwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wq1byuunS5w/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI9iOArwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wq1byuunS5w/s320/DSC00515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181119749563657986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI9COArvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8KV-9adEB9U/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cI9COArvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8KV-9adEB9U/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181119740973723378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-2082337251191689231?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/2082337251191689231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=2082337251191689231&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2082337251191689231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/2082337251191689231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-2008.html' title='HAPPY EASTER 2008..'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R-cK8COArxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jtxgx-gm0lQ/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-3084572056955447651</id><published>2008-03-14T12:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:00:33.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the fun of it - My Man</title><content type='html'>1. Who is your man? Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been together? We have been married 10 years May 30th.  But started dating in 1992. So really 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date? 6 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? 39 he will be the BIG 40 in August!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? KYLE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first? ME, ME, ME.  I still say it first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? we both do. ha, ha, ha!!!!!!!!! we don't sing..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? I do, but Kyle folds and puts them away. He washes his dress shirts and dress pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the garbage? Kyle. I will not touch it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Well, if you are looking at the bed I do, but if you are laying down Kyle does. Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better with the computer? I guess I could say both of us are pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn? Kyle - I don't think he would let me do it. I know he can't wait until Nolan is old enough to do it though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner? me - I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together? Kyle. He hates for me to drive and I hate to drive.&lt;br /&gt;He calls me a grandma drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out? Kyle most of the time, but I do every once in awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is most stubborn? BOTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose parents do you see the most? His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first? It might have been me. I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out? I asked Kyle out, but he will say he asked me out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed? Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is more sensitive? ME - I will cry at the drop of a hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends? I think we both have about the same number of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? Kyle has 2 older brothers and 1 older sister and I have 2 older sisters. So to answer the question Kyle does........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DAY AND WEEKEND TO ALL THAT READS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3084572056955447651?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3084572056955447651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3084572056955447651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3084572056955447651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3084572056955447651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-for-fun-of-it-my-man.html' title='Just for the fun of it - My Man'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3275849330161705499</id><published>2008-03-12T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:10:32.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Ridgeland!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZmM6o_VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MH4qfUA2bXo/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZmM6o_VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MH4qfUA2bXo/s320/DSC00354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177056653243645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZm86o_WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vYldz_Dgae8/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZm86o_WI/AAAAAAAAAHc/vYldz_Dgae8/s320/DSC00358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177056666128547170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZns6o_XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PAX98bGGNMo/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZns6o_XI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PAX98bGGNMo/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177056679013449074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some pictures of Mamie, Nolan and Max playing in the snow last weekend.  Mamie woke us up at 6:30 Saturday morning to tell us that it had snowed.  She was so excited about it.  Nolan and Max didn't know what to think about it.  I caught Nolan tasting the snow from the table.  He said it was cold.....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Max is the dog if any of you didn't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3275849330161705499?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3275849330161705499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3275849330161705499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3275849330161705499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3275849330161705499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow-in-ridgeland.html' title='Snow in Ridgeland!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iZmM6o_VI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MH4qfUA2bXo/s72-c/DSC00354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4628718607238594089</id><published>2008-03-12T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:12:42.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post!!</title><content type='html'>I don't have that much to say, just thought I would post some pics I have taken over the last couple of weeks.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVjc6o_QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Kd3jh91ai24/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVjc6o_QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Kd3jh91ai24/s320/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052207952493826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Doughnuts with daddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVkM6o_RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/x-T3dquQIyg/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVkM6o_RI/AAAAAAAAAG0/x-T3dquQIyg/s320/DSC00316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052220837395730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Boy this looks good.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVk86o_SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f0cPimHbj2A/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVk86o_SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/f0cPimHbj2A/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052233722297634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We know how to wash a car!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVmM6o_TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JpbisHqjvPM/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVmM6o_TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JpbisHqjvPM/s320/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052255197134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    I am sooooo sleepy.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVm86o_UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FUd4XyWwoGI/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVm86o_UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FUd4XyWwoGI/s320/DSC00343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177052268082036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Judge Carlton came to read to my class 3/3/08 for read across America week.  She read one of my favorite books "Pinkalicious"  (this is mommy's new boss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4628718607238594089?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4628718607238594089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4628718607238594089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4628718607238594089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4628718607238594089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R9iVjc6o_QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Kd3jh91ai24/s72-c/DSC00315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4883883746183187877</id><published>2008-02-28T20:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:15:14.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKE EAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8d5QFMnDbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ptlKgohp1UA/s1600-h/upward+%26+soccer+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8d5QFMnDbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ptlKgohp1UA/s320/upward+%26+soccer+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172236014238240178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Sunday night Nolan came in the den and told us that his ear was broke.  We just kind of blew it off because he was not acting any differen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t than he normally does.  Kyle finally got him to sleep around 10:30 or so, but around 12:00 or so he came in our room just crying saying his ear broke.   Well, we found some ear drops and put one or two drops in his ear.  He ended up falling  asleep after singing (i can't sing) his favorite song "A B C D" sleeping off and on during the night.  He would get up crying and saying "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mommy my ear broke, fix it."  I felt so bad because I didn't know how to fix a broken ear.  I talked to him and read him a book and then he would fall asleep again, just to wake up in about another 30 mins saying "that his ear was broke fix it."  I would ask him what he wanted me to sing (remember I can't sing) and he would say "A B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; C song please" and read the same book over and over again.  Once again, he would fall asleep.  Well, Monday morning rolled around and he told Mamie that he was going to Dr. Pan (doctor's name is really Payne) so that he could fix his broke ear.  I called the doctor's office and got an appointment at 9:00 with Dr. Delaney.  Nolan couldn't understand why we were not going to see Dr. Pan for his broke ear.  I tried very hard to explain to him that Dr. Pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ne couldn't see us today and that Dr. Delaney would fix his broke ear.  Well, I am sorry, how can you explain to a 2 1/2 year old that he wasn't going to see his doctor.  He just kept on and on about why we couldn't see Dr. Pan.  We got to the doctor's office and they call him back, he went straight for the scales and stood on it until the nurse told him to get off.  I can't believe it he is 34 lbs.  The way he has been eating I was thinking it should be more.  Well, Dr. Delaney came in and she asked him what was wrong and he said "I have broke ear."  Dr. Delaney just smiled.  She ask him if she could look in his ear and he said "no Dr. Pan can."  She just laughed.  Anyway, sure enough he has an ear infection.  She gave us some meds and off we went.  When we were going to the car he said "where Dr. Pan?"  This went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on for about 30 mins.  It was kind of funny, I know this is just one of things that you just had to be there, but I had to share the story about Nolan's broke ear.  I just felt so helpless Sunday night that I couldn't fix his broke ear, I did all that I could, I held him, read to him and sang "A B C D."  You know looking back on Sunday night I wouldn't change one thing.  I didn't get much sleep, well we both didn't get much sleep, but that is o.k.&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/1047598328455867976-4883883746183187877?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4883883746183187877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4883883746183187877&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4883883746183187877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4883883746183187877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/broken-ear.html' title='BROKE EAR'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8d5QFMnDbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ptlKgohp1UA/s72-c/upward+%26+soccer+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4658357497621713845</id><published>2008-02-27T21:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:02:58.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEER COMES TO AN END - SOCCER BEGINS</title><content type='html'>Well, upward cheering has come to an end for this season.  Mamie had so much fun cheering at the games and also attending the cheer practices.  At the end of the season the church has an awards ceremony.  All the cheer leaders did a little dance and just had a wonderful time.  There was a program at 4:00 p.m. and again at 7:00 p.m. all the cheer leaders had to do the dance at both awards ceremony.  At the second ceremony the younger girls were having so much fun, I really hated to see the season and night come to an end.  Mamie says she will cheer next year because she had so much fun this year.  Soccer has now started and Mamie played her first game last Saturday morning.  It was a little windy, but that didn't stop her from running her little heart out.  I think she is going to enjoy soccer.  Let me explain the last picture of Nolan.  He was playing with his football before the game and it landed in the soccer net.  Well, he went after it and he got all caught up in the net.  When he thought he could get out of the net, he would fall right back down and try to get back up again, just to get caught up in the net once more.  He had fun though running around playing and watching "sissy" play ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8Yu-vdtckI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WACpE3joiyU/s1600-h/upward+%26+soccer+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8Yu-vdtckI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WACpE3joiyU/s320/upward+%26+soccer+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171872877509440066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Tyler and Mamie at the awards night for upward basketball and cheer leading.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8Yu_fdtclI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DJRpxvx71Ok/s1600-h/upward+%26+soccer+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8Yu_fdtclI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DJRpxvx71Ok/s320/upward+%26+soccer+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171872890394341970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                          Mamie playing her first soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8YvAPdtcmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tO3YdcjIyvQ/s1600-h/upward+%26+soccer+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8YvAPdtcmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tO3YdcjIyvQ/s320/upward+%26+soccer+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171872903279243874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                Nolan getting caught up in the soccer net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4658357497621713845?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4658357497621713845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4658357497621713845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4658357497621713845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4658357497621713845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheer-comes-to-end-soccer-starts.html' title='CHEER COMES TO AN END - SOCCER BEGINS'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R8Yu-vdtckI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WACpE3joiyU/s72-c/upward+%26+soccer+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-97235145036188299</id><published>2008-02-14T21:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:41:06.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing yourself and a little coloring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I posted not long ago that Mamie is just now starting to want to dress herself.  Well, Monday morning I laid out her clothes and she was o.k. with what I chose for her.  Then came Tuesday, once again I laid out her clothes for her and she went through the roof.  It was a very cute pair of pants (that I made) and a cute t-shirt.  No big deal right, well to get her to stop crying I told her she could wear whatever she wanted to on Wednesday. So yesterday morning when she woke up she said, "remember you told me I could pick out what I wanted to wear".  I said "yes I remember, just pick something warm it is cold outside".  Well, here comes Ms. Mamie all proud of what she had found to put on.  She worn tourquoise legging, a white summer dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at first with a yellow long sleeve t-shirt, but we found the white one right before we were lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ving for school and her brown and blue shoes.  I told her she had to wear a coat and she came out in her brown pull over.  But boy was she so proud she did everything herself.  So here is a picture of my little fashion designer. You got to love it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R7UIafdtciI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DhHNBqvM_Ls/s1600-h/dressing+yourself+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R7UIafdtciI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DhHNBqvM_Ls/s320/dressing+yourself+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167045398693245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it was back in October I was reading the Parent/Kids magazine and they were having a coloring contest.  Mamie loves to color, so I ran off a copy of the turkey you were to color.  So she sat down right when I gave it to her and colored it and I sent it in.  Well, November came and went, December came and went, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't hear from the magazine.  To be totally honest, I had forgotten all about it until yesterday. There was a letter addressed to Ms. Mamie Ainsworth it was from Parent/Kids magazine saying that she had won, best coloring for her age and best creative for her coloring.  She received a $15.00 gift certificate to Sal &amp;amp; Mookies Pizza and Ice Cream place.  I am so proud of my little girl. I am finding out every day that she is growing up so fast.  Check out her turkey and yes she colored all by herself, I did not help her at all........  So watch out fashion and art world here comes Mamie...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R7ULSfdtcjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2G0_Koz3dS4/s1600-h/dressing+yourself+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R7ULSfdtcjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2G0_Koz3dS4/s320/dressing+yourself+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167048559789175346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-97235145036188299?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/97235145036188299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=97235145036188299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/97235145036188299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/97235145036188299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/dressing-yourself.html' title='Dressing yourself and a little coloring'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R7UIafdtciI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DhHNBqvM_Ls/s72-c/dressing+yourself+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5558771269654178300</id><published>2008-02-14T20:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:57:11.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO EVERYONE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me start off by saying I have never been a very big fan of Valentine's day.  I don't have a very good reason, I just don't think it is a big deal.   Anyway,  I hope you all enjoyed your day and your evening.  Valentine's day started off well in the Ainsworth house.  I woke Mamie up telling her that the Valentine fairy came and boy she woke right up and ran into my room.  We went to see "Annie" last week and I bought her the dvd.  She had to watch it right then, not later but right now.  I also got her this cute babydoll dress that she can wear in the spring with some pink leggings.  You all maybe wondering why I didn't say I woke  Nolan up for the Valentine fairy.  Well, he has been in Wiggins since Sunday.  I think the first night without us threw him for a loop, but from what I hear from our daily updates, he has been having the time of his life.  The Ainsworths bring him back up tomorrow.  I talked with him today and he sounds so grown up.  Since I haven't seen him in a week I am sure that he will look all grown up as well.  I can't wait until I hug that little thing.  O.K. getting back to my day, Kyle came to get me for lunch.  It is always the same question, well where do you want to go today?  We go to lunch a lot together, I view this is our date day.  This is about the only way we really talk.  So I told him I really don't care.  He said a couple of places and I just said I really don't care, let's just go somewhere.  We drove to Que Sera.  No parking places.  We then drove to Old Capitol Inn, NO PARKING PLACES.  By that time we had wasted about 30 to 40 mins looking for a place to eat.  We needed up at The Marriott downtown for a hot lunch.  I got the soup and salad and Kyle ate the hot veggies.  I will say this, it turned out to be a very nice lunch date.  He drove me back to work and then it was off to get Ms. Mamie.  We went to Kroger and it was packed, picked a couple of things up and headed home.  I was going to cook something, but I didn't feel like cooking, so Kyle stopped and got Popeye's FRIED CHICKEN...  We cleaned house, gave Mamie a bath and washed some clothes, boy how romantic can you get.  I am very thankful though for meeting Kyle.  I say this all the time, but if he would have never walked into my life when he did, I don't know where I would be right now.  He is such wonderful person, wonderful father and most of all a wonderful husband.  There is not a day that goes by that I don't tell him I love him and that I am thankful for him walking into my life.......  So why is there ONE day out of the year that people show that special someone that you love them?  Why not do it all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1047598328455867976-5558771269654178300?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5558771269654178300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5558771269654178300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5558771269654178300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5558771269654178300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-to-everyone.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINE&apos;S DAY TO EVERYONE..'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-4189177915495383622</id><published>2008-02-11T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:16:29.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEZ AMI CATALOG SELL</title><content type='html'>I have decided to do a catalog sell this time.  Just go to www.chezami.com and pick out what you want leave me a comment and I will get back to you.  So go find something cute and contact me with your find...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4189177915495383622?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4189177915495383622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4189177915495383622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4189177915495383622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4189177915495383622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/chez-ami-catalog-sell.html' title='CHEZ AMI CATALOG SELL'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-9010032458154549172</id><published>2008-02-10T18:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:27:21.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheering, Soccer, Camping and Squirrel Hunting, oh my..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As you can tell by the title this weekend was full.  Saturday Mamie had upward cheering and soccer practice back to back.  Then we drove down to Wiggins to drop Nolan off for the week.  Yes, I said for the week.  I didn't get soccer pics, because I didn't go, I had to come home to pack everyone.  Oh, yea we also had spend the night guest on Friday night......  Kyle's family has an old deer camp we all have help fix it up so we now have a place to go on the weekends just to get away from it all.  Kyle's family came out and ate with us Saturday night by the fire and we roasted marshmellows afterwards.  Kyle and Mamie went squ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;irrel hunting late Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning.  Nolan wanted to go so bad, so I walked with him through the woods with his "gun" to hunt something.  We didn't see a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;nyth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ing, which was fine with me, but we had fun just looking at tracks in the dirt and picking up s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;icks.  Oh, Kyle also had to bring his dirt bike just because.  No pics of that either..  Sorry.  I will have to take some pictures of Kyle on his dirt bike just so you can see that he really has one.  I am hoping everyone had a wonderful weekend like we did.  You can't ask for anything better than sun shine and family.  Enjoy the pictures from our weekend.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fk_dtcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZqJBJUtZ1TE/s1600-h/hunting+with+dad+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fk_dtcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZqJBJUtZ1TE/s320/hunting+with+dad+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165522755477402066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                 Poor Nolan, these girls really made him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fl_dtceI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PTA2aiwHle0/s1600-h/hunting+with+dad+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fl_dtceI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PTA2aiwHle0/s320/hunting+with+dad+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165522772657271266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                What happy little cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fmPdtcfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hcITozWGqtY/s1600-h/hunting+with+dad+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fmPdtcfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hcITozWGqtY/s320/hunting+with+dad+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165522776952238578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       Marshmellows anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fm_dtcgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eJwcrG7QgLQ/s1600-h/hunting+with+dad+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fm_dtcgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eJwcrG7QgLQ/s320/hunting+with+dad+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165522789837140482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                         Off to the woods we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fnPdtchI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gFK083oumvg/s1600-h/hunting+with+dad+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fnPdtchI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gFK083oumvg/s320/hunting+with+dad+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165522794132107794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       I think I hear something!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-9010032458154549172?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/9010032458154549172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=9010032458154549172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9010032458154549172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/9010032458154549172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheering-soccer-camping-and-squirrel.html' title='Cheering, Soccer, Camping and Squirrel Hunting, oh my..'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R6-fk_dtcdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZqJBJUtZ1TE/s72-c/hunting+with+dad+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-7658164518209049797</id><published>2008-01-30T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:10:15.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are some of the things I was thinking about driving into work the other day.   This is not a test and you don't win anything if you answer the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when you are in a hurry you get behind everyone that just decided to drive slow that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when it rains people think they are suppose to drive very fast and crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people in fancy cars act like you are to get out of their way when they are blowing past you like you are sitting still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a dog go around and around before he sits down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people talk in their sleep or sleep walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when you are just so sleepy you still can't fall asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you teach your children not to talk to strangers, but strangers talk them standing in a grocery check out line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you can get to work on time, but you can't make it to church on time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you flip and flip through the channels to find something to watch and there is nothing on, but you still keep flipping?  Like something new is going to come on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you can make a wal-mart run and get home to find out you just ran out of something that you really need and didn't know you needed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you make a grocery list and you don't stick to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why or How is it the longer you are married to your partner you start to look like that person?  This does happen.  My parents look alike (50 years next year) and so does Kyle's parents (52 years this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I think about these things the other day?  Heck, I don't know I was just in my own little world.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7658164518209049797?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7658164518209049797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7658164518209049797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7658164518209049797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7658164518209049797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-3185454951135384305</id><published>2008-01-27T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:26:19.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A VISIT FROM AUNT JAN AND KRISTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R509mbR68JI/AAAAAAAAADY/tZ_uPHpN7b4/s1600-h/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R509mbR68JI/AAAAAAAAADY/tZ_uPHpN7b4/s320/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160348478403702930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had a very nice visit with Kristi and Aunt Jan (Kyle's sister) this weekend.  Kristi came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Friday night (from MSU) and Aunt Jan drove up from Wiggins Saturday to visit with Kristi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then go with us to Mamie's upward basketball game.  Nolan was not in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R50-e7R68LI/AAAAAAAAADo/e-3p2ac7OgE/s1600-h/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R50-e7R68LI/AAAAAAAAADo/e-3p2ac7OgE/s320/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160349449066311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the picture taking mood.  This was about the only picture that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R50-ebR68KI/AAAAAAAAADg/tIDZK_SKUN0/s1600-h/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R50-ebR68KI/AAAAAAAAADg/tIDZK_SKUN0/s320/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160349440476377250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday we woke up and went to Sunday School and Churc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h.  It tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rned out to be such a beautiful day.  The sun was out in full force.  After rest time we headed to the park for a little sliding and swinging.  We then headed to Academy Sports to get Mamie some shin guards for soccer.  Nolan of course had to get a football.  This means we have a total of three footballs.  I am sure we will be getting more footballs as the days, weeks and years come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O.K. I just want everyone to know that I did not dress Mamie or Nolan after chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rch.  Mamie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted to dress herself and Nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so I let her do whatever she wanted to do.  She has on a summer skort, leggings that don't match, her school t-shirt and a white jacket, oh and let's don't forget her blue and brown shoes with socks.  She thought she looked so cute. Nolan has on green sweat pants (that are too small) a blue t-shirt with baseballs/bats/gloves on it and a white jacket, just like "Sissy's".     He wanted to wear this shirt to church but of course we didn't let him.  So we told him he could put it on when we got back.  So right when we walked in the back door he got Mamie to help him put it on.  Watch out fashion world Mamie is going to be the next top fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R51GfbR68MI/AAAAAAAAADw/zUu9RjngGmQ/s1600-h/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R51GfbR68MI/AAAAAAAAADw/zUu9RjngGmQ/s320/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358253749268674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have noticed both of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R51HRbR68NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mEmPSXuvl3g/s1600-h/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R51HRbR68NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mEmPSXuvl3g/s320/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359112742727890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have grown up so much.  Mamie wants to do everything herself and Nolan wants to try and do everything himself because he sees "sissy" doing things by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-3185454951135384305?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/3185454951135384305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=3185454951135384305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3185454951135384305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/3185454951135384305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/visit-from-aunt-jan-and-kristi.html' title='A VISIT FROM AUNT JAN AND KRISTI'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R509mbR68JI/AAAAAAAAADY/tZ_uPHpN7b4/s72-c/mamie,kristi,jan+%26+nolan+12-26-08+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-5946847728787946783</id><published>2008-01-25T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:01:58.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little cheerleader and football player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R5qmnbR675I/AAAAAAAAABE/2GfVJYjL_Wk/s1600-h/misc+pics+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R5qmnbR675I/AAAAAAAAABE/2GfVJYjL_Wk/s320/misc+pics+284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159619519374356370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R5qyQrR67_I/AAAAAAAAACA/eoubFZ1dz2k/s1600-h/misc+pics+238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SczfQtgT-NA/R5qyQrR67_I/AAAAAAAAACA/eoubFZ1dz2k/s320/misc+pics+238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159632322671865842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WELL I HAVE FINALLY FOUND OUT HOW TO POST PICTURES.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My sweet, wonderful, smart niece is here from that other college(msu) for the night and is helping me with my blog.  Thanks KRISTI!!!!!  I also have to thank Jennifer as well.  She tells me how to do it, but Kristi is sitting here figuring it out with me........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamie as you can see is our little cheerleader.  She is having so much fun cheering.  Tomorrow is her third game and she is the head cheerleader along with Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nolan at Christmas, he is our little football player.  He wants to wear his jersey all the time.  I do know that he wears it at least twice a week.  Yes, I do wash it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So get ready and watch for pictures...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-5946847728787946783?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/5946847728787946783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=5946847728787946783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5946847728787946783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/5946847728787946783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-cheerleader-2008.html' title='My little cheerleader and football player'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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/_SczfQtgT-NA/R5qmnbR675I/AAAAAAAAABE/2GfVJYjL_Wk/s72-c/misc+pics+284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047598328455867976.post-4906234389798573060</id><published>2008-01-24T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:05:07.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMPKIN SPICE - COFFEE MATE</title><content type='html'>I had to stay home today because Nolan is sick, we had to take him to the doctor yesterday and he has strep.  He is doing fine, but we had to keep him home today, he will return to daycare tomorrow.  I took Mamie to school this morning and made a run to the store to pick up some stuff before Kyle had to go to work.  I needed to get some coffee creamer and I just love the pumpkin spice one.  They only put it out around the holidays and after the holidays you can't find it.  I think they need to make it year round.  This is the only creamer I have found that I just love....................  Well, I came across a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bargain it was the smaller bottle, they were marked down to get this, .49 cents a bottle.  I was very happy about my find.  I bought all they had three small bottles, but they don't expire until March.  I guess when I run out of these I will just have find something else to spice up my coffee in the mornings.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-4906234389798573060?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/4906234389798573060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=4906234389798573060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4906234389798573060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/4906234389798573060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/pumpkin-spice-coffee-mate.html' title='PUMPKIN SPICE - COFFEE MATE'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-7552683339546161143</id><published>2008-01-21T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:52:58.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CLEANING THE HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>I hate to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negative, but I have to get something off my chest.  I had the week of Christmas off and I wanted to clean the house.  You know throw stuff away and just do that deep cleaning.  Well, I only had one good day of that and the other couple of days were spent with children (which was nice), but I didn't get any good cleaning done.  Well, we had people over for New Years Eve and I cleaned that day as well.  Kyle was home to help me, but I did most of the cleaning.  I had today off (MLK day) and yes I cleaned my house up once again.  I am SO SICK OF CLEANING A HOUSE ON MY DAYS OFF I COULD SHOUT TO THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN, if I knew it would help I would do it.  The thing that makes me most upset is I clean, clean, clean and clean some more and you can't even tell I have done anything.  Have you ever felt that way?  I have a couple of days off in February and guess what???? I AM NOT GOING TO CLEAN MY HOUSE.  I say that now, but watch I will have to clean something on my days off.   I am going to do what I want to do.  Mamie is going to school and after school care, and Nolan will be going to daycare.  I might sleep late, stay in my pj's all day or just do whatever I want to do on a day off.  I WILL NOT CLEAN THAT DAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that felt good to get off my chest.  I know I will be able to sleep better tonight.  Goodnight to everyone and HAPPY CLEANING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-7552683339546161143?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/7552683339546161143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=7552683339546161143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7552683339546161143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/7552683339546161143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/cleaning-house.html' title='CLEANING THE HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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-1047598328455867976.post-1400365187659523741</id><published>2008-01-20T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:36:37.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING SOMEONE</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many times I have started this blog titled "Missing Someone", but I never seem to get through it, but this time I am going to try my hardest to do it.  I lost my grandmother two years ago.  This person was my rock, my friend and more than anything in this world to me.  We would talk for hours about anything, school, clothes, friends, boys, clubs that I was apart of in school and anything else that we wanted too.  She was a wonderful person inside and out.  She taught me how to sew, she taught me to be a young lady, she taught me everything and I miss that more than anything.  We were going home for Christmas this past year and I was very still and quite.  Kyle ask me what was wrong I said "have you ever missed someone so much that it makes your body hurt."  He knew who I was talking about.  It is like that every time we start to head home.  I start thinking about her, everything she did for me and how I will never see this wonderful person again.  She died the week after the big storm hit the coast.  She didn't die from the storm, she died of old age.  In fact she was 92 or 93 when she passed away.  Anyway, I miss this person so much.  Not a day goes by that I don't think about her and I know that she is looking down on me smiling and watching over me.  I sometimes feel that she is sitting right beside me touching me on the shoulder or on my cheek.  I am not crazy I truly believe this.  I remember when I was younger I told her that when and if I get married and have a child and that child just happens to be a girl I was going to name her after her.  She started laughing and said "oh, please honey don't do that to that child".  I asked her why and she just laughed.  Well, when Kyle and I started dating and talking about getting married and having children I asked him about the name I have always wanted to name my child.  Well he said that was fine.  When we found out that we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't wait to tell her.  She was so excited.   When we found out we were having a girl, I couldn't wait to call her and let her know that it was a girl and what we were going to name it.  At first we were not going to tell anyone, but I had to tell her so Kyle and I agreed that she would be the only one to know our babies name.  So when I called her I said "well we are having a girl and her name is going to be "MAMIE",  she almost fell out.  She said "oh please don't do that to that child".  I told her, well we are naming her Mamie and there is nothing you can do about it.  I got a wonderful gift this past Christmas, I got a part of grandmother Mamie that I will have forever and ever and maybe just maybe one day my Mamie will get to wear it every day just like I do.   Well, I could go on forever and ever about grandmother Mamie, but I need to stop now, my eyes are burning from the tears that are streaming out.  So, I guess I could say that I am glad that I miss her so much that my body hurts, this just means I haven't forgot about this very special person that is now looking down on me and my family every day.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047598328455867976-1400365187659523741?l=mamienolan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/feeds/1400365187659523741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047598328455867976&amp;postID=1400365187659523741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1400365187659523741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047598328455867976/posts/default/1400365187659523741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamienolan.blogspot.com/2008/01/missing-someone.html' title='MISSING SOMEONE'/><author><name>The Ainsworth Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15012325336665681702</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></feed>
