<?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-5070926090042185232</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:00:39.379-05:00</updated><category term='canned salsa'/><category term='Canyon Lake'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Margie'/><category term='GiGi'/><category term='Papa Jay'/><category term='hurricane'/><category term='Halloween Carnival'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Angie'/><category term='family'/><category term='hunting'/><title type='text'>For You Conner!</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is to capture pictures, fun stories, and memories of Conner.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-4169256415553555587</id><published>2009-06-09T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:11:21.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up?</title><content type='html'>Wow, so much has been going on I just don't know where to start.  I have a million things I want to blog about however my camera is never with me to upload pictures when I find the time to blog and I hate posting without pictures.  Oh well, pictures coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May was a very busy, but incredibly fun month!  With all the birthday's, Mother's Day, and trips we have some very special memories I will forever cherish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Sister Natalie's birthday, my Grandpa's birthday, my birthday and Mother's Day all falling on the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; we always have a lot to celebrate.  This year Mom and Dad rented out the Wine Room at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Papadauex&lt;/span&gt; and we had a fabulous time together.  My Grandmother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daphine&lt;/span&gt; (my Dad's Mom...she never wanted to be called Grandma or any silly name) left me her beloved diamond ring.  I have worn it a couple of times over the years and finally decided I wanted to do something with the diamond so that I could wear it daily.  My Mom designed the most beautiful ring and she and Dad gave it to me on my birthday.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love it and know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Daphine&lt;/span&gt; would be proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Conner's Nanny Alicia took him to Target to pick out my gift.  Conner decided I needed a snow cone machine and labored over the flavor I would like best.  It was so incredibly awesome to see my proud little man present me with this gift.  Conner's Dad and I always take Conner to get gifts for the other parent as well and he picked out a &lt;a href="http://www.keurig.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kuerig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coffee maker and I dearly love it.  The best part is that Conner makes me a cup most mornings and brings me coffee in bed.  My Son can be such a sweetheart when he wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BMC&lt;/span&gt; gave me 4 Diamond Seat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Astros&lt;/span&gt; tickets for Mother's Day.  I brought my Dad, Conner and Zach (Conner's 1/2 brother).  We were seated in the first row behind home plate and were able to get some autographs.  It was so awesome to see how close Conner and Zach are.  The two of them together are hysterical.  Conner looks up to Zach and their relationship makes me incredibly happy.  I have some great pictures to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BMC&lt;/span&gt; also treated me and a guest to a vacation in &lt;a href="http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/KapaluaMaui/Default.htm"&gt;Maui, Hawaii at the Ritz Carlton&lt;/a&gt;!!!  I brought my Mom and we had a fabulous time.  We were princesses for 6 days with room service, entertainment, massages, facials, body scrubs, etc.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, reality was waiting for us back at home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Conner, Dad and I are headed to California.  We're staying &lt;a href="http://www.lacosta.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and are going to Lego Land, The San Diego Zoo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Knottsberry&lt;/span&gt; Farm and who knows where else.  We will also meet up with my aunt, uncle and cousins who live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Laguna&lt;/span&gt; Beach.  Conner's excited to finally go to "a real beach!"  I'm excited to have a few days off work and have the opportunity to spend time with just Conner and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dad, he spent the night last night and taught Conner a new game called "Left, Right, and Center."  We had so much fun playing with "real money" and plan to continue our world championship on our vacation.  I can't wait for Angie to learn it as she's a horrible loser!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie and her boyfriend Chris were confirmed into the Catholic church last weekend and we finally got the two families together afterwards for a wonderful dinner.  Our families were like 2 peas in a pod.   I look forward to spending more time with them and getting to know the Avery clan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie has finished teaching for the year and looking forward to a restful summer!  I must say I'm envious.  I'm hoping she'll be able to join Conner and his nanny for some fun times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, last week our friend John had a heart attack at age 39.  I met John and his wife Holly through my Dad about 6 years ago.  He's the picture of perfect health, works out daily, and is a coach at Spring Branch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Elementary&lt;/span&gt; School.  He's still in critical condition and we pray for his recovery.  The family has started a blog which can be accessed by clicking &lt;a href="http://johndharris.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile and precious with very little certainties.  Things can change in an instant.  I'm so fortunate to have a wonderful and close family and amazing friends to call on.  I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-4169256415553555587?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/4169256415553555587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=4169256415553555587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/4169256415553555587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/4169256415553555587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2009/06/whats-up.html' title='What&apos;s Up?'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-6959229945049291343</id><published>2009-03-20T07:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:56:42.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Comin....</title><content type='html'>It sucks that I'm starting out every post with, "I can't believe it's been so long since I've written anything."  Seriously like 3 times a week I have something I want to put on this blog but it obviously doesn't happen like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Conner finally got his bothersome tooth pulled.  We've been dealing with this for oh about 6 months now.  Countless appointments and 4 dentists later, the dang thing is out.  He was put under General Anesthesia yesterday to do it, but it's done.  I swear I have the sweetest, most loving child when he's coming out of surgery.  Although yesterday sucked, it reminded me of countless memories of the early years; some good and some not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got to his appointment a little bit early and it was right across the street from where his Dad and I got married, we got out and walked around.  Conner got to see the Gazebo we were married in, and he pretend to walk me down the isle like my Dad (his Papa Jay) was to where his brother and dad where waiting (at the actual wedding of course).  He enjoyed seeing the place, walking around the bridges, and all that.  I promised to show him pictures, I just have to find them now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he woke up and immediately woke me up to go see if the tooth fairy came.  Well she did and she took Conner's tooth.  I told him I wished he would have written her a letter so that I could have kept the little tooth that was still in the surgical bag.  His response "Thank God that lady took my tooth because you would have had to put it on that stupid blog and keep it with all my other weird stuff you save."  I reminded Conner I didn't have the blog anymore and he said "Mom, I'm not stupid."  So whatever family member told him I still have this thing up needs to keep his/her mouth shut.  I'm sure I have a few secrets on you!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're headed off &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;the lake house this weekend and are going to Sea World.  I hate that my job does not allow me to take off during this time of year but hey, at least I'm employed and we have the summer to take a real vacation or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now.  I still need to post about the rodeo with The Jonas Brothers, update everyone on Marley, the nanny situation and everything else going on in our life.  Hope you are all doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-6959229945049291343?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6959229945049291343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=6959229945049291343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6959229945049291343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6959229945049291343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-comin.html' title='A Long Time Comin....'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-7008056138267956173</id><published>2009-02-03T11:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:38:22.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tick</title><content type='html'>So here are the pictures of the tick.  You can barely see it on his cheek in this first picture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYh_PM3QcqI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-L4wPQXqTY/s1600-h/tick+on+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298624860729143970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYh_PM3QcqI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-L4wPQXqTY/s320/tick+on+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redi&lt;/span&gt; Clinic with the Doc removing it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298625129683846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYh_e2zDhFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/wXqqNuFMBhQ/s320/tic+nurse.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Here she is.....Still alive!  YUK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298625460130831154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYh_yFzwWzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/o1OeRT6_Ulk/s320/conner+looking+at+tic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No worries though, it did not live long and is now safely tucked away in a little baggie with his ear tubes and umbilical cord.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-7008056138267956173?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7008056138267956173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=7008056138267956173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7008056138267956173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7008056138267956173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2009/02/tick.html' title='The Tick'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYh_PM3QcqI/AAAAAAAAAME/1-L4wPQXqTY/s72-c/tick+on+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-3286718860526633043</id><published>2009-01-22T08:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:26:18.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update- Meet Marley</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since the deer hunt. The next morning I found a tick on Conner's face and had to take him to one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Clinics to have it taken out. Of course I took pictures but don't have them with me right now to post. I also asked the nurse to put the tick in a baggie for me so I could keep it for his scrapbook. Conner went ape shit. He said I was the weirdest Mom ever. Hey, I still have his ear tubes. These are memories people! Anyway, I'll get around to posting them one of these days. Oh, and if you are a family member who reads this blog, please don't mention it to Conner. He has asked me to delete it and as far as he's concerned, well, it's deleted. He'll thank me one day that I have kept this up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we have a new addition to our little family. Meet Marley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125571166805426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SXiDKFG1nbI/AAAAAAAAALs/TQTEhgUAzbM/s320/Marley+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294125751768285650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SXiDUl5lgdI/AAAAAAAAAL0/YuBrrDO0S8I/s320/Marley.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love our little Pug. Now before I get comments about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-original the name is let me just tell you there is a story behind it. If you saw the movie, the middle child's name is Conner and well, lets just say Conner's about to be the middle child at his Dad's house in about 30 weeks (maybe it's 29 now, shit, I can't keep track). You get the picture. Marley starts dog training this Saturday at 2:00. I'm ready!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conner decided to take Hockey lessons this semester and has been enjoying doing that every Thursday night. Last night he told me he was ready to play baseball again. Well you all know I'm a baseball mom at heart so I was thrilled to hear this even though I'm sure he'll change his mind 100 times between now and then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is going really well right now. (knock on wood please). I'll post more pictures later. Take care. Love, Jenn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS- I forgot to mention that 9 years ago on January 20, 2000, I learned I was pregnant with Conner. Someday I'll have to post the picture Greg took of me right after I found out. I'm white as a ghost. Nine years later, I can proudly say, everything worked out just the way it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to. I can't imagine my life any differently!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-3286718860526633043?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3286718860526633043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=3286718860526633043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3286718860526633043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3286718860526633043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-update-meet-marley.html' title='Quick Update- Meet Marley'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SXiDKFG1nbI/AAAAAAAAALs/TQTEhgUAzbM/s72-c/Marley+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-5336581812941632834</id><published>2009-01-04T17:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:32:42.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conner's First Hunt!</title><content type='html'>My Dad took Conner and Greg (my Ex Husband) this past weekend hunting. I always promised Greg I would do my best to ensure he was there the first time Conner got to shoot a deer so now he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;owes&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without further ado, here's the big 6 point buck Conner shot.......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582386925717378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SWFEKoVRx4I/AAAAAAAAALM/hOKXUqfYU9M/s320/Conner+Deer+Best.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583520599755298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SWFFMnmOyiI/AAAAAAAAALU/tkj-V24i7UM/s320/conners+first+deer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner with his Papa Jay (My Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583837490044402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SWFFfEGw3fI/AAAAAAAAALc/vDlb9W8KZuc/s320/Conner+and+PapaJay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Conner with his Dad&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287584314739053074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SWFF61_y0hI/AAAAAAAAALk/dyCTqya4KIk/s320/Conner+and+greg+best.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say Conner is very excited.  The only thing that could have made it better was if Conner's Brother Zach from Greg's 1st marriage was there.  The good news is Zach's Mom and I are good friends and will make sure the boys are on the same lease next year so they will get to grow up hunting together.  It was a great trip.  Thank you Papa Jay!  Conner's outside right now telling all of his friends about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-5336581812941632834?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5336581812941632834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=5336581812941632834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5336581812941632834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5336581812941632834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2009/01/conners-first-hunt.html' title='Conner&apos;s First Hunt!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SWFEKoVRx4I/AAAAAAAAALM/hOKXUqfYU9M/s72-c/Conner+Deer+Best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-2571307702801581385</id><published>2008-12-24T13:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:51:13.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYiSEmYvZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-9lZHdW-RY/s1600-h/jenn+and+conner+ice+skating+dec+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298645569322837938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYiSEmYvZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-9lZHdW-RY/s320/jenn+and+conner+ice+skating+dec+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it has been so long since I've written on your blog. I promised myself I would download all the pics from your birthday and do a post before I could do anything else on this thing and well, it just hasn't happened yet. I will get to it one day; I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have not had to work on Christmas Eve. We've had such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; day. It actually started last night. At around 6 you were bored and wanted to do something. So we got in the car, rolled all the windows down and sang Christmas Carols as loud as we could until we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins. We saw a Hallmark store so we stopped in there first and played with some of the ornaments and bought a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had the brilliant idea to make "treats" for Santa and the Reindeer in your new Easy Bake Oven that Aunt Nat got you for Christmas last week so we then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Randall's&lt;/span&gt; and got all the goods to bake for Santa, the Elves and Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we stopped for ice cream, got in the car, turned the music on full blast and drove around the neighborhood singing and looking at Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh when you thought that the people that didn't have Christmas Lights up must be Jewish and celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanukkah&lt;/span&gt;. I explained to you that everyone was not as crazy as we were about putting out decorations, lights, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home you helped me wrap presents and we watched a Christmas Movie. You fell asleep on the couch. You know my most favorite thing of all is to watch you sleep. You are so peaceful and beautiful. I promise I didn't take your picture last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we go to Gigi's at 4:00 so we've been baking and starting our own new traditions. It's been so much fun; just you and me having a whole day together to celebrate without having to worry about me working or being distracted. I've had so much fun with you Conner and I can't wait for tonight and tomorrow when we spend time with the rest of the family. This is a special time of year and we've done so many things and made so many memories I will treasure forever. Until Next Time - I love you to the moon and back with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-2571307702801581385?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/2571307702801581385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=2571307702801581385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2571307702801581385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2571307702801581385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SYiSEmYvZ7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/m-9lZHdW-RY/s72-c/jenn+and+conner+ice+skating+dec+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-2276444816524766279</id><published>2008-09-21T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:15:17.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>September 20, 2008- Happy 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>What a special day this is for you and me both!  Your 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday.  I can't believe it.  Happy 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Conner!  I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - We are having a family party for Conner today and I'll be updating the blog with pics.  Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-2276444816524766279?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/2276444816524766279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=2276444816524766279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2276444816524766279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2276444816524766279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-20-2008-happy-8th-birthday.html' title='September 20, 2008- Happy 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-5109133311579092922</id><published>2008-09-15T13:16:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:50:56.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurricane'/><title type='text'>Ike Update</title><content type='html'>Thankfully everyone in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hobock&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walts&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gorski&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cotrone&lt;/span&gt; and Snow Family are safe and doing fine. Conner, Papa Jay (my dad) and I stayed at my house.&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;This is how my house looked the day before the hurricane:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246314293487991282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6nDcNn-fI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R7KCcMD2nVU/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is how it looked the next day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246314756922481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6neapBG4I/AAAAAAAAAJs/04BCWxc5p8o/s320/house+2+hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We were very blessed. My fence is torn apart in 3 spots in my back yard but that's a nothing deal in my mind. My neighbors had severe roof damage, a couple of chimneys that flew off, water damage, etc. &lt;/p&gt;Below is a picture of our "safe room" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; cleaned out closet) with Conner's twin mattress in the event the winds got too bad or we heard a tornado. We were all set, but didn't need to use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246319796732720690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6sDxZadjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/P2aLl22uHUk/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Mom, Dad, Grandparents and Sisters' houses are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; too. We had Angels looking out for us, that's for sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW FOR THE BAD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Dad's Mini Storage Business is a couple of miles away from my house and I'll let you assess the damage below:&lt;/p&gt;This is his neighbors roof which is now on my Dad's property:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246316734456579138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6pRhh4xEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/S6aKQBEWQ6g/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's a different angle: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246317046650834274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6pjsizDWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/y0z58_41ldE/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the front office as well as an apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the on-site Manager lives in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246317410726432258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6p441LzgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nAuxTZF0DAQ/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is what is left of the roof that was once on the office/apartment above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246317934104928610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6qXWkV4WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/X_3nwOBeaWU/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another angle of the roof&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246318307693745858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6qtGS21sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oUThSFqD_do/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what is left of the living room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246318645387988770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6rAwTcDyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/s70Rnzlhx8A/s320/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is what's left of the bedroom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246321701377043906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6tyowAbcI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PsiQccCodGw/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fortunately the family is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and working to pick up the pieces. I'm proud of how my Dad is handling the situation and helping this family rebuild their lives. In my opinion, he is going above and beyond what most business owners would do and it's a very refreshing thing to see. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes. Jenn&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/5070926090042185232-5109133311579092922?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5109133311579092922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=5109133311579092922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5109133311579092922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5109133311579092922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-update.html' title='Ike Update'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SM6nDcNn-fI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R7KCcMD2nVU/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-3867464630829846745</id><published>2008-09-11T17:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:43:06.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Mom Ever...</title><content type='html'>As many of you know Conner has been pretty sick this week so I'm doing my best to keep him entertained with some arts and crafts when he feels up to it. This is what he made me today! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897242772440738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMmeQO7ghqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LmhDTnoOr2Q/s320/working+away.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897353875511282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMmeWs0i1_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/NZIulzlZVJk/s320/worlds+best+mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I didn't even have to bribe him to put "BEST MOM EVER" on it.  Doesn't get much better than that my friends!  Thank you Conner!  I will cherish this forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-3867464630829846745?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3867464630829846745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=3867464630829846745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3867464630829846745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3867464630829846745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-mom-ever.html' title='Best Mom Ever...'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMmeQO7ghqI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LmhDTnoOr2Q/s72-c/working+away.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-992959889780614933</id><published>2008-09-09T18:28:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:13:13.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Carnival'/><title type='text'>Carnival Games For Halloween Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since I couldn't add these pics to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;evite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I would add them to Conner's blog so you know what you're in for. Below are pictures of the games. We will also be serving hot dogs, popcorn, and cotton candy. I hope you to see you there! (Please RSVP to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basketball Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175294269485010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcNpTLP79I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5nZoD5pMeOM/s320/BASKETBALL_game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baseball Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175073600123394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcNcdHksgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/nSNl-iwP31M/s320/BASEBALL_Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shooter Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174805788873682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcNM3cZU9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zi-516f3nAY/s320/SHOOTER_Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spongebob Bouncer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244890079754314162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMmXvSm54bI/AAAAAAAAAJM/a5h66dVmgFs/s320/spongebook+bouncer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popcorn Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174064639844514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcMhucsoKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mhKA18WgtBE/s320/popcorn_machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hotdog&lt;/span&gt; Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244174160961731730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcMnVRn_JI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6cIgeOy_kJM/s320/hot_dog_machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/5070926090042185232-992959889780614933?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/992959889780614933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=992959889780614933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/992959889780614933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/992959889780614933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/carnival-games-for-halloween-party.html' title='Carnival Games For Halloween Party!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMcNpTLP79I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5nZoD5pMeOM/s72-c/BASKETBALL_game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-1840349757472067044</id><published>2008-09-08T10:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:14:40.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love decorating for holidays so even though it is rather early, I decided to get my Halloween things out to surprise Conner when he gets home. It was a lot of fun. Here are some pictures! BTW - I'm not done yet. I want to go all out this year! I have fun things for my yard but thought my neighbors would think I was going bonkers putting it out so early! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kitchen Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243668650084769874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVA2ugnoFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZwbbaruLnhg/s320/kitchen+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Dining Room Table....Who needs crystal really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243668475059758450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVAsifZ5XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RDJPHQdKQwY/s320/dining+room+halloween.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What's Halloween without a pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243668265211635074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVAgUvtpYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W6r5jyvrQvw/s320/pumpkin.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is what AS chose for our house last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243668089072634722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVAWEk5y2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/jiy9HQYjKKg/s320/spooky+houst.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our fun kitchen table! There is usually at least one kid from the neighborhood eating dinner with us each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667931146445842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVAM4QXZBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/id4ToRrv-KQ/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This candy bucket will be filled to the brim come Halloween time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243667404285886354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMU_uNjBP5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/wYMYsM49-Cc/s320/halloween+bucket.JPG" border="0" /&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/5070926090042185232-1840349757472067044?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/1840349757472067044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=1840349757472067044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1840349757472067044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1840349757472067044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMVA2ugnoFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZwbbaruLnhg/s72-c/kitchen+pumpkins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-8013046072403248543</id><published>2008-09-07T04:54:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:14:23.068-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canned salsa'/><title type='text'>Saturday Salsa</title><content type='html'>While Conner was with his Dad this weekend, I decided to get domesticated and can salsa. Conner absolutely loves salsa and since I enjoy cooking, I thought this would be a perfect combination to a beautiful Saturday. Check out the amazing  ingredients below. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243218514238842610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMOndXz1JvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/q-sIUNr1o54/s320/materials+for+picane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243219035809425522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMOn7uz8qHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4e1fUlMGwu4/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This process took much longer than I anticipated but I enjoyed every minute of it. It literally took ALL day. The roasted vegetables left the most amazing aroma in my house. That alone was worth it, although the Salsa tasted pretty good if I do say so myself. This is the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243218202757021906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMOnLPcxwNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/peYvpau_BV4/s320/end+result+salsa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would highly recommend anyone that enjoys cooking and salsa to try this.  It is great for last minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hostess&lt;/span&gt; gifts (I'm gonna jazz it up with some printed cloth around the rims and a "homemade by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jenn&lt;/span&gt;" card.  The rest should last Conner and me a good 6 months of mouth watering healthy/snacks (without the chips that is!).  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-8013046072403248543?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/8013046072403248543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=8013046072403248543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/8013046072403248543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/8013046072403248543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-salsa.html' title='Saturday Salsa'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SMOndXz1JvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/q-sIUNr1o54/s72-c/materials+for+picane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-1446285605372698258</id><published>2008-09-04T09:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:27:39.006-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canyon Lake'/><title type='text'>Sunsets At The Lake!</title><content type='html'>One of the many reasons I love the Lakehouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_vGwfSgzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdY22BIvT2A/s1600-h/sky+best.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171390656938802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_vGwfSgzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdY22BIvT2A/s320/sky+best.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_u3_9nCOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i3eHP5o7apI/s1600-h/jenns+coolest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171137112606946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_u3_9nCOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/i3eHP5o7apI/s320/jenns+coolest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_unlhCO6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nMt3ZY0aRU4/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170855135525794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_unlhCO6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nMt3ZY0aRU4/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_ug6X5OpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Ew1ei8G08o/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170740475247250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_ug6X5OpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6Ew1ei8G08o/s320/DSC00665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_ua8ZNlHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uvd1Ee6_UZQ/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242170637938431090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_ua8ZNlHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uvd1Ee6_UZQ/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242171251876214706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_u-rfYt7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cGa_gWdgAKE/s320/sky+best(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_uVaVgo-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/pMJc2TCr-7I/s1600-h/beautiful+sky+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/5070926090042185232-1446285605372698258?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/1446285605372698258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=1446285605372698258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1446285605372698258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1446285605372698258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunsets-at-lake.html' title='Sunsets At The Lake!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_vGwfSgzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XdY22BIvT2A/s72-c/sky+best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-2790459359873187071</id><published>2008-09-03T17:58:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:26:54.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canyon Lake'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Conner and I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; weekend at the lake:&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241934509434115682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8XqdKulmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rjjfVNBg3AA/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were joined by Aunt Angie and Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241935456052908962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8YhjmPE6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/26Geiq4crR4/s320/angie+and+chris.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Papa Jay and Margie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241935804974528674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8Y13boeKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zQxD9xrBzoc/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conner rode the tube ALL BY HIMSELF for the very first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241936778150565506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8Zugy4VoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FUDhKrHO6D8/s320/conner+tubing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Go Faster Papa Jay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241937532392065506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8aaakESeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/F6jD8jTiDIg/s320/faster+faster.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whoa! Watch Out Guys...Here I come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241938265457998162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8bFFcmuVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q407gO0yJOY/s320/Whoa.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is Totally Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241939031518443042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8bxrPpdiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/I_MXzh2GpVY/s320/This+is+great.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming Back In&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941252645710562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8dy9lp6uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BVmAy1-1i-8/s320/This+is+hard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But not for long....watch out Mom, here I come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941592031985218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8eGt5pfkI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sDapJluzFu8/s320/not+for+long.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that was fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241940908162348386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8de6Sa9WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ULuRJzgXilw/s320/time+to+come+in+the+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back in the boat and to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941076996928674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8dovPuNKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bWgScLjOzYc/s320/Back+in+the+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!  Peace!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242172233887536194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL_v31xIVEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vp4OtXblFgk/s320/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-2790459359873187071?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/2790459359873187071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=2790459359873187071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2790459359873187071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2790459359873187071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SL8XqdKulmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rjjfVNBg3AA/s72-c/DSC00671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-6621907650181593134</id><published>2008-08-26T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:21:19.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa Jay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><title type='text'>Conner's Shooting Ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLSOg19UZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PJP_HwlPnAs/s1600-h/conner+ear+thing"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238968961429956514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLSOg19UZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PJP_HwlPnAs/s320/conner+ear+thing" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conner is absolutely in love with his new head gear.  I'm sure you're wondering what in the world they are right?  Well, thanks to my Dad, Conner's Papa Jay, he is now the proud owner of 2 deer rifles and this sound muffler to go shooting.  Yep, you read that right.  That's what we do in Texas folks.  Don't worry, the guns are locked safely in my Dad's safe, unloaded, at his house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With deer season just around the corner, Conner is getting ready for his first "real hunt."  He will not stop talking about it.  His  homework assignment today was to fill a small brown paper lunch sack with 5 things that describe him and his interests.  All items must fit in the bag.  Well of course, this is what he wanted to include but it wouldn't fit.  Since Conner had to show these off to his class, we took this picture instead.  Thanks Papa Jay!  Your Grandson is in heaven and I'm sure his teacher will be impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-6621907650181593134?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6621907650181593134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=6621907650181593134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6621907650181593134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6621907650181593134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/conners-shooting-ears.html' title='Conner&apos;s Shooting Ears!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLSOg19UZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PJP_HwlPnAs/s72-c/conner+ear+thing' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-7089457828999575784</id><published>2008-08-26T09:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:15:24.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good First Day!!</title><content type='html'>Well miracles do happen!  Conner ended up having a very good first day of school.  He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; excited about the fact that he had to do little work and just had to listen to the rules and get to know the other students.  He did say that he wished he already knew everything so that he didn't have to go to school.  He went on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; how cool it would be if money did grow on trees.  This ended up being a 15 minute conversation with himself.  It was quite entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is this; Conner is very self confident.  Yesterday we had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner:  Mom, you know how I'm so good at driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Conner, don't brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner:  I'm not bragging Mom.  I'm just really good at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope today goes as well as yesterday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-7089457828999575784?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7089457828999575784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=7089457828999575784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7089457828999575784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7089457828999575784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-first-day.html' title='Good First Day!!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-2348038226848114384</id><published>2008-08-25T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:43:27.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teary First Day!</title><content type='html'>Well I hope you all weren't holding your breath for a first day of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade picture cause it's not gonna happen.  If this morning is any indication of how the new school year is going to be, I give up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conner's been dreading today for a while and has shed many tears this past week over it.  He woke up several times last night, crying and scared.  This morning the fear was compounded.  It didn't help that while we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; in  Galveston this past weekend, someone put pepper spray or pepper sauce on all my car door handles.  Yesterday after we loaded up the car and went to the pool, both Conner and I were overcome with burning eyes.  At the time I thought we just got sunscreen in them.   Well since it happened again this morning, I took a closer look and noticed the nice gift some idiot left us.  Off we went to the nurses office to wash out his swelling eye.   Now Conner was scared, hurting and screaming.  My nerves were shot as I felt I had no control over the situation.  I left about 10 minutes later and got a call from the nurse while I was on the road to work.  Conner's eye is better but he doesn't want to go to class.  I know...big surprise.  I pray to God that something magically happens and Conner has a wonderful first day!  Miracles do happen, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-2348038226848114384?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/2348038226848114384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=2348038226848114384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2348038226848114384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/2348038226848114384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/teary-first-day.html' title='Teary First Day!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-7096487766765140555</id><published>2008-08-24T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:08:56.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of 2nd Grade - Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLIUIMKUVZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UH2ENFGOv6U/s1600-h/back_to_school_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238271447521318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLIUIMKUVZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UH2ENFGOv6U/s320/back_to_school_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this letter to stick in Conner's backpack tomorrow. He is VERY nervous about going back to school! I'm hoping I'll get some good pictures to post. Stay tuned!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you are starting second grade today. I remember my first day of second grade. I was very nervous about meeting new friends, and sad to be away from my Mommy and Daddy. After a few days, things got better. I met some really great kids who became my friends (and even a boyfriend). I also started to enjoy class a little more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to have this special coin to keep in your pocket and remind you how proud I am of the wonderful young man you are. You are so smart and talented Conner. I’m the happiest Mom in the world. Never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you start the new school year, you may feel scared or sad at times, but this will pass. Meet new people and remember to be kind to others so they will be kind to you. I hope you have a ton of fun and learn a whole lot too. I will always be here for you to talk to about anything. If you’re happy or sad, excited or mad; whatever you’re feeling I’m here for you. I hope you have a great first day of school. I’m so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-7096487766765140555?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/7096487766765140555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=7096487766765140555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7096487766765140555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/7096487766765140555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-2nd-grade-letter.html' title='1st Day of 2nd Grade - Letter'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SLIUIMKUVZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UH2ENFGOv6U/s72-c/back_to_school_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-5401662496141041451</id><published>2008-08-20T07:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:51:33.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margie'/><title type='text'>Margie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwVIEJEqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/d3Eso9hEEQ8/s1600-h/margie+and+conner+main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236583695019977218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwVIEJEqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/d3Eso9hEEQ8/s320/margie+and+conner+main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Margie! As you know, Margie is Papa Jay's better half (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). She makes everything in his life, and ours, better! I swear Margie considers you her grandchild. She has a deep love for you that only a mother or grandmother could know. To her, you are perfect and can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592657775088354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwdRxAaUuI/AAAAAAAAADc/XPzWx4E3Iz8/s320/margie+teddy+bears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember several years ago talking with Margie about something you did at daycare. I think you had gotten into a small disagreement (aka, fight) with another child at the time. Margie said "Well what did that other child do to make Conner want to fight? You know it's the other kids fault right?" This is the same story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; you do something wrong. It's always the other person, teacher, or child's fault. It cracks me up. I promise, she would have this guy below with you every day at school if she thought you needed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236586630029865842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwXy559c3I/AAAAAAAAADM/pW6HmdXM_r0/s320/margie+and+luke+skywalker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, we have taken many trips together. Some have been as big as Disney, complete with limo waiting for us at the airport, and others are trips that are just as fun to places like the lake house or farm. Regardless of where we are, Margie ensure you are comfortable and happy. She waits on you around the clock; gets you coffee in your special "Conner" mug (yes coffee), cuts up fruit into perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;symmetrical&lt;/span&gt; pieces, and makes you huge mounds of ice cream. You always seem to leave just a little more spoiled than when you arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594064299694178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwejouAmGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/u2J7wad-N68/s320/Conner+Limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236593527646999730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKweEZiCVLI/AAAAAAAAADk/eAy4s5Wmm1w/s320/limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also had countless weekend "day" trips to fun places like Moody Gardens, The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt; Festival, Carnivals, Rodeo, Baseball Games, Movies. You name it, we've probably been there or tried it at least once. There are so many fun times and special memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236592334736860146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwc-9mGI_I/AAAAAAAAADU/DB-F77j7aH4/s320/margie+conner+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What I've shown you today, is just a small example of the love and fun you and Margie share. I know there are many more good times to be had and look forward to sharing them with the two of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-5401662496141041451?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/5401662496141041451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=5401662496141041451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5401662496141041451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/5401662496141041451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/margie.html' title='Margie!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKwVIEJEqgI/AAAAAAAAADE/d3Eso9hEEQ8/s72-c/margie+and+conner+main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-4887578444673482348</id><published>2008-08-12T14:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:53:47.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandma - MEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHp4SUia8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1za2Bib7wBs/s1600-h/MEME+AND+CONNER+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233721395181153218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHp4SUia8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1za2Bib7wBs/s320/MEME+AND+CONNER+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Conner, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another week means another family celebrity. This week is your Great Grandma; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meme's&lt;/span&gt; week on your blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so lucky that we live so close to Meme and that you have the opportunity to know and spend time with her. The two of you love to play games together; cards, board games and water balloon tosses are some of your favorites. At family gatherings, I can find the two of you holed up in the corner of a room together playing! What special memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710412703638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHf5BZ2pWI/AAAAAAAAACk/SNhYbusgexQ/s320/meme+and+conner+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme is also the best cook you've ever known. About a month ago, I had made you Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; and you stated "this would be PERFECT if you made the spaghetti like Meme does!" You also love her pickles. For Christmas last year, that's what you wanted from her and guess what; you got it. Check out the prized possession below. After you eat all the pickles you always try to get me to let you make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt; with the pickle juice but it grosses me out! You'd eat her pickles at every meal if I let you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233719733648777810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHoXkoWYlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/beQEhoaTiVo/s320/meme%27s+pickles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the years, Meme has made you a vast collection of blankets that you dearly love. Last Christmas, she gave you the warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; blanket below. You snuggle with it every night and lets just say you're not so good at sharing "your blankets that Meme made for YOU!" These are treasures you will forever cherish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233719550080617970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHoM4ySjfI/AAAAAAAAACs/i3IxfiH_qJo/s320/conners+blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meme, thanks for all the special things you do for Conner and me! We are very blessed to have you for a Grandmother and grateful to share our lives with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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/5070926090042185232-4887578444673482348?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/4887578444673482348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=4887578444673482348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/4887578444673482348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/4887578444673482348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-grandma-meme.html' title='Great Grandma - MEME'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SKHp4SUia8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1za2Bib7wBs/s72-c/MEME+AND+CONNER+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-684125735673689077</id><published>2008-07-24T17:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:22.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Aunt Nat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SJTt-OUv6LI/AAAAAAAAACU/e4UjAo1HuT0/s1600-h/Natalie+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230066720536783026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SJTt-OUv6LI/AAAAAAAAACU/e4UjAo1HuT0/s320/Natalie+Updated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet my very special Sister, and your super cool Aunt; Aunt Nat is up today! Aunt Nat has always been the one to guide me with your social and intellectual development. You see, she is a school teacher and is around other children all day long. She sees things in you that I overlook, and/or am not trained to see. She teaches me how to work with and understand you at each milestone. She teaches you how to read, write and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember Christmas Eve of last year, she was the one who took you aside to help write your letter to Santa. It was the perfect letter, and a memory I will truly cherish forever. Watching your eyes light up as you read aloud your note was awesome. She has a real gift for teaching and you both hold a special place in each others hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230720508875524802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SJdAltrgSsI/AAAAAAAAACc/uTyIJAT15ws/s320/nat+and+the+christmas+letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Nat likes to be crazy too. Just check out her socks below! She's the one who always has the cool socks to match her outfit or special occasion. The kids love them and so do you! It must be the school teacher in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229607892162558514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SJNMq5btujI/AAAAAAAAACM/6stWGX0bqs8/s320/nat+socks" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You and Aunt Nat love celebrating holidays together. Each year around Halloween and Easter, the two of you enjoy carving pumpkins and dying Easter eggs. It's become a sort of tradition for you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Nat is very special to us. We are lucky she is a part of our lives. Next time you see her, remember to tell her how important she is to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&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/5070926090042185232-684125735673689077?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/684125735673689077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=684125735673689077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/684125735673689077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/684125735673689077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/07/crazy-aunt-nat.html' title='Crazy Aunt Nat!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SJTt-OUv6LI/AAAAAAAAACU/e4UjAo1HuT0/s72-c/Natalie+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-6441109499004634028</id><published>2008-07-11T11:37:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:22.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angie'/><title type='text'>Conner's Aunt Angie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHei7g6zslI/AAAAAAAAABs/8EE5BiF-r0s/s1600-h/ang+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221821436291953234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHei7g6zslI/AAAAAAAAABs/8EE5BiF-r0s/s320/ang+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Two Special Aunts, who just so happen to be my younger sisters that love you so much. Today, you will meet Aunt Angie (aka: Angelina Ballerina). She has become a very special part of your life and watching the two of you together makes me smile and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHep7C2_CoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/85AaWsh7-Tc/s1600-h/angie+pic+new"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221829124804250242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHep7C2_CoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/85AaWsh7-Tc/s320/angie+pic+new" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are both so very competitive. She hates to lose to a 7 year old but oftentimes does (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;..don't tell her I said that). The two of you will play games together and a new favorite is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I remember the first time you guys played the bowling game. You had a week or two advantage to learn. She still thought she would beat you. Well, she was wrong and oh so very mad. You told her she wasn't very good and that got her blood boiling. We finally showed her the trick to "getting a strike" and then the game was really on. A few weeks later, we went to bowling for real. You were telling everyone how "you so rock at bowling." I started to have the gutters put up for you, but you ever so graciously declined because you had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; down at home, so real life must be just as easy. You soon learned who really rocked and asked for the gutters to be put back up. If I remember correctly, you legitimized this in your mind as "it's only fair because you were the kid." I think you even offered to bowl for her a time or two and threw it in the gutter (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure by accident) to ensure you won at least one game that day. Regardless, the two of you bicker back and forth and both do whatever it takes to win (including cheat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221819987874187426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHehnNJGiKI/AAAAAAAAABk/QsyEhoI2WKA/s320/angie+playing+wii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When people see us all together they oftentimes think that you are her child as the two of you look a lot alike. It does hurt my feelings but hey; she's not so bad to look at so it could be worse right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, if God forbid something ever happened to me, she would be the person that I hope would take my place as much as possible. Don’t misunderstand me; the rest of our family is VERY important and would play a huge role, it’s just that we are most alike. We think alike and have the same views, values and morals that I want you to learn. Trust me, I’m not planning on anyone having to worry about this, but life is full of surprises and it’s always better to think things through Conner, especially when you are a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221812040869816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHeaYoPnJxI/AAAAAAAAABc/cDjlHtFuLb0/s320/Ang+and+Conner+good+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Son, you are pretty lucky. We all are. Aunt Angie and you show me how to laugh and not take life so seriously. And next time the two of you are playing a game together, I hope you kick her butt (not that I'm competitive or anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&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/5070926090042185232-6441109499004634028?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/6441109499004634028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=6441109499004634028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6441109499004634028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/6441109499004634028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/07/aunt-angie.html' title='Conner&apos;s Aunt Angie!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SHei7g6zslI/AAAAAAAAABs/8EE5BiF-r0s/s72-c/ang+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-1982123118391432168</id><published>2008-07-02T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:22.997-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GiGi'/><title type='text'>Meet The Family Part 1 - LADIES FIRST so GIGI'S UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218535633974363490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGv2gpbChWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAf0jJv7csk/s320/black+and+white+gigi+and+conner" border="0" /&gt;Conner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are one very loved child so this "meeting the family" business will have to be broken into several parts! As the only Grandchild and Great Grandchild on my side of the family, lets just say Christmas time and presents are crazy. I thought we'd start with the ladies in your life who love you so much and in so many special ways. Today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; (My Mom's) Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; Grandma!) is quite a fan to say the least. As a matter of fact, you are over her house right now and you guys just got back from swimming. She was so very excited when she learned about you in my tummy. She helped me plan your nursery, bought your crib and all the bedding. She even outfitted you in your special "going home from the hospital" clothes seen in the last post. It was straight from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Niemens&lt;/span&gt;! She searched for weeks for the perfect outfit for you and I still have it and treasure it today. I think I was wearing some "Cherokee" from Target by the way as I was still big as a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week you were really missing your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; and asked if you could go spend some time with her. I told you that you would have to call and ask. You so humbly stated "she won't mind at all; she loves it when I spend the night!" Well Son, you got your wish and we all had a blast together. While I was working you guys went bowling and played and who knows what else. All I know is that when I got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GiGi's&lt;/span&gt; you were both worn out but you were still talking 90 miles a minute telling me about your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGv3-WebTTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4mgWG35stVY/s1600-h/jenn+mom+and+conner+bluebonnets"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218537243796000050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGv3-WebTTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4mgWG35stVY/s320/jenn+mom+and+conner+bluebonnets" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this picture and it reminded me of the special day we had driving to see the blue bonnets and then going into Capital Hill for the County Fair.  What a fun day walking around, eating popcorn and cotton candy and seeing the inside of a fire truck for the very first time.  Another fun trip is when we went to stay at the Hyatt Hill Country Resort and Spa and go to Sea World.  It was in November and the Resort had a "Floating River."  You wanted so baldy to go in but it was really cold.  You didn't seem to mind and went in anyway and proceeded to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; wet.  She of course was a good sport.  Oh the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week when we were spending the night, you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;playing "Old Maid."  She kept on losing (you weren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; cheating this time) and you proceeded to tell her it was because "She really is an Old Maid."  That made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago you and I were on the trampoline looking at the stars and decided to get the telescope out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; gave you for Christmas to "see them better."  Well I couldn't get the darn thing to work and you so politely told me that "if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; were here she could fix it; she can fix anything!"  Well Son, she's a pretty amazing woman, Mom and Grandma.  We are pretty lucky aren't we.  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GiGi&lt;/span&gt; for all that you do for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&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/5070926090042185232-1982123118391432168?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/1982123118391432168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=1982123118391432168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1982123118391432168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/1982123118391432168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-family-part-1-ladies-first-so.html' title='Meet The Family Part 1 - LADIES FIRST so GIGI&apos;S UP!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGv2gpbChWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KAf0jJv7csk/s72-c/black+and+white+gigi+and+conner' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-3821168678956478735</id><published>2008-07-01T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:42:23.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Conner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrsJsaAsmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gIYxMBgomE8/s1600-h/Conner"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218242769545376354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrsJsaAsmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gIYxMBgomE8/s320/Conner%27s+Hospital+picture" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Conner,&lt;br /&gt;September 20, 2000 at 6:32 PM my world changed forever. That morning, Dad drove me to the hospital with you still kicking and turning in my tummy. It was time for you to meet the world and for my long awaited anticipation to meet you, to finally end. We arrived around 5 AM at Methodist Hospital for the Doctors to start the journey of your arrival. It was the most exciting, scary and happy day of my life. After 13 hours the Doctors decided it was time for you to come out, and fast. Very fast. Daddy held my hand as they rushed us into the operating room where you were born minutes later. I remember them holding you over the blue cloth for me to briefly see you; my heart melted and I cried tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses quickly swooped you away to clean you up and take you to a special room to keep you safe. I told Daddy to go and be with you. I had to go to a special room too so the Doctors could take care of me and we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; for a few hours. It was supposed to be a whole entire day but Papa Jay and I fixed that! Friends and family went from your room to spend time with you and then to my room to spend time with me. They told me how perfect and beautiful you were and I was filled with joy. I was also very sad because I wanted to see and hold you myself, but the Doctors wanted to watch me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;closely&lt;/span&gt;. When everyone was out of my room except for Papa Jay, I asked him to get me a wheelchair and take me to see you. Thankfully he did and minutes later he was wheeling me down the hall with some very upset nurses tailing us. Needless to say, I got to see and hold you. Time stood still as I looked in your tired eyes. It was a rough day for both of us and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed some sleep. I knew you were safe and went back to my room to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrsZYrKBSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KC-quoWxlkU/s1600-h/jenn+conner+zach+hospital"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218243039126488354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrsZYrKBSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KC-quoWxlkU/s320/jenn+conner+zach+hospital" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Zach came to meet you for the first time. I remember him talking to you in my belly. He was so excited to be a Big Brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life changed forever the day you were born. I've never felt the enormous emotions as I have since you were brought into my life. Good days are brighter, laughter is louder, and sadness is more profound. It's like seeing color instead of black and white. Life is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to continue to share our past 7 years together on this blog. It will be a treasure we can look back on and cherish forever. You My Son are the biggest blessing in my life. Every night when we say our prayers together, I always silently thank God for you. You are My Son, My Miracle, My Hope, My Future and My Life. I will do anything for you; always and forever. To the Moon and Back with All my Heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-3821168678956478735?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3821168678956478735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=3821168678956478735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3821168678956478735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3821168678956478735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-conner.html' title='Welcome Conner!'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrsJsaAsmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gIYxMBgomE8/s72-c/Conner%27s+Hospital+picture' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5070926090042185232.post-3228104814600558910</id><published>2008-07-01T20:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:34:30.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Testing....</title><content type='html'>1, 2, 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5070926090042185232-3228104814600558910?l=justforconner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/feeds/3228104814600558910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5070926090042185232&amp;postID=3228104814600558910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3228104814600558910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5070926090042185232/posts/default/3228104814600558910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforconner.blogspot.com/2008/07/testing-testing.html' title='Testing Testing....'/><author><name>Just For Conner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00679379760943958473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MOgvnaVH0vc/SGrdvzrYN8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/GkDk0qjDyI4/S220/jenn+and+conner+christmas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
