<?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-8402836408733975333</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:40:40.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESTON'S PLACE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-990423137024612546</id><published>2009-05-23T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:18:58.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know where they got it, but I'm glad they do...</title><content type='html'>OK, bragging time.  I am so proud of my kids!  They both brought home straight A's on their report cards.  For the whole year Carter made 1 B and HG only made 1 B.  Everything else was all A's.  I don't know where they got their brains but I'm so glad they have them.  I was really nervous for HG this year because I knew it would be harder than all of the others but she sailed right through 4th grade.  She ended up getting an award for the highest average in Math and Science for the year.  Way to go kids, keep it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShifUnQvjmI/AAAAAAAAASY/xQ339mNxgwY/s1600-h/DSCN0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339192534733131362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShifUnQvjmI/AAAAAAAAASY/xQ339mNxgwY/s320/DSCN0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339192602625113250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShifYkLc_KI/AAAAAAAAASg/RF1a4WSCL6s/s320/DSCN0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-990423137024612546?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/990423137024612546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=990423137024612546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/990423137024612546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/990423137024612546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-where-they-got-it-but-im.html' title='I don&apos;t know where they got it, but I&apos;m glad they do...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShifUnQvjmI/AAAAAAAAASY/xQ339mNxgwY/s72-c/DSCN0488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-1707438767838810940</id><published>2009-05-23T20:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:12:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out!</title><content type='html'>School is out and I have survived my first year. To be honest, it went much better than I ever thought it would. I was so afraid that I would do something wrong and I would get moved to another school or grade. Now I know that I must have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because I am in the same school and the same grade. I really love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GMS&lt;/span&gt; and I love the kids there too. I was sad to see some of them go and I will really miss them. Then there are those that I was glad to see walk out of my door and hopefully to never return. I know that sounds horrible but it is true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now looking forward to spending the summer with my family and refreshing my body and brain for next year. Even though this school year just ended, I am looking forward to what next year has to bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of my (school) kids at field day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;intramurals&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Good Times!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191632743289362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShiegHFm0hI/AAAAAAAAASI/CQ-thqGV2N8/s320/DSCN0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191541180685202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/Shieax_YW5I/AAAAAAAAASA/0s4gzk4Y6vE/s320/DSCN0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191429562436514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShieUSLhC6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/V0_hSwELcH8/s320/DSCN0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191340152922674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShiePFGoIjI/AAAAAAAAARw/9IESo_PwCH4/s320/DSCN0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191219884112466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShieIFETulI/AAAAAAAAARo/BvT2i-5UD60/s320/DSCN0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339191157858036706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShieEeAI6-I/AAAAAAAAARg/UEyBDe6MCU8/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-1707438767838810940?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/1707438767838810940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=1707438767838810940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1707438767838810940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1707438767838810940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/05/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ShiegHFm0hI/AAAAAAAAASI/CQ-thqGV2N8/s72-c/DSCN0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6616600712188612372</id><published>2009-05-02T19:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:16:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents and The Music City Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziSvyOfAI/AAAAAAAAARI/7TDJngNxrqo/s1600-h/427+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331384870592478210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziSvyOfAI/AAAAAAAAARI/7TDJngNxrqo/s320/427+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziM8iVpsI/AAAAAAAAARA/QguW1LnMydA/s1600-h/427+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331384770936284866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziM8iVpsI/AAAAAAAAARA/QguW1LnMydA/s320/427+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziFjQ5hqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KKX-72OyaBU/s1600-h/427+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331384643893167778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziFjQ5hqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/KKX-72OyaBU/s320/427+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of my parents. They walked the 1/2 Marathon last week-end. There is no end to the ways that they inspire me.&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/8402836408733975333-6616600712188612372?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6616600712188612372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6616600712188612372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6616600712188612372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6616600712188612372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-parents-and-music-city-marathon.html' title='My Parents and The Music City Marathon'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SfziSvyOfAI/AAAAAAAAARI/7TDJngNxrqo/s72-c/427+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-3352511081725306109</id><published>2009-04-16T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:13:00.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome creations and a FREE give-a-way!!</title><content type='html'>Check out my friend's blog for some really awesome handmade creations.  She is so talented!  You can even register for a free giveaway. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/maggiemoosmom.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maggiemoosmom.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.maggiemoosmom.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;  Tell her that Stacey P. sent you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-3352511081725306109?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/3352511081725306109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=3352511081725306109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3352511081725306109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3352511081725306109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-creations-and-free-give-way.html' title='Awesome creations and a FREE give-a-way!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5542112644996593919</id><published>2009-04-11T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:20:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in such a long time.  Baseball/softball season has started so that's where we are most of the time.  I am officially a Facebook junkie so most of the time my blog is the last thing that I update. &lt;br /&gt;Life is good but busy.  School is pretty much "off the hook" with kids behaving like I never dreamed possible.  This is not a good thing.  I would have never thought of acting the way that most of my 6th graders are acting.  TCAP's are next week and Lord help me after that.  When TCAP's are over, the kids usually think school is over so I expect behavior to get much worse.  Good news is that there are only 29 days left of school...not that I'm counting.  And on to summer, my favorite part of the year.  Hope all is well with you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5542112644996593919?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5542112644996593919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5542112644996593919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5542112644996593919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5542112644996593919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-4609064874467058614</id><published>2009-03-19T16:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:19:38.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I love Spring Break! I love being out with the kids and the weather has been great all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had HG's birthday party on Tuesday. She had a "Girls Day Out". It was a lot of fun. They got their nails done, went out to lunch, back home for ice cream and cookie (she wanted a big cookie instead of cake), and then to the park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315009900304166002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ScK1WB1QbHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aKoTbiiYVZs/s320/31709+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315010043929121554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ScK1eY4HUxI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zQidSdcaUj0/s320/31709+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315010149690721762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ScK1ki3pReI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gHs9eFj2V8I/s320/31709+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315010637366914802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ScK2A7mtbvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/IJcDd6lPujQ/s320/31709+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today (Thurs) we went to Toys R Us to spend HG's birthday money and Carter's Christmas money.  She ended up with Littlest Pet Shop things and Carter got a new DS game.  They are in heaven right now playing with their new toys.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carter is playing in a baseball tournament this weekend in Springfield.  He has 5 games to play, 1 on Friday and 4 on Sat.  It will definitely be a long day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This break has gone by way too fast but I sure have enjoyed it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to my baby girl who will be 10 years old on March 25.  I love you baby, you will ALWAYS be my little girl!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-4609064874467058614?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/4609064874467058614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=4609064874467058614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/4609064874467058614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/4609064874467058614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/ScK1WB1QbHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/aKoTbiiYVZs/s72-c/31709+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-1655668511078155221</id><published>2009-02-28T17:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:33:47.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's about to get crazy...but I love it!!</title><content type='html'>So just when you think life is settling down, you get picked back up in the whirl wind again.&lt;br /&gt;The 6th graders at school have lost their minds. Well, I'm not sure that they really had any to begin with. They have spring fever way too early which has me scared to death for when spring actually gets here. Sometimes they are too much to control. There are some days when they put me in a really good mood and I leave school thinking how lucky I am to have such a great job. Then there are other days when I leave there with the mind-set of, "What was I thinking"... I am having way too many days of the later.&lt;br /&gt;Baseball and Softball are kicking off. Tim has agreed to help coach HG's team. She is so excited to have him helping with her team. They both officially start practice this week. She will be having practice on Monday and Thursday with dance on Wed. so I figure Carter will have practice on Tuesday and Friday and then some in between. I'm sure we will be busy with that most nights of the week. Either way, now that Tim is working days he will be able to attend all of them even though he will be late for a few.&lt;br /&gt;Carter started running a fever last night and has had one all day. Then he informed me this afternoon that 6 kids were absent on Friday and some of them had strep. Hopefully he will be feeling better soon and no one else will get it. I can't get him to the Dr. now until Monday to get him some antibiotics. I don't know why they don't call medicine in over the phone like they use to. It would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry for the "poor me" post. It was not intended to be that way, but I sure feel better being able to vent.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying all of this to mean that I love the business of life.  My kids and family are my life.  I love the memories that are being made and the fun being had while doing it.  We love baseball/softball season.  We love to watch our kids in action.  WE ARE TRULY BLESSED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-1655668511078155221?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/1655668511078155221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=1655668511078155221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1655668511078155221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1655668511078155221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-about-to-get-crazybut-i-love-it.html' title='Life&apos;s about to get crazy...but I love it!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-603004374404155526</id><published>2009-02-14T19:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:58:15.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd18rUjPYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OOIo5Wj_U-A/s1600-h/feb09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302836771533569410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd18rUjPYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OOIo5Wj_U-A/s320/feb09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd15coJuFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pmu3Y8OtBwQ/s1600-h/feb09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302836716049643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd15coJuFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Pmu3Y8OtBwQ/s320/feb09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd1wXycNqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/waajs7THAYY/s1600-h/feb09+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302836560131798690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd1wXycNqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/waajs7THAYY/s320/feb09+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd1qiUmvVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FUaSlMwSQQg/s1600-h/feb09+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302836459880234322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd1qiUmvVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FUaSlMwSQQg/s320/feb09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You gotta love Valentine's Day.  Tim had to work today until 6:00.  The kids worked for a couple of hours decorating the table and making dinner and a cake to surprise him when he came home.  They were so proud of themselves and so were we.  Valentine's Day is usually more of a family holiday for us.  We had a great time preparing then enjoying dinner and dessert together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-603004374404155526?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/603004374404155526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=603004374404155526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/603004374404155526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/603004374404155526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZd18rUjPYI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OOIo5Wj_U-A/s72-c/feb09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-4023795979685291782</id><published>2009-02-05T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:18:23.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory...</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my Grandaddy Leon's birthday.  He passed away 10 years ago.  Wow, It seems so weird to say that it has been that long ago.  He was a wonderful man and loved us kids so much.  I was pregnant with HannahGrace when he died and I think so many times about how he would have been so in love with my kids and the other great-grandkids too.  We love you grandaddy, Happy Birthday.  I can only imagine what it must be like to have Jesus at your birthday party...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-4023795979685291782?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/4023795979685291782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=4023795979685291782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/4023795979685291782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/4023795979685291782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-memory.html' title='In memory...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2220980361827217180</id><published>2009-01-24T12:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:29:02.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's at Upward</title><content type='html'>Carter is playing Upward basketball at Bethel Baptist Church.  He loves to play any kind of sport.  He and our next door neighbor, Jordan are best buddies and play on the same team.  They are use to playing basketball in the driveway where anything goes. You can tackle, slap, hit, trip, or whatever you need to get the ball.  Well, I guess 7 year old's can't really separate the two environments so when it is his time to get out there and play, it's "game on".  He doesn't deliberately hurt anyone and hasn't to date, but it is hysterical watching his backyard basketball techniques together with the shy kids who are running around praying that they don't have to touch the ball.  God love him for his enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SXtcjDTAbkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1YRpxJZgXG8/s1600-h/Jan+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294927544154353218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SXtcjDTAbkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1YRpxJZgXG8/s320/Jan+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294927674983883218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SXtcqqrModI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QYQpQh3Xz-c/s320/Jan+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-2220980361827217180?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2220980361827217180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2220980361827217180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2220980361827217180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2220980361827217180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturdays-at-upward.html' title='Saturday&apos;s at Upward'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SXtcjDTAbkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1YRpxJZgXG8/s72-c/Jan+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-7423482810868277843</id><published>2009-01-15T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:52:14.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some snow days, only it's not a snow day...</title><content type='html'>Well we are out of school tomorrow because it is cold.  How crazy is that?  Don't get me wrong, I am THRILLED to death!!  This is one of the reasons that I became a teacher...so I could be home with my kids on days like this.  We are planning on taking full advantage of the day.  1st priority: sleep in!!  Then we are going to see "Hotel for Dogs", now we get to go during the day when it's cheaper instead of catching the evening show.  The only bad thing about the day is that Tim has to work tomorrow night so he has to sleep for part of the day.  That is our movie time.  With him working night we have learned to strategically plan things while he is sleeping so the house is quiet.  Not a lot going on with the Preston's, so this is a good thing.  One more thing I wanted to mention...tonight HG and I were headed out to the video store for some movies and as I came out of the entrance to the subdivision, across the highway was a house on fire.  It was fully engulfed in flames.  We pulled over right there and said a prayer for those people.  It is such a sinking feeling to see such a sight.  I can only imagine what the owners of that home are dealing with right now.  Please say a prayer for these people, whom ever they are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-7423482810868277843?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/7423482810868277843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=7423482810868277843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7423482810868277843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7423482810868277843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-me-some-snow-days-only-its-not.html' title='I love me some snow days, only it&apos;s not a snow day...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6089543061027844460</id><published>2009-01-10T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:16:54.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SWjXBweLiUI/AAAAAAAAANw/h1S8OdC_I-E/s1600-h/Jan+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289714187537975618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SWjXBweLiUI/AAAAAAAAANw/h1S8OdC_I-E/s320/Jan+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two girls are best friends.  Hannah Grace and Anna Grace.  They have been thick-as-thieves since they were in Kindergarten together.  They love each other so much and I am so thankful that they are friends.  You just never know who your kids will pick for friends and I don't think HG could have done any better.  We are so thankful that Anna comes from such a great family and home.  I know the girls will look back at these days when they are older, and still friends, and know that these are the best days of their lives.  We love you Anna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SWjW7-GXKCI/AAAAAAAAANo/RfglviRCELs/s1600-h/Jan+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289714088116955170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SWjW7-GXKCI/AAAAAAAAANo/RfglviRCELs/s320/Jan+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-6089543061027844460?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6089543061027844460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6089543061027844460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6089543061027844460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6089543061027844460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SWjXBweLiUI/AAAAAAAAANw/h1S8OdC_I-E/s72-c/Jan+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8741474117040888853</id><published>2009-01-04T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:09:33.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Hi Ho it's back to school we go...</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe these last two weeks have gone by so fast.  It is unreal to me how times goes by faster and faster each year.  Remember the days when we were kids and the year seemed to go on forever?  I want time to be like that again.  Oh well, watcha gonna do? &lt;br /&gt;This year has already started off with a bang.  School is fixing to get back into swing.  Carter is playing basketball, HG is taking dance, and we are already getting calls about baseball and softball.  Before we know it Spring will be here and the year will be half over.  I am really trying to make a conscious effort to slow down and enjoy these years with the kids being young and having fun.  I don't want to look back and wish that I had done things differently.  Don't get me wrong, there will ALWAYS be things that I wish I had done differently but I mean as a whole, I don't want to have any regrets.  I am looking forward to what this new year has in store for my family. &lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck in this 2nd half of the school year.  I hope everyone reading this has a blessed year and may God Bless you and your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8741474117040888853?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8741474117040888853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8741474117040888853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8741474117040888853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8741474117040888853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-ho-hi-ho-its-back-to-school-we-go.html' title='Hi Ho Hi Ho it&apos;s back to school we go...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8503665006146732584</id><published>2008-12-29T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:14:33.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I have been out of school and I have blogged less than when I am in school.  Our family had a wonderful Christmas.  The kids got way too many things, as usual.  But we always say that is why we had them, so we could spoil them.  It doesn't help that their grandparents spoil them way beyond what we ever could.  We spent a lot of time visiting with family, this is my favorite part of Christmas.  So many people do not like the chaos of family but I tend to love being right in the middle of it. Call me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am looking forward to the new year.  I was filling out my new 2009 calender last night, putting in all the birthdays and other important dates that I didn't want to forget, and I was looking back at all that had gone on throughout 2008.  There were deaths, births, anniversaries, ball seasons, dance seasons, me graduating and getting a job, cars had been bought and sold (Tim) and so much more.  I can only begin to think of what things I will be looking back on this time next year.  There will be more of all the things just mentioned and so much more that will be happening in the lives of us all, how exciting, the fear and excitement of the unknown.  If I had to wrap up my thoughts for this year in a few simple words they would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;br /&gt;God given&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year from the Preston's!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8503665006146732584?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8503665006146732584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8503665006146732584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8503665006146732584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8503665006146732584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-877985036282370238</id><published>2008-12-20T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:47:19.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just had to share...the priorities of a seven year old</title><content type='html'>Earlier in the week our neighbors that live behind us thought they had a gas leak.  They called the Fire Dept. to come and check it out.  Come to find out they did not have a leak and everything was fine.  The next night Carter tells me that he has packed a bag that he can grab in a hurry if our house ever catches on fire.  I say, "That's a good idea Carter" and we go on with whatever it was that we were doing at the time.  Today, I was looking for some of his shoes in his room and he comes in and tells me, "There's my bag I have packed", then he left the room.  I looked in the bag, curious as to what his prized possessions where that had to make it out safe in case of a fire.  In his bag I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 band-aids&lt;br /&gt;2 gauze pads&lt;br /&gt;1 sample tube of Neoseporin&lt;br /&gt;2 karate belts, 1 yellow and one white&lt;br /&gt;1 Incredible Hulk blanket&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of Nike football cleats&lt;br /&gt;4 baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;1 sandwich bag full of baseball cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just never know what is important to a 7 year old, really&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-877985036282370238?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/877985036282370238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=877985036282370238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/877985036282370238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/877985036282370238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-had-to-sharethe-priorities-of.html' title='Just had to share...the priorities of a seven year old'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-3908461448495529632</id><published>2008-12-19T20:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:16:33.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is almost here!!!</title><content type='html'>My kids are getting really excited about Christmas almost being here. They have their countdown chains made and are tearing them off each night. We usually try to do some fun Christmasy (is that a word?) things the week or so before to really get in the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281688535798306194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SUxTvV6C1ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/2oWC7qq2D2E/s320/misc+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281688461779678066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SUxTrCKoM3I/AAAAAAAAANY/S_WkA9qkgPY/s320/misc+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281688320050190210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SUxTiyLr14I/AAAAAAAAANQ/w8zMboPwvhk/s320/misc+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281688268534916450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SUxTfyRfJWI/AAAAAAAAANI/jK-jlZkEH3U/s320/misc+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went to "Winter Wonderland" in Springfield on Thursday night.  It was really nice.  They had scenes and a lighted path to walk along.  They also had a mule drawn carriage that took you around the lake. And the best part of all was that it was FREE!&lt;br /&gt;We will also go to Tim's work (Goodlettsville City Hall) and the kids like to run around all the decorations that they have there. We will make reindeer food and Christmas cookie a couple of nights before Christmas Eve.  And who knows what else we will find to get into.  It's just all-in-all a great time of year and I cherish these memories with my kids so much because I know they won't want to do these things forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-3908461448495529632?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/3908461448495529632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=3908461448495529632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3908461448495529632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3908461448495529632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-almost-here.html' title='Christmas is almost here!!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SUxTvV6C1ZI/AAAAAAAAANg/2oWC7qq2D2E/s72-c/misc+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-3386376769806221408</id><published>2008-12-14T21:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:59:40.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools almost out!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure who is more excited about school being out, me or my kids.  The kids in my class have pretty much already checked out.  It is getting really hard to keep them under control and on top of them being extremely ready to be out of school, they have mid-term exams this week.&lt;em&gt;  I'm sure they will do really well on those.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my two kids are getting really excited too.  I can't believe that Santa comes in 10 days.  HG is 9 years old and I know the clock is ticking for Santa so I am really trying to hang on as long as I can.  Carter is primed up for Santa and is really worried about this whole naughty and nice thing.  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-3386376769806221408?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/3386376769806221408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=3386376769806221408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3386376769806221408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3386376769806221408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/12/schools-almost-out.html' title='Schools almost out!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5850442224983621674</id><published>2008-12-07T15:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:01:42.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' it real</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.breagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brea&lt;/a&gt; often writes about being &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;. I love to read those because it is always a reminder of how we are all human and if we would just keep it &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;there would be a lot more clarity in this world. Well here is my most recent &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids attend Greenbrier Elementary School they are in 1st and 4th grade. We rec'd a note that came home with each child asking if anyone would like to adopt an angel or if anyone was in need of being an angel. After a life lesson talk with my kids they each decided to adopt a child that was around the same age and was the same gender. So yesterday I was a Target getting some shopping done while Tim was sleeping and the kids were hanging out with Granna (Tim's mom). So I start looking for things for our little angels. Now keep in mind they ask that we buy an entire outfit for these kids, shirt, pants, underwear, socks, and shoes. I go over all of the sale racks piece by piece trying to find the cheapest piece of clothing that doesn't look like the cheapest piece of clothing, then I go to the underwear and try to find the cheapest pack of underwear there is. I didn't get shoes there because there weren't any on sale cheap enough, I figured I could get some cheaper later. Is the selfishness making you sick yet? So I get home and like a ton of bricks hitting me, I realize what a selfish person I am. I would never be this bargain conscious with clothes for my kids. Here I am pinching pennies with things for these kids who &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;need my help. And for my kids (who need NOTHING) I don't give it a second thought. What am I teaching my kids? I shutter to think of the example that I am setting for them. My intention is to go shopping again this week with my kids and re-do what I have so badly messed up, which is the true meaning of giving unselfishly, the way that God has taught us to. This Christmas we are fortunate to have more income than we have in a long time. I am so ashamed that it has not been my thoughts to use that extra to help others. Lord, please help me to keep my eyes on you and the meaning of this season. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5850442224983621674?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5850442224983621674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5850442224983621674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5850442224983621674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5850442224983621674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/12/keepin-it-real.html' title='Keepin&apos; it real'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6569476171725332095</id><published>2008-11-27T23:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:36:28.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;Do any of you ever feel guilty for being thankful?  I know that sounds really strange to think about, but when I think about all of the things that I am thankful for, I start to feel guilty for being so blessed.  I feel guilty because there are so many people out there who are hurting; hurting for reasons that I can only imagine what it would be like to go through.  Yet, here I sit, in my wonderful home, with my wonderful husband and kids, spent the day with my wonderful family, and all of the other wonderful things that I have been blessed with...health, job, husband's job, healthy kids, great neighbors, I could go on and on.  And what did I do to deserve all of this? NOTHING.  God loves me so much that He has blessed me with all of these.  All I have to do is live for Him to the best of my ability.  Now don't get me wrong, that is no easy task.  There are days when living for Him is further from my mind than others ( I AM human, ya know), but what an incredible feeling to know that God has my every thought, fear and desire in His hands and is blessing me all the while.  Thank you God for all of the blessings in my life.  The blessings that are so obvious and the blessings that I may not realize yet are blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent at my Uncle Mike and Aunt Nona's house with my Grandmother, parents, brother, aunts, uncles, and cousins.  We all had way too much to eat but enjoyed the fellowship.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-s-oH3nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lnldQpgt1-w/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572999864770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-s-oH3nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lnldQpgt1-w/s320/Thanksgiving+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HG riding "Cisco"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-naJ4JxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FBWVeiv6rs0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572904174888722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-naJ4JxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FBWVeiv6rs0/s320/Thanksgiving+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carter riding "Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-bpRne6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FRpEOMB5III/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572702075452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-bpRne6I/AAAAAAAAAMI/FRpEOMB5III/s320/Thanksgiving+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dalton's vs. The Preston's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-UkW6EWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/b5XqG99cq1I/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572580496380258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-UkW6EWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/b5XqG99cq1I/s320/Thanksgiving+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HG and Savannah (her cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-O16IkkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X-UrIRDd4jc/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273572482128319042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-O16IkkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X-UrIRDd4jc/s320/Thanksgiving+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granny and the kids playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-6569476171725332095?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6569476171725332095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6569476171725332095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6569476171725332095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6569476171725332095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SS9-s-oH3nI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lnldQpgt1-w/s72-c/Thanksgiving+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5303506066811414430</id><published>2008-11-15T20:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:52:08.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it has been so long since I have posted. I get caught up in reading everyone else's that I forget to post on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from having dinner with Tim's mom. Today is her birthday. She is 66. She would kill me if she knew that I just posted her age on here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all trying to stay warm. I can't believe how cold it is getting. I have to say that I prefer summer over winter any day. But I had better bundle up and wait until it's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are great, the kids are great. I hope all that are reading this are doing well too. I am posting some pictures of miscellaneous things: the kids acting crazy, Carter at the pumpkin patch, and Bobcat prowl at GES. Until next time...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081666390260274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-J29m2-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/0uugu6XwByE/s320/11-15+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081510237140722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-Jt35DdvI/AAAAAAAAALA/tRH94HJ94JA/s320/11-15+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081318197061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-JisfIZkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dPpU3IsqYHU/s320/11-15+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081193043819858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-JbaQRfVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/5LFm6B-NcyQ/s320/11-15+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269081020528807090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-JRXlfTLI/AAAAAAAAAKo/A8KbwCT-QzI/s320/11-15+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269082566219613154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-KrVu5Q-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/pkNidpkhr08/s320/11-15+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5303506066811414430?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5303506066811414430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5303506066811414430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5303506066811414430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5303506066811414430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SR-J29m2-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/0uugu6XwByE/s72-c/11-15+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8381246114961956546</id><published>2008-11-04T21:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:26:22.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQya6t7rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/almrdYeOD9E/s1600-h/11-4+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265007897777925810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQya6t7rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/almrdYeOD9E/s320/11-4+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQaTvIn4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NBxi7vHu-gc/s1600-h/11-4+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265007483533434754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQaTvIn4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/NBxi7vHu-gc/s320/11-4+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQTAwhIaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HH_BSC4ZjdA/s1600-h/11-4+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265007358179877282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQTAwhIaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HH_BSC4ZjdA/s320/11-4+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQKxqck9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sR_OvynwjdA/s1600-h/11-4+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265007216688927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQKxqck9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sR_OvynwjdA/s320/11-4+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents kept the kids today while Tim was sleeping and I had to work.  I got there to pick them up and they were playing in a pile of leaves in their back yard.  The kids were running and jumping in them like they were a bottomless pit.  I was thinking about how fun it would be to do that myself, but, holy cow how that would hurt for days on end.  Isn't it amazing how our bodies change and we wouldn't even consider doing some of the things that we did when we were kids.  I guess that's one of the reason we are given children is to remember how wonderful those days were and to cherish them with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8381246114961956546?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8381246114961956546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8381246114961956546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8381246114961956546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8381246114961956546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREQya6t7rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/almrdYeOD9E/s72-c/11-4+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-1841437290649572865</id><published>2008-11-04T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:15:47.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265005845968934338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREO6_VVVcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_zxqV6X5mwI/s320/11-4+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREPD9bOYdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4l5c9dRlJUg/s1600-h/11-4+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265006000075596242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREPD9bOYdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4l5c9dRlJUg/s320/11-4+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREO_FPTxyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pkuh-CNiq-s/s1600-h/11-4+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265005916273755938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREO_FPTxyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pkuh-CNiq-s/s320/11-4+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, a great time was had by all.  Our family tradition is that we all go to my mom and dad's for hot dogs and desert, then on to EVERY single house in the neighborhood.  Tim's mom, my grandparents, Scott and Christie and kids and pretty much anyone else who wants to come is there.  We eat, feed the spooks, see all the family and cousins and of course get enormouse amounts of candy.  Thanks mom and dad for the wonderful memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8402836408733975333-1841437290649572865?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/1841437290649572865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=1841437290649572865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1841437290649572865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1841437290649572865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SREO6_VVVcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_zxqV6X5mwI/s72-c/11-4+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-7979546818107699038</id><published>2008-10-28T20:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:59:59.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival of Marriage</title><content type='html'>Wow!! What a great weekend. We (Tim and I) along with My mom and dad and brother and sister-in-law went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ridgecrest&lt;/span&gt;, North Carolina for the "Fall Festival of Marriage". I have to say I was somewhat nervous about what to expect for this past weekend. But oh, what a wonderful weekend. We were able to pick 6 out of about 10 workshops to attend that best fit our marriage and/or things that pertained to us. Some of the workshops included Conflict, Sex, Dating and several others. Each day ended with a worship service that had more impact on my life and marriage than I could have ever thought possible. The last night after the service there was a candlelight service where all of the couples renewed their vows. This may sound kind-of generic but it was very emotional and a beautiful experience. We will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be going back next year and I would encourage anyone who reads this to look on &lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/ev/events_detail_mainpage/0,2232,E%253D166%2526M%253D200975,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lifeway's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; website and check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FOM&lt;/span&gt; (Festival of Marriage) it will be the best investment that you could ever make in your marriage.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262388869144293234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SQfCy49Qr3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZMEbKMpjRMY/s320/IMG_9326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389175492383090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SQfDEuMVkXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/YIqxk_efCfA/s320/IMG_9454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262389079596526994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SQfC_I8-7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8UQhHe_wR2I/s320/IMG_9392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-7979546818107699038?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/7979546818107699038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=7979546818107699038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7979546818107699038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7979546818107699038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-festival-of-marriage.html' title='Fall Festival of Marriage'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SQfCy49Qr3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZMEbKMpjRMY/s72-c/IMG_9326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2366334375971422462</id><published>2008-10-06T22:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:50:42.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving with the Preston's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrba4dc-KI/AAAAAAAAAII/4uUEgp423zs/s1600-h/CIMG1332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254253170160105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrba4dc-KI/AAAAAAAAAII/4uUEgp423zs/s320/CIMG1332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252283488435266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOranRWc_EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CKMvKd-aPHY/s320/Pumpkins+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254253667771446562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrb32NPdSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P6nXKJrMDYo/s320/Pumpkins+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOra0volvLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x0FBjD-plYM/s1600-h/Pumpkins+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252514955869362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOra0volvLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x0FBjD-plYM/s320/Pumpkins+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrasi3TTaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mk6JiVm0PdA/s1600-h/Pumpkins+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252374088961442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrasi3TTaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Mk6JiVm0PdA/s320/Pumpkins+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252633534118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOra7pX2OuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7tXpGA8bIxw/s320/Pumpkins+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252953625909650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrbORzrWZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/40V9E9i5M1o/s320/Pumpkins+018.jpg" border="0" /&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/8402836408733975333-2366334375971422462?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2366334375971422462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2366334375971422462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2366334375971422462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2366334375971422462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving-with-prestons.html' title='Pumpkin Carving with the Preston&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOrba4dc-KI/AAAAAAAAAII/4uUEgp423zs/s72-c/CIMG1332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-7780625115314993853</id><published>2008-09-28T22:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:51:40.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun!!</title><content type='html'>Family Fishin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some friends that have a pond behind their house and they are so wonderful to let us come and fish whenever we want. This is one of our new found family hobbies. All you need is a hot dog for bait and a couple of poles and there are hours of entertainment for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282896639133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN-NVCiDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Ro9uGUqHvo/s320/9-08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN7FgPVdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YnKMvcgMsBg/s1600-h/9-08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282842999018962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN7FgPVdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YnKMvcgMsBg/s320/9-08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN1NA_eRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ts8lE78BeKk/s1600-h/9-08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282741936224530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN1NA_eRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ts8lE78BeKk/s320/9-08+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO BOBCATS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homecoming was Friday night. Our Bobcats are having a great season. We love going to these games. This is one of the few places where the community still gathers for the Friday night game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNhh3YF1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/WTr_ZjEr0uw/s1600-h/9-08+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282403935655762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNhh3YF1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/WTr_ZjEr0uw/s320/9-08+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember when the sound of the "Popsicle Man" coming made your heart race and want to jump out of your chest. Well the feeling is still the same with my kids. They won't hear a word I have said all day long but they can hear the ice cream truck 5 miles down the road. Oh to be a kid again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNc2ieHfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tYiCwGfYWvw/s1600-h/9-08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282323585768946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNc2ieHfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tYiCwGfYWvw/s320/9-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNYb83fNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/84wv9tdnS7w/s1600-h/9-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282247729249490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNYb83fNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/84wv9tdnS7w/s320/9-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carter is playing fall baseball in Greenbrier. So far their team is undefeated and they have 3 or 4 more games left. After fall baseball comes Upward Basketball. Never a dull moment but I wouldn't trade it for the world. We are so blessed to have healthy happy kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNL8TX9pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AiXJxq3Pd58/s1600-h/9-08+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282033075287698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBNL8TX9pI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AiXJxq3Pd58/s320/9-08+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-7780625115314993853?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/7780625115314993853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=7780625115314993853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7780625115314993853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/7780625115314993853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SOBN-NVCiDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1Ro9uGUqHvo/s72-c/9-08+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2895471311520111705</id><published>2008-09-17T20:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:08:53.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry mom and dad...</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have been somewhat infatuated with tattoos forever. I think they are so interesting. I think it is such an art and I like the stories behind the tattoos that people get. I'm not talking about the tattoo from the drunken night before the wedding or anything. I'm talking about the one's that truly have some meaning behind them. I have to admit, I am a regular watcher of "Miami Ink" and "LA Ink" on TLC. So all of this to say...I got my first tattoo. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247175434146746466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SNG2QbJ5EGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Zjx9385NvJc/s320/tatoo+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247175322471921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SNG2J7IieHI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iA1-f6YTodU/s320/tatoo+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It is on my ring finger.  And yes, it can be covered up by my wedding ring.  Needless to say, my parents were less than thrilled.  But Tim, thought it was pretty cool.  I didn't tell anyone that I was getting it done.  I just came home with it one day as a surprise.  Tim's reaction..."Is it real?".  Dad's reaction..."Well, now you don't have to show your driver's license for people to know you live in Robertson County".  For those of you who know my dad, you know that was the typical David Batson reaction.  All that matters, in actuality is that I LOVE it.  It is always a reminder of how permanent my love is for my wonderful husband.  I love you Tim, now and forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-2895471311520111705?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2895471311520111705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2895471311520111705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2895471311520111705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2895471311520111705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-mom-and-dad.html' title='Sorry mom and dad...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SNG2QbJ5EGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Zjx9385NvJc/s72-c/tatoo+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8734111201004563966</id><published>2008-09-09T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:21:15.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am meant to be!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have completed the first 4 1/2 weeks of school.  So far things are going great.  I keep wondering when all hell is going to break loose.  I am loving what I am doing.  I can honestly say now, without a doubt, that this is what I was put on this earth to do.  I love teaching.  6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders can be very challenging, but they are also craving so much attention, love, and understanding.  Don't get me wrong, I have a couple of goofballs that I could do without seeing everyday but the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;out weighs&lt;/span&gt; the bad by so much more. &lt;br /&gt;Things, so far, are working out really well at home.  I was really unsure how things would work out with me working full time.  Tim works nights so he is able to pick up the kids everyday from school.  He loves having that extra time with them.  Life is still pretty crazy with fall baseball and dance but I wouldn't have it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;God has blessed our family beyond what I ever thought possible.  I spent so much time worrying about a job and what about the kids and how will I ever get things done.  Well, I could really kick myself and I am still asking for forgiveness for the doubt that I had.  I guess the learning experience that came out of this has been a great testimony to share with others.  Isn't it amazing how hard times can make for such a wonderful testimony once you see that you lived through it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8734111201004563966?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8734111201004563966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8734111201004563966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8734111201004563966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8734111201004563966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-i-am-meant-to-be.html' title='Where I am meant to be!!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-1131887238321904337</id><published>2008-08-30T23:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:01:38.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Francis Albert</title><content type='html'>I am posting with a sad heart tonight.  Tim's grandmother passed away this evening.  She was 85 years old.  She was a wonderful lady, was loved by all, and will be truly missed. &lt;br /&gt;I am having such a hard time finding the right words to explain to HG and Carter about death.  My grandmother passed away this past November and it was hard then to answer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; questions.  Now here we are again.  They spent the night at my mom and dad's house and are going to church with them so I won't see them until tomorrow afternoon.  I know that HG is going to be so sad, not that Carter won't but she is much more emotional than him and she spent more time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt; than he did.  It is just so hard to explain to a child why death, sometimes, is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;I know that she is in heaven now and she is not having to complain about the food at the nursing home not having enough seasoning.  I'm sure the chef in heaven knows just the right amount to make it the way she likes it.  And I can't help but wonder if she is talking to Moses or Noah or some of the others that we have only read about.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt;, we will miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-1131887238321904337?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/1131887238321904337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=1131887238321904337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1131887238321904337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1131887238321904337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-memory-of-francis-albert.html' title='In memory of Francis Albert'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8376029467875563664</id><published>2008-08-23T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:56:55.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted, I know.  School is really overwhelming.  There is so much to do and not near enough time to do it in.  I think I could stay at the school 24 hours a day and still not feel like I am caught up.  I try to really use my time at school to get a lot done so I don't have to bring as much home.  All in all, though, I love it.  I am exactly where I am suppose to be.  God has placed me in a school that I really love being a part of and where I feel like I can really make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;My kids are really liking school.  HannahGrace is in the same class with her best friend Anna Grace.  Carter really likes his teacher and has a few kids from his class last year with him.  They are both doing great so far. &lt;br /&gt;Carter turned 7 the same week that school started.  7 going on 15.  He is playing fall baseball in Greenbrier and his first game is Tuesday.  There hasn't been much of a break since all-stars but I have to admit I have really missed watching him play.  HG starts dance on Monday.  She is really excited to get back into that.  This is her 7th year taking dance.  She is actually taking 2 things this year for the first time.  She is taking tumbling and hip-hop. &lt;br /&gt;Tim is still working nights, 6pm to 6am.  So far it has really worked out great with the kids because he is able to pick them up from school everyday.  They love it to.  He may possibly be going to days before to long.  That may be interesting.  It will be the first time since we have been married that he will have normal work hours.  We may actually be able to function like a normal family.  Whatever that is. &lt;br /&gt;Well that is all of the updates that I have for now.  I have a ton of papers to grade.  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8376029467875563664?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8376029467875563664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8376029467875563664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8376029467875563664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8376029467875563664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-1130715681790180662</id><published>2008-08-06T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:01:04.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is in session!!</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of class.  It was a great day!  I loved the way the kids came in really nervous and scared and how they left feeling a little more comfortable with what they were about to encounter...6th grade.  I am really excited about what is to come in this school year and I am looking so forward to getting inside the minds of my students.  These are a couple of pictures from my classroom before I put anything on the walls so it looks pretty bare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SJo5YE-A8FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JGHPSErsWT8/s1600-h/img_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231557002957746258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SJo5YE-A8FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JGHPSErsWT8/s320/img_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tim and my parents have been so wonderful helping me get things ready.  They have cleaned out, cleaned up, painted, and so much more.  I could have never been ready without them.  Thanks so much ya'll, I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SJo5H1pTkHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uU-pspdRXmM/s1600-h/img_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231556723966447730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SJo5H1pTkHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uU-pspdRXmM/s320/img_0491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was really great but it was only a half day.  I hope my blogs continue with this spirit by the end of next week and throughout the year.&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/8402836408733975333-1130715681790180662?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/1130715681790180662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=1130715681790180662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1130715681790180662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/1130715681790180662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-is-in-session.html' title='School is in session!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SJo5YE-A8FI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JGHPSErsWT8/s72-c/img_0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-3634640578154028824</id><published>2008-07-30T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:57:36.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for school</title><content type='html'>I have been frantically getting my classroom ready for school to begin.  I decided on Monday  to go ahead and paint the room while I didn't have anything on the walls.  So yesterday, my mom, Tim, and I painted.  Two walls are royal blue and the other 2 are lime green.  I now just have to buy the stuff to put on my walls and get a little more organized.  I am still so nervous about what to do on the first day, and well, all the days after that.  There are 9 sixth grade teachers and I feel like they pretty much know what the other teachers are covering in each subject, I just hope that I am somewhere close to what they are doing.  I will take pictures tonight and put them on here.  I am really proud of how it has turned out.  Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-3634640578154028824?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/3634640578154028824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=3634640578154028824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3634640578154028824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3634640578154028824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-ready-for-school.html' title='Getting ready for school'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8666401940473760205</id><published>2008-07-26T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:25:22.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, we made it back home safe and sound. It really is good to be back home and we can't wait to sleep in our own bed tonight. I have been spending hours unpacking, getting the animals situated again and trying to get things back to normal (if there is such a thing). We had such a great time. I know there are a lot of people who don't care much for big family vacations but I absolutely love them. There were 10 of us, my mom and dad, my brother and his family and my family. We are so very blessed to have a close family that all get along. I already can't wait to go again next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now begins the preparation for school. I am going to sign my contract on Monday at 9:30 then I will be going to the school to see my classroom. My mind is going crazy trying to figure out what to do next. There are so many things that need to be done but so many more things that I don't even know that need to be done. I guess this is all part of 1st year teacher jitters. I know there are a thousand questions that I want to ask, if only I knew what questions those were. Then a few minutes ago I realized that I haven't purchased the kids' school supplies yet and I haven't planned Carter's birthday party that is in less than 2 weeks.  I can't decide if I should panic yet.  I am really going to try and get a lot of these things done tomorrow (Sun)  because I know I will be in total teacher mode after Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks so much to all of you who have prayed for me and listened to me whine about finding a job.  I have learned so much about patience through this process and I have been given another wonderful example to share with others of how God always provides and how He is on His timetable not mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8666401940473760205?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8666401940473760205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8666401940473760205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8666401940473760205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8666401940473760205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-what.html' title='Now what?'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2958316501316728672</id><published>2008-07-23T18:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:08:38.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfDkEmA3qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IBhzsmnN3f4/s1600-h/July+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226360917062639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfDkEmA3qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IBhzsmnN3f4/s320/July+2008+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really big waves. Red flags where up on Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfCVKTHhRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yi9m6wdHVVw/s1600-h/July+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226359561384330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfCVKTHhRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yi9m6wdHVVw/s320/July+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfCLLYlz6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/G7_N0RvOfjM/s1600-h/July+2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226359389877030818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfCLLYlz6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/G7_N0RvOfjM/s320/July+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfB7FqkjbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7_cGciip4PI/s1600-h/July+2008+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226359113463926194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfB7FqkjbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7_cGciip4PI/s320/July+2008+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you say..."sun grins"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfBx4DeuuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FOLzikbTplU/s1600-h/July+2008+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226358955191483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfBx4DeuuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FOLzikbTplU/s320/July+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls have a new talent...&lt;br /&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/8402836408733975333-2958316501316728672?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2958316501316728672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2958316501316728672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2958316501316728672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2958316501316728672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-pics.html' title='Vacation Pics...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SIfDkEmA3qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IBhzsmnN3f4/s72-c/July+2008+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-3747894334549372484</id><published>2008-07-22T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:14:00.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So my goal was to have a job before I went on vacation, but I never thought I would get a job while I was on vacation.  The p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rincipal&lt;/span&gt; called me yesterday (Mon.) morning wanting to do a phone interview.  I called her back in the afternoon and she said that she would check my references and call me back.  As soon as I got up this morning (Tues.) she called and offered me the position.  I am now a 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greenbrier&lt;/span&gt; Middle School, teaching math, reading, and language arts.  I am so relieved to have a job and have spent most of the day thanking God for taking care of me as He always does and also asking for forgiveness for ever doubting Him. &lt;br /&gt;Well, we are headed back to the beach!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-3747894334549372484?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/3747894334549372484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=3747894334549372484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3747894334549372484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/3747894334549372484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-job.html' title='I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6263649317063284397</id><published>2008-07-20T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:37:33.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of vacation...</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it safe and sound.  It was a long day of driving and the kids were pretty rowdy most of the trip.  We were pretty much exhausted so we went to the grocery, got some pizza, ate ice cream and went to bed.  After a much needed good night of sleep we all got up around 10am.  Did I mention there are 10 of us.  My mom and dad, brother and his family, and our family.  We all get along great so we are having a great time.  We spent the day at the pool and then on to the beach, no one is too fried yet so I guess we will be back at it again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-6263649317063284397?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6263649317063284397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6263649317063284397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6263649317063284397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6263649317063284397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-day-of-vacation.html' title='1st day of vacation...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5031976035965237961</id><published>2008-07-17T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:06:30.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for vacation!</title><content type='html'>It is such a shame that getting ready for vacation is such hard work.  I have been preparing in the back of my mind all week.  Strategically using the milk so it will work out just right so that I won't have to buy any but that we won't waste any either, trying figure out which clothes to wear so that I don't have to do so much laundry the day before we leave.  Anyway, I guess in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; way it sort of makes the few days before leaving a little more exciting.  I did finally find someone to keep our dog.  A lady that works at the police department with Tim is going to keep her.  That is such a load off.  As much as I hate to admit it, I really am going to miss the dog. &lt;br /&gt;I still don't have a job.  My goal was to have a job before vacation but it looks like God has a different plan for me and I have to accept that.  There have been many doors that have been shut, but I know that others are opening.  I am still working on being patient.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post while we are in FL with pics if I can. &lt;br /&gt;BEACH OR BUST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5031976035965237961?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5031976035965237961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5031976035965237961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5031976035965237961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5031976035965237961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-ready-for-vacation.html' title='Getting ready for vacation!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8165446551778439260</id><published>2008-07-11T19:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:31:15.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening to our marriages?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is happening to our marriages?  In the past three days I have found out of two couples we know that are divorcing.  Both of these couples are people that we thought had the perfect marriage and the perfect family.  These just go to show that we have no idea what is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt; behind closed doors.  I am the first to admit that I do not have the perfect marriage but I know now more than ever that I cannot let my guard down.  I cannot let Satan enter my marriage.  We are all human and we all make mistakes.  But I think we have to also walk in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; shoes (our spouses, that is).  I know that I am guilty of going along in this life in my own world, tending to the kids, looking for work, house stuff and everything else that occupies my time, thinking about myself and what all I am dealing with.  I find myself sometimes ignoring my husband and what he needs from me, which mostly, is my time.  I forget how important it is sometimes to show my husband how much I appreciate him and how important he is to not only me but our family.  I also have to remember that he is human and whatever needs he is not getting from me he could very well get them somewhere else, even if this means just an ear to listen.  I have had a wake-up call over the last few days that I have to continue to work on my marriage and not get too comfortable in the everyday stuff, but really and truly be the wife that God intended me to be.  Tim and I are going to attend the "Festival of Marriage" in October that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lifeway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sponsors&lt;/span&gt;.  I am excited but at the same time nervous that I will find out that I am not giving everything I have to our marriage.  I am excited that we will be given tools to continue to grow with each other in the years to come.  I would like to challenge anyone reading this to stop and think about your marriage.  Is there anything more that you can do to show your spouse that they are appreciated and let them know that your marriage is a priority.  Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8165446551778439260?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8165446551778439260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8165446551778439260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8165446551778439260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8165446551778439260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-happening-to-our-marriages.html' title='What is happening to our marriages?'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5383394605882348754</id><published>2008-07-01T23:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:55:24.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy sitter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGsKLJiR_GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yuwgIYBJwH0/s1600-h/MayJune+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218275779893394530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGsKLJiR_GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yuwgIYBJwH0/s320/MayJune+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was wondering if anyone had any experience with boarding a dog. We are going on vacation in a couple of weeks and I am not sure what to do with our dog Miley. My mother-in-law said that she would keep her but I know that she is not crazy about the idea. She has a 14 year old cat who also will not be crazy about the idea. I have heard of people boarding dogs but I am not sure exactly what they do. I have this terrible picture in my head of her sitting in a cage all day and night for a week and I could not handle that. Please let me know if any of you have any thoughts or suggestions. Thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5383394605882348754?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5383394605882348754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5383394605882348754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5383394605882348754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5383394605882348754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/07/doggy-sitter.html' title='Doggy sitter...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGsKLJiR_GI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yuwgIYBJwH0/s72-c/MayJune+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2085715274853764062</id><published>2008-06-28T17:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:31:21.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Grace's All-Stars are over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGbI-0C0nXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nFWincxO3XE/s1600-h/6-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217078199803223410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGbI-0C0nXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nFWincxO3XE/s320/6-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, ball season is officially over. HG's team came in 3rd in her tournament. They did so well and absolutely played their hearts out. The girls were heartbroken over the loss but it was short lived. After they got their medals, a pep-talk, and the promise of a big end-of-season party they were all smiles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGa5Sq9-IuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BL_iAANGNbs/s1600-h/img_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217060948778296034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGa5Sq9-IuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BL_iAANGNbs/s320/img_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She hit better during All-Stars than she had been. I guess she knew she had to turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGa5F5RAOuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S7tImyrkPfc/s1600-h/img_0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217060729277922018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGa5F5RAOuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/S7tImyrkPfc/s320/img_0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HG's biggest fan!!&lt;br /&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/8402836408733975333-2085715274853764062?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2085715274853764062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2085715274853764062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2085715274853764062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2085715274853764062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/hannah-graces-all-stars-are-over.html' title='Hannah Grace&apos;s All-Stars are over...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGbI-0C0nXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nFWincxO3XE/s72-c/6-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-247856275012311654</id><published>2008-06-23T21:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:10:33.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One down, One to go...</title><content type='html'>Carter's team finished their tournament on Sunday afternoon.  They lost, but came in third place.  I am so proud of him and his team. I think the parents are more heart broken than the kids. They had a great time which is what it's all about.  We now have a little bit of a break before fall baseball starts.  But Carter loves baseball and would play everyday of he could.  I try not to complain because I know the day will come when we will miss these wonderful times.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278115575873138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGBj0HvEvnI/AAAAAAAAADs/gZaqkFdJAHM/s320/June+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278309945451954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGBj_b0ZJbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YSaq8Cyv0VA/s320/June+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278412610893410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGBkFaRvdmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/W8wQ_qFn3y8/s320/June+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278499122217842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGBkKcjpg3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/bd6RnlaCc44/s320/June+2008+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow night HG starts her tournament in White House.  She is really excited.  This is her first ball tournament so she doesn't really know what to expect.  I am just so glad that all of her games are at night.  I'll have pictures of hers when we get them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-247856275012311654?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/247856275012311654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=247856275012311654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/247856275012311654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/247856275012311654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-down-one-to-go.html' title='One down, One to go...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SGBj0HvEvnI/AAAAAAAAADs/gZaqkFdJAHM/s72-c/June+2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5197588197195754309</id><published>2008-06-20T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:02:23.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to brag!!</title><content type='html'>Carter had his first All-Star game tonight.  His team won 25-9.  He is such a good first baseman.  We play again tomorrow (Sat) at 10:30, then again sometime Sat. evening.  I will get pics on here soon of the big games. &lt;br /&gt;HG starts her tournament on Tuesday of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. To those who have responded to me whining about a job...Thank you so much for your encouragement and friendship!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5197588197195754309?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5197588197195754309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5197588197195754309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5197588197195754309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5197588197195754309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-to-brag.html' title='I have to brag!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6464126373288703359</id><published>2008-06-17T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:38:27.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see it, now you don't...</title><content type='html'>So, I got an e-mail last week from the VP at Robert F. Woodall Elem. in White House telling me that she would be in the office this Tues, Wed, and Thurs. For me to call on Tues. (today) and set up a time to come in that she would love to talk to me. Apparently, she called the board of Education and they recommended me to her. I have a good friend that was just hired there to teach 5th and she was told by another teacher that they had another 5th grade position open that had not been posted. So I am really excited about getting to meet with her because 5th grade is exactly the grade that I am wanting to teach. Well, I called this morning and talked to her for a little while, she seems really interested in what I have to say and we meet at 1:00 to talk further. The interview went great (better than I even expected). Once we finished talking about school stuff she says, "I had planned on you leaving here with me offering you a teaching position in 5th grade. I am more than impressed with you and what all we have talked about, BUT (don't you just love that word...) the "board" called me an hour ago and they filled the position with a transfer teacher." WHAT...ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated with "the board". The very people that recommended me for this job took it out from under me in a matter of days. I went from being on cloud 9, just knowing that I was going to get to come home and tell Tim those sweet words that he has been waiting for several years to hear, "Honey, I got a job!!" to feeling like I had been kicked in the gut. So now, back to the waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;God, please grant me patience as I wait on your plan for me. Teach me, Lord, to wait with faith and expectancy, and may my trials be seen as times for growth in grace. Amen&lt;br /&gt;“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” —Galatians 6:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-6464126373288703359?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6464126373288703359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6464126373288703359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6464126373288703359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6464126373288703359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-you-see-it-now-you-dont.html' title='Now you see it, now you don&apos;t...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-2420718520141515067</id><published>2008-06-15T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:47:42.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFVVpocNO0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uo-wmKGDS9Q/s1600-h/stacy+preston+074+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212166317469940546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFVVpocNO0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uo-wmKGDS9Q/s200/stacy+preston+074+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Father's Day to my wonderful husband! I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband who is such a great father to our kids. He adores his children and would give them the moon if they asked. I thank God each day that he is in our lives and I can't imagine a day going by without his love and support. I love you honey, more than words can say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-2420718520141515067?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/2420718520141515067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=2420718520141515067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2420718520141515067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/2420718520141515067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFVVpocNO0I/AAAAAAAAADU/Uo-wmKGDS9Q/s72-c/stacy+preston+074+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-6798024246907339495</id><published>2008-06-12T17:32:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:49:31.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating and Funny Pics...</title><content type='html'>My mom, me, HG, and Carter went skating today. It brings back so many memories of going skating as a kid. Oh, how I miss those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211127343834420690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGktaCTVdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ziYmS10uU-c/s320/MayJune+2008+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211127470635451474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGk0yaBhFI/AAAAAAAAACE/QpAg3yBW61k/s320/Skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211127959582035746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGlRP3-TyI/AAAAAAAAACU/y8CinJX8uk0/s320/Skating+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was uploading these pictures I found some that I just had to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129016707997730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGmOx-cYCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/62r1FYiPPxM/s320/May+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                  HG in action... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128854361948786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGmFVMIQnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qmJ4CSoiZHo/s320/May+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Carter in action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128572850802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGl08epD-I/AAAAAAAAACs/mF4g6lgIpDo/s320/May+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                HG and Carter, Daddy is soooo proud!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128454879557026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGluFAGtaI/AAAAAAAAACk/MOx73EQuKac/s320/May+2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                        I swear, he will let her do ANYTHING to him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211128299191533410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGllBBL_2I/AAAAAAAAACc/Pk4QOOJWI_Y/s320/June.jpg" border="0" /&gt;       Future model?  Who knows. She loves to pose any chance she gets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-6798024246907339495?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/6798024246907339495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=6798024246907339495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6798024246907339495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/6798024246907339495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/skating-and-funny-pics.html' title='Skating and Funny Pics...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SFGktaCTVdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ziYmS10uU-c/s72-c/MayJune+2008+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8817929459024748255</id><published>2008-06-10T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:02:09.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Star season has officially begun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We have spent the last two nights at the ball field and have had supper at 9:30 both nights.  I keep wondering if I am a terrible mother but my kids would rather be at the ball field than eat supper.  So I guess if they are happy I am doing my job .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am having a terrible time figuring out what to get my father for Father's Day.  My dad is so wonderful and I feel like anything that I get him will not be enough.  What are all of you getting your dads for his big day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8817929459024748255?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8817929459024748255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8817929459024748255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8817929459024748255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8817929459024748255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-star-season-has-officially-begun.html' title='All-Star season has officially begun...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-5554873455696925335</id><published>2008-06-09T00:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:18:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress or Not to Stress?...That is the question...</title><content type='html'>I have been trying so hard not to stress out about not having a job yet. I am finding it harder and harder not to worry. From the beginning I told myself and everyone else that I was not going to worry because I know that God has a place for me. I know good and well that He will place me where He needs for me to use my talents most. Well, if I know this is true (and I do) then why am I worrying about it? I have faith, but why do I find myself doubting God? I know this is Satan playing off of my worry and I am all about shutting down this Satan character. So it is my challenge to you as well as myself to put away the worry. Shut satan down and let God do His work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-5554873455696925335?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/5554873455696925335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=5554873455696925335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5554873455696925335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/5554873455696925335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/stress-or-not-to-stressthat-is-question.html' title='Stress or Not to Stress?...That is the question...'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8586601223531361757</id><published>2008-06-08T00:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:26:16.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtq1qUNr8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htM5qZEQB6c/s1600-h/May+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209374864108793794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtq1qUNr8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htM5qZEQB6c/s320/May+2008+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah Grace just had her dance recital. She and the girls in her class (one being her cousin Savannah Dalton) did a great job! It is amazing how they come to life when they are on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Hannah Grace and Carter have made the All-Star teams for their age group in softball and baseball. They both love playing ball and I have to admit I love it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209376728124600274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtsiKUNr9I/AAAAAAAAABE/W2DKSsWzWDM/s320/May+2008+146.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209376947167932386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtsu6UNr-I/AAAAAAAAABM/UPLNZupr1CQ/s320/May+2008+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been taking the kids fishing at a friends pond.  I never thought fishing was my kind of thing but we have a great time and are making some wonderful family memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I am still job hunting. I graduated in May and I am wanting so badly to be a teacher at Greenbrier Elem. This is the school that my children attend I would love nothing more than to be where they are. I would also like to work at Watauga Elem., they are both really close to my house so either would be great!! I'll keep you posted on where I end up.&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/8402836408733975333-8586601223531361757?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8586601223531361757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8586601223531361757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8586601223531361757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8586601223531361757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest-happenings.html' title='Latest Happenings'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtq1qUNr8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/htM5qZEQB6c/s72-c/May+2008+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8402836408733975333.post-8879706873881786130</id><published>2008-06-08T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:12:05.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SEtpzaUNr6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/9YC6RSrTwz4/s1600-h/May+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been reading the blogs of several of my friends and reluctantly decided to try this myself. I keep thinking that there is no way I will have time to keep this up, but I am going to try. I love to share the experiences of my family with others so I figure what better way than this. There is always something interesting going on around here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8402836408733975333-8879706873881786130?l=hgpreston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/feeds/8879706873881786130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8402836408733975333&amp;postID=8879706873881786130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8879706873881786130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8402836408733975333/posts/default/8879706873881786130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hgpreston.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Stacey P.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10113672090423874988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F1233_AYlgQ/SZuAk7w8ipI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gbISySGL5mU/S220/skunk+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
