<?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-8982095485101416045</id><updated>2012-02-01T18:04:57.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE                        LAUGH                               LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'>Live life passionately. Laugh until your belly hurts. Most importantly, LOVE unconditionally.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-8409720426278298965</id><published>2009-07-18T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:33:42.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER!!!</title><content type='html'>So far summer has gone by waaayyyyy toooo quick!!! Lots has happened and there is still lots to do. To break it down...&lt;br /&gt;Happened: Married Stew on June 25th&lt;br /&gt;All-Stars for Austin (with practices and tournaments)&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon to Barbados for a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to happen: Summer class the week of the 27th of July&lt;br /&gt;Family vacation to Hilton Head (first real family vacation for us 4)&lt;br /&gt;Possible family time up at Deep Creek Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all mixed in with friends and family time! Having a blast so far and do NOT want summer to end! Way too much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to attach some pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-8409720426278298965?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8409720426278298965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=8409720426278298965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8409720426278298965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8409720426278298965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer.html' title='SUMMER!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5723865048774689629</id><published>2009-04-28T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:40:16.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Collin plays catcher for the first time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SfeTy9A9nAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/v9R2tv3aPVE/s1600-h/DSCF2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SfeTy9A9nAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/v9R2tv3aPVE/s320/DSCF2114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329891187597614082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SfeTqPbnLtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y092dyzaiHE/s1600-h/DSCF2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SfeTqPbnLtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Y092dyzaiHE/s320/DSCF2117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329891037922406098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5723865048774689629?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5723865048774689629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5723865048774689629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5723865048774689629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5723865048774689629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/collin-plays-catcher-for-first-time.html' title='Collin plays catcher for the first time!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SfeTy9A9nAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/v9R2tv3aPVE/s72-c/DSCF2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2169782229602490419</id><published>2009-04-19T06:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:43:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME PICS OF OPENING DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesOBjUvPCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wVBcCxh065o/s1600-h/DSCF2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesOBjUvPCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wVBcCxh065o/s320/DSCF2103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326366404120624162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesN69MHhII/AAAAAAAAAXs/MLyvVSuwFn4/s1600-h/DSCF2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesN69MHhII/AAAAAAAAAXs/MLyvVSuwFn4/s320/DSCF2102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326366290804704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesNdel2D7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kb3apZ-JWZ8/s1600-h/DSCF2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesNdel2D7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kb3apZ-JWZ8/s320/DSCF2100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326365784374906802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesNWdZ_TFI/AAAAAAAAAXc/eyQZdnecifY/s1600-h/DSCF2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesMnw4rjBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/KUOt_NNTWmU/s320/DSCF2094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326364861572811794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesMe-APkAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AnhEbuaVKw0/s1600-h/DSCF2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesMe-APkAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AnhEbuaVKw0/s320/DSCF2093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326364710475370498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesMX6KTzXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0amW7OVaBtc/s1600-h/DSCF2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesMX6KTzXI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0amW7OVaBtc/s320/DSCF2091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326364589184765298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2169782229602490419?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2169782229602490419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2169782229602490419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2169782229602490419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2169782229602490419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-pics-of-opening-day.html' title='SOME PICS OF OPENING DAY'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SesOBjUvPCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wVBcCxh065o/s72-c/DSCF2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7271594379859068905</id><published>2009-04-18T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:09:17.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>I will have pictures later, but what an amazing Opening Day at FLL. Collin moved up to the 7/8 league this year and is adjusting to playing with the "pitching machine", along with new players. He did a great job and worked well with his team. Although, I didn't see too much of the game because Austin was also playing. Stew helped out coaching with Collin's team and before I knew it the game was over. Collin only had 1 at bat (which I was there for) and then the game was pretty much over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin pitched his first game today on Opening Day and did an AWESOME job. Yes, I said pitched. He has never pitched before but really wanted to this year and was just given the opportunity to a few days ago. He did a good job then, so they used him today. Who would have known he would have done so well. I believe he pitched 3 maybe 3 1/2 innings and allowed only 2 hits. Don't know all the stats, but he completely shined today. Received 1 of the two game balls given out at the end of the game and was beaming from ear to ear. The TEAM won 9 to 2 and had a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add some pics later but wanted to share the great news of Opening Day here at Fruitland Little League. Way to go boys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7271594379859068905?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7271594379859068905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7271594379859068905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7271594379859068905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7271594379859068905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5474062843345268823</id><published>2009-02-10T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:34:57.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THUMP THUMP...THUMP THUMP</title><content type='html'>This past week has brought quite a new outlook on life. Or I should say, a reminder how quickly things change. I know... due to the loss of my husband and father to Austin and Collin how we shouldn't take a moment for granted. However, we fall back into that sense of security, and think that family will always be there. So when I received a phone call last Tuesday saying my father had a heart attack... my eyes were opened again. Dad is only 59 and since I was little has never had any kind of surgery or medical problems. Guess he was saving it all up for this year with 5 arteries clogged and needing open heart surgery. Can't be easy, right? Mom says, "Don't come down, he'll just have stints put in and should be home by tomorrow." HA! Little did they know that those 5 blockages were not going to be opened with stints and that he needed to have his chest cracked open. Great news is that dad is doing well and is home ( their home in Florida ) recovering. He has MANY restrictions and is being quite a bear to live with... but at least he is still here. Doctors were amazed that he didn't present with any symptoms, and was considered lucky because many people like him would of just had a massive heart attack at some point doing work around the house. Also a lucky man because they just came off a cruise. Imagine if he would have had a heart attack on the cruise. Anyways, I flew down early Wed. morning when the cath was being performed, and once I got off the plane in Fort Myers was told that he would need open heart the following morning. This leads me to my next problem. I tried to catch a flight out of Salisbury Tues. night... but oh no. Last flight was at 5:00. BWI.. 8:45 (not enough time) Philly was similar to BWI. What do we do if we NEED to get out of town that night? Luckily my dad didn't die, but he could have. Flights can come into Salisbury 9:30 / 10:00 ish, but no flights can leave. Don't understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovery will be a long road for my dad, but it did remind us all how quickly life can change. Mom and dad were happy to have me there and I didn't want to be anywhere else. We remembered those we have lost and that special bond that comes with being a family. Everybody enjoy your special family and make sure they know that they are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5474062843345268823?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5474062843345268823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5474062843345268823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5474062843345268823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5474062843345268823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/02/thump-thumpthump-thump.html' title='THUMP THUMP...THUMP THUMP'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-3250762445808117028</id><published>2009-01-12T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:13:43.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FLYS...</title><content type='html'>Wow! Looked at the last time I posted and the boys look so healthy.....NOT NOW! Holy cow is all I can say. Enjoyed the holidays this year but we all took our turn at getting sick. Collin decided to get very ill right on his last day of school..which of course was his party day. Woke up with 103.5 and continued for a week with off and on fevers and finally a rash at the end. Passed it right on to mom on Christmas day...luckily I just had a fever and crushing headache and was fine by the next morning. Austin was also blessed with the "virus" on Christmas day and a few days after. Stew eventually picked up something, but don't think it was a virus... just a nasty cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the house is virus free...right??? Oh no! Not our luck. Even though I have cleaned and used lysol throughout the entire house... Collin still gets another virus. High fever Saturday, puking on mom Sunday, high fevers continue, chills and shakes come...no relief for Collin. Doctor says today that it is another virus. I have taken off today, tomorrow and possibly Wednesday to stay with my little guy, but I am dying to know how he keeps picking this "virus" up. Last year Austin was my one that got very ill and now this year it's Collin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent last night looking at old videos of the boys when they were little. Amazing how quickly time goes by. Today Austin celebrated his 10th birthday. Holy cow again...10 years. I'm sitting in the doctors office today thinking about where the time has gone. Parents make sure you hold your children tight because they just seem to grow like weeds. Happy Birthday Austin and Collin PLEASE get better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-3250762445808117028?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3250762445808117028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=3250762445808117028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3250762445808117028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3250762445808117028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-flys.html' title='TIME FLYS...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5718132606285431663</id><published>2008-11-08T16:10:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:46:16.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>Wow, the past few months have flown by and so much has happened. With the dreary, rainy day today I finally have time to slow down and update my blog. Austin finished up his football season a few weeks ago: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYBgNLeaGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5nNjNjLQXDY/s1600-h/DSCF1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYBgNLeaGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5nNjNjLQXDY/s320/DSCF1810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266398467061606498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the boys to their first NFL game....SKINS of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCATOhJYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rurMVkmAx5w/s1600-h/DSCF1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCATOhJYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rurMVkmAx5w/s320/DSCF1856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266399018440795522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCTTQJb-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ms0hgOCfatk/s1600-h/DSCF1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCTTQJb-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ms0hgOCfatk/s320/DSCF1857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266399344865144802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCjowGmcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lfh9klR2KGM/s1600-h/DSCF1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYCjowGmcI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lfh9klR2KGM/s320/DSCF1860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266399625514228162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYC3oVS_rI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yTQsDJyQIV4/s1600-h/DSCF1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYC3oVS_rI/AAAAAAAAAVY/yTQsDJyQIV4/s320/DSCF1853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266399968999177906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could keep going with pictures of the Skins, but I better stop.&lt;br /&gt;Also, got engaged to Stewart at the Renaissance Festival. Crazy emotions here! Have not set any date yet, still blending together as four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYEdZ7Q0oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/E-3LDeEiXV8/s1600-h/DSCF1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYEdZ7Q0oI/AAAAAAAAAVg/E-3LDeEiXV8/s320/DSCF1851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266401717478544002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYExaspcRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wdA_yBeOebI/s1600-h/DSCF1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYExaspcRI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wdA_yBeOebI/s320/DSCF1850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266402061283062034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned 36... with a surprise party at my house. Knew something was up, so I did my best to have that "surprised" look on my face. Was an absolutely beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYFlTCQGjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OnYVYYa_eww/s1600-h/DSCF1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYFlTCQGjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/OnYVYYa_eww/s320/DSCF1895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266402952579390002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few nights later we had Halloween and visited a special family friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYGEXyQPsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3mlO_3-kfGU/s1600-h/DSCF1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYGEXyQPsI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3mlO_3-kfGU/s320/DSCF1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403486430412482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYGTW_iZKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bdIGL-dvWTA/s1600-h/DSCF1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYGTW_iZKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bdIGL-dvWTA/s320/DSCF1812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266403743915730082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't end the blog without mentioning that Stewart broke his wrist on the 14th of October and just last Monday had to have surgery with a plate and 7 or 8 screws put in. Lots of pain for him and major adjustments for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYHYR2HWII/AAAAAAAAAWI/G7KHXn7iLqg/s1600-h/DSCF1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYHYR2HWII/AAAAAAAAAWI/G7KHXn7iLqg/s320/DSCF1870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266404927945005186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off for now! Hope everyone is doing well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5718132606285431663?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5718132606285431663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5718132606285431663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5718132606285431663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5718132606285431663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-emotions.html' title='SWEET EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SRYBgNLeaGI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5nNjNjLQXDY/s72-c/DSCF1810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7420712661502395279</id><published>2008-10-11T12:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:12:15.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH...LOOKING BACK</title><content type='html'>Had a chance to glance back at some photos from our Christmas Vacation and realized how relaxed and calm we were. No school, no sports games, no meetings, etc. = No stress. While we can't afford this every year or even every other year, it is so great to look back at our peaceful faces. Trying to plan now a family vacation for the summer so I can have a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDdT1FdNcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LzL1EVK7FP0/s1600-h/2007_1229disney0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDdT1FdNcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LzL1EVK7FP0/s320/2007_1229disney0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255944097878586818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDdvLQCaMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uFDKcMU5agM/s1600-h/2007_1229disney0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDdvLQCaMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/uFDKcMU5agM/s320/2007_1229disney0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255944567685015746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDeIHkZ0bI/AAAAAAAAAP8/O51uYb4NZrw/s1600-h/2007_1229disney0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDeIHkZ0bI/AAAAAAAAAP8/O51uYb4NZrw/s320/2007_1229disney0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255944996193423794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7420712661502395279?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7420712661502395279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7420712661502395279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7420712661502395279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7420712661502395279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhlooking-back.html' title='AHHH...LOOKING BACK'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SPDdT1FdNcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/LzL1EVK7FP0/s72-c/2007_1229disney0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1722884607283812972</id><published>2008-09-14T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:09:41.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIGHT CLASS  VS. AGE</title><content type='html'>Austin had his first football game yesterday and it brought up some issues. One being : should we go by age or weight limit when playing football. Reason I'm asking is because the team they played from Virginia had two players that were well over 200pounds. Parents had their birth certificates with them to prove that they were only 10. &lt;br /&gt;Now... I have grown up on football and have a good understanding of the game. However, it has been a learning experience for me watching Austin go thru practices, putting on football gear (yuck)and dealing with the many strains, swelling, etc.. that go with the game. Contact sport indeed! So... seeing these guys yesterday made me think that we would be in the hospital at some time that day.. but luckily Austin made out o.k.&lt;br /&gt;So the question remains.. should they go by age and have players like yesterday destroy another team? Or go by weight limit? Weight limit would have some players in a higher age group and sometimes these kids don't get to play because they don't have the experience (because they don't get to play). Seems like there should be a happy medium... but it's one or the other. After yesterday I'm leaning more with the weight limit. Even though this most likely would leave out the really skinny kids and the overweight kids. Yes, they can go to a higher age limit but how much play time would they really get? Jeff would be a good person to answer this question with all his experience with football and coaching. I'm thinking there isn't an easy answer. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Austin wasn't injured in the game (as many were). The team lost I believe 21 to 0. Although Austin said it was 35 to 0. He could be right as I went to the concession stand for a little bit. But what a mess of a game. Like throwing lambs to the lions. Either it makes you tougher or you get injured trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1722884607283812972?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1722884607283812972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1722884607283812972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1722884607283812972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1722884607283812972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/09/weight-class-vs-age.html' title='WEIGHT CLASS  VS. AGE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2840344541282891905</id><published>2008-08-31T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:40:35.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTIONS TO PONDER</title><content type='html'>Was watching The Bucket List last night, and it brought out some insightful questions I have been thinking about. Luckily, my oldest was at a sleepover and Collin was half asleep from a busy day, so I could actually watch this alone and laugh and cry when I needed. Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman were excellent for the parts and brought forth humor to such a serious issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about these two questions: 1. Has your life been joyful?&lt;br /&gt;                                 2. Have you brought joy to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First question to me is somewhat easy...Yes! For the second, I would like to think that I have brought joy to others (but how do I really know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question: Would you want to know when it's your time to leave this earth?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I thought about that throughout the entire movie. I've been personally touched by loosing my sister and husband "without knowing". Never knew pain so much as those experiences. However, being with a loved one and watching them slowly die has to be horrible too. I guess I have concluded that no matter how it happens...it hurts just as bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Movie worth seeing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2840344541282891905?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2840344541282891905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2840344541282891905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2840344541282891905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2840344541282891905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/questions-to-ponder.html' title='QUESTIONS TO PONDER'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-9118849076817162996</id><published>2008-08-16T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:20:13.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH...ANOTHER SUMMER REWIND!!</title><content type='html'>This will be the last weekend before reality hits again...Ahhh! Can't complain at all about the summer except that it went way too quick. Maybe that old saying is correct,"Time flys when you're having fun." Looking back on the summer we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Family vacation on the Gulf...awesome time:)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sprained ankle..not so cool and still hurts!&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Cayman's getaway....ahhh&lt;br /&gt;4. Football camp in Pa....great to spend time with family:)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cookouts, swimming, and relaxing with friends...best people&lt;br /&gt;6. Elk's swimming...Collin going off the diving board :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Trips to O.C. riding rides and pizza....Yum!&lt;br /&gt;8. Many Shorebirds games...:)&lt;br /&gt;9. Montgomery Gentry in concert... a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are probably more exciting moments that I can't recall right now. What I learn and relearn every summer is how much family means. Can't put a price tag on watching your youngest learn how to swim, watching the sunset with someone you love, enjoying the company of close friends, who may as well be family. I will just need to remember all of this once I'm back at work and look forward to many more wonderful memories. Thanks to everyone who made this summer special for the boys and I!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-9118849076817162996?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9118849076817162996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=9118849076817162996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/9118849076817162996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/9118849076817162996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahhanother-summer-rewind.html' title='AHH...ANOTHER SUMMER REWIND!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-90423246176947342</id><published>2008-08-06T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:45:34.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DROP INS...JUST CURIOUS??</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to see how many people experience or enjoy drop ins from either family members or friends??? I mean the full no phone call, what's going on this evening, oh..that looks good what your making for dinner, let me stay a few hours and ask million upon million of questions, etc.. See my annoyance or frustration here? Now I have a few (possibly 4 or 5) family/friends that can drop by any time and come right on in with no problems. I don't worry what I look like, how the kids are, what the house looks like, etc.. They don't do this very often, but when it happens it's not a big deal...plus they don't alter my plans!! The occasional drop in by the neighbor who has a piece of your mail, or a quick question...No big deal. The occasional "church people" who drop by to pass out literature...No big deal. Didn't know if I was the only one who got annoyed by this experience. So, does it not bother you? Are you annoyed like me? Does it not happen to you enough to form an opinion? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have never been the type to pretend I wasn't home and not answer my door (one friend suggested I do that). I also have never talked to the culprits about this  because it happens ever so often...just to annoy me!! AHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-90423246176947342?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/90423246176947342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=90423246176947342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/90423246176947342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/90423246176947342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/drop-insjust-curious.html' title='DROP INS...JUST CURIOUS??'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7346654501292420911</id><published>2008-08-05T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:30:40.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARP DRESSED MAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi25hl3DtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1STHNB0Jw3s/s1600-h/DSCF1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi25hl3DtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1STHNB0Jw3s/s320/DSCF1704.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231132066576797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi2x9zcDNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H33qEoCJ2U0/s1600-h/DSCF1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi2x9zcDNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H33qEoCJ2U0/s320/DSCF1724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231131936710986962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi2mthMhfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WwvgmmRa1OY/s1600-h/DSCF1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi2mthMhfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WwvgmmRa1OY/s320/DSCF1706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231131743360943602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collin was once again in another wedding this past weekend. Did an awesome job, considering we really only knew the parents of the bride. I remember being pretty shy in my younger years and I don't think I could have puled off what he did. Way to go Collin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7346654501292420911?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7346654501292420911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7346654501292420911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7346654501292420911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7346654501292420911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/08/sharp-dressed-man.html' title='SHARP DRESSED MAN!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJi25hl3DtI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1STHNB0Jw3s/s72-c/DSCF1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5359235063607544651</id><published>2008-07-27T11:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:09:31.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING OUT OF A BEACH BAG!</title><content type='html'>I can't complain AT ALL about the summer so far. The boys and I are doing exactly what my title says: Living out of a beach bag. Since school ended till now... and then some, we are being beach bums! Don't really care about Manny being traded, Farve coming back to play, or the Pitt twins. It's GREAT to just enjoy the summer with friends and family. From pool parties, more pool parties, football camp (both boys attended), beach days, and just relaxing on evenings with all the boys! The world will change soon enough once school starts up again, but for now I'm just still enjoying the peaceful days of summer. Some more pics of the summer. Check out my "special" parking spot at my friends house...HA!!! What crazy guys!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJEhUhF5OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/S9IVwgVVX6E/s1600-h/DSCF1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJEhUhF5OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/S9IVwgVVX6E/s320/DSCF1645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229317456564446434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJE0W9BzNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w-I4oa91X48/s1600-h/DSCF1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJE0W9BzNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/w-I4oa91X48/s320/DSCF1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229317783636004050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJFHU0WDpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QO-VireSWVY/s1600-h/DSCF1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJFHU0WDpI/AAAAAAAAAO0/QO-VireSWVY/s320/DSCF1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318109480226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJFhAfMyxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MHqWrdBonhU/s1600-h/DSCF1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJFhAfMyxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/MHqWrdBonhU/s320/DSCF1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229318550699428626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5359235063607544651?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5359235063607544651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5359235063607544651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5359235063607544651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5359235063607544651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-out-of-beach-bag.html' title='LIVING OUT OF A BEACH BAG!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SJJEhUhF5OI/AAAAAAAAAOk/S9IVwgVVX6E/s72-c/DSCF1645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6551450782998079091</id><published>2008-07-21T10:06:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:30:23.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE PICS</title><content type='html'>Just some more pics from the Cayman's!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmLG1TmUI/AAAAAAAAANM/-DZreJifmBk/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmLG1TmUI/AAAAAAAAANM/-DZreJifmBk/s320/2008_0714cayman0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225484177399585090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmglmwcII/AAAAAAAAANU/DbWxkTk-li8/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmglmwcII/AAAAAAAAANU/DbWxkTk-li8/s320/2008_0714cayman0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225484546437312642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmxeBtrpI/AAAAAAAAANc/h3OJEAvljMc/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmxeBtrpI/AAAAAAAAANc/h3OJEAvljMc/s320/2008_0714cayman0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225484836460670610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnHnczeOI/AAAAAAAAANk/p2U-L7MJRp8/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnHnczeOI/AAAAAAAAANk/p2U-L7MJRp8/s320/2008_0714cayman0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225485216947337442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnWjCT50I/AAAAAAAAANs/ZnKpQ7TkorI/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnWjCT50I/AAAAAAAAANs/ZnKpQ7TkorI/s320/2008_0714cayman0102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225485473460512578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnrPst0xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C45_8avC8rE/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISnrPst0xI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C45_8avC8rE/s320/2008_0714cayman0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225485829046915858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISpLpiRewI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ji338JLDQ90/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISpLpiRewI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ji338JLDQ90/s320/2008_0714cayman0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487485249878786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISphiLmHOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VtmF6PT1_1E/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISphiLmHOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VtmF6PT1_1E/s320/2008_0714cayman0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487861232835810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISp8FdOX4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/73wkTYcmn40/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISp8FdOX4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/73wkTYcmn40/s320/2008_0714cayman0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225488317378617218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISq0rUbcbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DTPyHj_0acI/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISq0rUbcbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/DTPyHj_0acI/s320/2008_0714cayman0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225489289614946738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISrSq30zTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6gXrnmvm-MM/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISrSq30zTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6gXrnmvm-MM/s320/2008_0714cayman0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225489804891049266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6551450782998079091?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6551450782998079091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6551450782998079091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6551450782998079091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6551450782998079091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-pics.html' title='MORE PICS'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SISmLG1TmUI/AAAAAAAAANM/-DZreJifmBk/s72-c/2008_0714cayman0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5716119332929751949</id><published>2008-07-16T17:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:43:07.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, SO SO SWEET!!!!</title><content type='html'>What an amazing trip. From July 10th - 14th, Stewart and I had a sweet vacation to the Grand Cayman's. What people had told me about the Cayman's was absolutely true... it was a magical place to be. The locals were very kind and unlike other islands the crime was rare to none. The boys and I have been fortunate to travel some places the past few years, but I must say that this small island was ever so perfect. We rented a car for a day and explored the island and hit some local spots that were recommended. I think that really made the trip. We were able to travel to the tip of the island and walk onto a quiet, serene beach and find bright orange/red starfishes. That had to be the best part for me... so natural, private and beautiful. Something I will never forget. We then traveled to the &lt;br /&gt;other end of the island and did some private snorkeling and saw amazing colored fish. We did take a snorkeling trip on our last day and swam with stingrays (even kissed one :) and then hit two cool spots for snorkeling. I can't say enough how very beautiful and relaxed this vacation was. I'm attaching just some pics from the trip, as I will get more back soon. Keep enjoying the summer :)&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH52fXfBJfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UjzgpAkGV7o/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH52fXfBJfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UjzgpAkGV7o/s320/2008_0714cayman0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223742899048490482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53I_XZzpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DIS1MrBiGfY/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53I_XZzpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/DIS1MrBiGfY/s320/2008_0714cayman0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223743614128606866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53XeijsxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jiaulWOQyOc/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53XeijsxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jiaulWOQyOc/s320/2008_0714cayman0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223743863015060242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53yO37J4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rh1FVcMAXOc/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH53yO37J4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Rh1FVcMAXOc/s320/2008_0714cayman0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223744322666178434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH54VB6ApaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gQB67JuSNO0/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH54VB6ApaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gQB67JuSNO0/s320/0714cayman0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223744920480687522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH543ytwN4I/AAAAAAAAANE/t3r6nMhHbqs/s1600-h/2008_0714cayman0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH543ytwN4I/AAAAAAAAANE/t3r6nMhHbqs/s320/2008_0714cayman0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223745517698168706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5716119332929751949?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5716119332929751949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5716119332929751949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5716119332929751949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5716119332929751949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-so-so-sweet.html' title='OH, SO SO SWEET!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SH52fXfBJfI/AAAAAAAAAMc/UjzgpAkGV7o/s72-c/2008_0714cayman0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6742247262539977868</id><published>2008-06-29T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:57:56.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bump, Set, and.....OUCH THAT HURTS!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I was trying to have fun playing volleyball again. Everything was going great for just about 5 minutes! Then I go up against the net to hit the ball over, and the next minute I'm on my rear end. Not so fun anymore!! I landed on my ankle just the WRONG way because the next hour I'm in the E.R. room with x-rays being taken. Good news is that it isn't broken BUT it is badly sprained. Swelling was terrible and I'm home on crutches. Many instructions were given about how I can't do all the normal day activities like: taking care of the boys, taking a shower, walking, !#!#@@$#$!!! Anyone who knows me knows that this is EXTREMELY hard, as I am stubborn and have always felt that I could take care of myself. So after a few days of bitching and complaining, I'm starting to get around a little better. See an orthopedic doc. on Tuesday and hopefully I will be back to my normal self soon. Go on vacation to the Grand Cayman's with Stew in July, so I am making sure to rest (best that I can) so we can enjoy ourselves. A good friend asked if I wanted to play again, and of course I answered, YES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6742247262539977868?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6742247262539977868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6742247262539977868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6742247262539977868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6742247262539977868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/06/bump-set-andouch-that-hurts.html' title='Bump, Set, and.....OUCH THAT HURTS!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2317551716836331458</id><published>2008-06-29T10:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:41:12.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama..</title><content type='html'>Vacation on the Gulf Shores of Alabama was GREAT!!! Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wedding was beautiful and relaxing&lt;br /&gt;2. Great family time&lt;br /&gt;3. Pools and ocean&lt;br /&gt;4. Coming home nice and tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with lots of family members and enjoyed the peaceful days on the beach. Attached will be some pics!! Keep enjoying your summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGepvPhrcRI/AAAAAAAAALc/W_tjamsxbeA/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGepvPhrcRI/AAAAAAAAALc/W_tjamsxbeA/s320/2008_0620vacation0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325322418745618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqG7XfqVI/AAAAAAAAALk/hJF1eC6p68Y/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqG7XfqVI/AAAAAAAAALk/hJF1eC6p68Y/s320/2008_0620vacation0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325729324181842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqWux5-qI/AAAAAAAAALs/NL8lLt3OwBw/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqWux5-qI/AAAAAAAAALs/NL8lLt3OwBw/s320/2008_0620vacation0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326000823204514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqmwQJYXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OP14euB96Ls/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeqmwQJYXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OP14euB96Ls/s320/2008_0620vacation0140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326276096385394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeq4uIVV9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/I1S47iYjBZ4/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGeq4uIVV9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/I1S47iYjBZ4/s320/2008_0620vacation0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326584764389330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGerNE1ZVhI/AAAAAAAAAME/huYrNeKOLYA/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGerNE1ZVhI/AAAAAAAAAME/huYrNeKOLYA/s320/2008_0620vacation0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217326934456358418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGes1phMgOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1m4_YyMHHWM/s1600-h/2008_0620vacation0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGes1phMgOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1m4_YyMHHWM/s320/2008_0620vacation0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217328731010138338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2317551716836331458?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2317551716836331458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2317551716836331458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2317551716836331458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2317551716836331458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama..'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SGepvPhrcRI/AAAAAAAAALc/W_tjamsxbeA/s72-c/2008_0620vacation0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2061447738557889309</id><published>2008-06-13T08:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:24:00.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Well, haven't posted in awhile because I have been CRAZY busy!! School and baseball are now over and I can look at pictures from the past few months and just wonder where the time went. Field trips, field days, Award ceremonies, Hershey Park getaway, and great baseball memories! Austin ended his school year with top honors of straight A's and O's in above level classes. He and only 4 others were acknowledged with Academic Excellence at the end of the year! PROUD moment for mom. Collin turned 6 on me just last weekend and I just wonder where all the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball went GREAT for both boys, and I am happy to say that Collin smacked an inside the park homerun on his last game and was just grinning from ear to ear. A special friend was there to see this and that just made it extra special. Guess he had a pretty good coach for the past 2 years...ha! Anyways, next year he will play on the 7/8 field (even though he will still be 6 at the time) and I am stepping down from coaching. Time for me to relax and enjoy being a "mom" and help out with both teams but not fill my plate so high with responsibilities. Austin also did very well on a team that has so much talent. His team won the division and came in 1st place. Austin had many amazing plays and his attitude is what makes me so proud. Always a happy, go-lucky kid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't end my blog without mentioning a special someone who has come into my family's life and has made such a major impact. This special guy has been around since February but not until recently have I realized that this IS working. The love and support he gives to me and the boys is amazing, and I realize that I am finally opening up and letting someone in again. IT'S AN AMAZING FEELING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to go and continue packing for our family vacation. My cousin is getting married on the Gulf Shores of Alabama, and we fly out tomorrow for a week of sun and fun on the Gulf. SUMMER IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Attached will be a mixture of pics from the last few months. ENJOY YOUR SUMMER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFJ_6dVN0SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cyRgTxYhBBM/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFJ_6dVN0SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cyRgTxYhBBM/s320/2008_0611endyear0211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211368361103839522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKAT_fgs_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2p_tIjgll04/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKAT_fgs_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2p_tIjgll04/s320/2008_0611endyear0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211368799770555378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKAx8zBw9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tFlRX6nvxbE/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKAx8zBw9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tFlRX6nvxbE/s320/2008_0611endyear0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211369314443183058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKBJyhuiaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dG0lOYj7Giw/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKBJyhuiaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/dG0lOYj7Giw/s320/2008_0611endyear0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211369724003125666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKBcipVC5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ep9QY-JBEGo/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKBcipVC5I/AAAAAAAAALE/Ep9QY-JBEGo/s320/2008_0611endyear0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370046157556626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKB0EvlgwI/AAAAAAAAALM/7LUSyr6y1yw/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKB0EvlgwI/AAAAAAAAALM/7LUSyr6y1yw/s320/2008_0611endyear0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370450447598338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKCJSO3geI/AAAAAAAAALU/q4DU14Mk9iU/s1600-h/2008_0611endyear0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFKCJSO3geI/AAAAAAAAALU/q4DU14Mk9iU/s320/2008_0611endyear0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211370814845714914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2061447738557889309?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2061447738557889309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2061447738557889309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2061447738557889309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2061447738557889309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SFJ_6dVN0SI/AAAAAAAAAKk/cyRgTxYhBBM/s72-c/2008_0611endyear0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-794801467140677030</id><published>2008-05-02T07:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:02:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGING FOR THE BETTER!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Am I finally unwinding? Am I finally letting someone help me with my ever so hectic life? The answer is..... YES!!! While at first I have been kicking and screaming because I'm so stuck in my ways, I've learned that when someone cares for you and your family they will hang around and be patient. Over 5 years of pretty much handling all family affairs on my own has made me a strong and independent person.... I had to be. However, now I can share some of my burdens and enjoy life without so much worry. It's great to dance, laugh, and enjoy the company of a man again. So I must say, "thank you" to my special friend for being so patient and putting up with my somewhat stubborn ways. I believe we are both learning how to adjust. Oh, as for the boys..... no worries. They are doing great and it's great to see them have a consistent male figure in their lives that truly cares for them.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SBsOO4jNOgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFvlvHCps6A/s1600-h/2008_0427relay0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SBsOO4jNOgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFvlvHCps6A/s320/2008_0427relay0068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195762243963009538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-794801467140677030?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/794801467140677030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=794801467140677030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/794801467140677030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/794801467140677030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/05/changing-for-better.html' title='CHANGING FOR THE BETTER!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SBsOO4jNOgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BFvlvHCps6A/s72-c/2008_0427relay0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6970117371815512598</id><published>2008-04-24T06:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:49:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTMENT!</title><content type='html'>Wow! I knew Austin's baseball game last night was going to be a good game (skill wise)but I didn't expect him to walk out of the dugout with so much disappointment. They didn't win or lose... it ended with a 4 to 4 tie. However, my son did lose. He lost that little gleam in his eyes because he just loves playing the game. He lost a lot of respect for the coaching and umpire staff. He learned last night that baseball isn't about the players having fun. Even after a great speech given by his coach in the dugout, the experience of the whole game just brought him down. How sad. He's 9 years old but last night was an eye opener and I just hope to see that gleam come back into his eyes. Only second game of the season.... I hope it does. LET'S PLAY BALL... Oh, I mean... Let's yell, curse, and scream in front of our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6970117371815512598?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6970117371815512598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6970117371815512598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6970117371815512598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6970117371815512598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/04/disappointment.html' title='DISAPPOINTMENT!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7851396038285026235</id><published>2008-04-21T18:28:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:06:48.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER GREAT OPENING DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>April 19th.... for the 2008 season of Fruitland Little League! What a day!! Beautiful weather and once again our wonderful friend announcing all the teams. Collin's team was fortunate enough to play at 11:00 and then Austin had a 1:30 game. Collin played a great game (for a 5/6 league)and actually we ended an inning early due to the heat. Austin's game however this year was quite incredible to watch. I was engrossed in the entire game. What a difference it is from 7/8 to 9/10. There are many things that made this game special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: My parents were there and had never been to Opening Day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Austin had a large cheering crowd for him which hardly ever happens... usually it's me and Collin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: Austin is on a very talented team and he earned a starting position. I believe he is the youngest player and he is still hanging in there with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth: THE GAME! Austin was up to bat only twice, but was able to hit a solid single and a great double which knocked in a few RBI's and then he stole home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last: With the final score being 14 to 7 the coach had words of encouragement for the team. He handed out two game balls. First game ball went to Austin and the second went to another player who hit a homerun during the game. I had to turn my head away because my eyes were filling up with tears. His coach doesn't know how much his father worked with Austin in baseball (me too). He doesn't realize that etched on Jody's tombstone is a scene of Jody throwing ball to Austin with Collin sitting watching. Why I have always been involved with Austin's team so much and coaching Collin's is because I know Jody would have been right out there doing it also. To top off Opening Day would be the next day in the Daily Times of Austin and a few other players smack dab in the middle of the front page holding American flags during the parade. PROUD and emotional days for mom. I had worried during the week when I pulled Austin early from practice (because he had 2 exams the next day) that it might affect him having a starting position. However, as much as I love and support sports...academics will always come first. I find out today that Austin busted a 97% on his Math and a 95% on his Science exam. Also found out today that Austin again has qualified for magnet placement (but I'm sure he will stay right in the same school with me... which is still a great school).&lt;br /&gt;Great Day for everyone! Austin sat and watched his brother play and even asked if Collin could bat first because his team was getting ready to take pictures. While they might kill each other at times, I know deep down that they are true brothers thru and thru. Attached are some pics of Opening Day! Happy baseball season to everyone! Opps.... looks like I have to buy more space to attach pictures. So pictures will come soon. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_cI4jNOdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l1j5FGHa-Is/s1600-h/2008_0420openingday0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_cI4jNOdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l1j5FGHa-Is/s320/2008_0420openingday0054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192610940558588370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_ce4jNOeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SuQc0HfNR0k/s1600-h/2008_0420openingday0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_ce4jNOeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SuQc0HfNR0k/s320/2008_0420openingday0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192611318515710434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_cwYjNOfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_b7jMkdjmN8/s1600-h/2008_0420openingday0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_cwYjNOfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_b7jMkdjmN8/s320/2008_0420openingday0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192611619163421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7851396038285026235?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7851396038285026235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7851396038285026235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7851396038285026235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7851396038285026235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-great-opening-day.html' title='ANOTHER GREAT OPENING DAY!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/SA_cI4jNOdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/l1j5FGHa-Is/s72-c/2008_0420openingday0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2053645421352184010</id><published>2008-04-02T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:26:22.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG.... I'M IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Another local blogger gave me a challenge and I challenge all of you to do the same. A six word memoir ( yes... only six ). I really have been racking my brain in putting the important parts of my life in only six words, but finally I think I have it. You can post your six word memoir here or at least it will have you thinking. Here is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;GIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;That pretty much describes most of my life. Below is a picture of why I will never give up! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184792785452895282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R_QVkXLtjDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VaUZWhMz9fk/s320/2007_1014school0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/8982095485101416045-2053645421352184010?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2053645421352184010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2053645421352184010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2053645421352184010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2053645421352184010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-im-it.html' title='TAG.... I&apos;M IT!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R_QVkXLtjDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/VaUZWhMz9fk/s72-c/2007_1014school0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7966394980810098134</id><published>2008-02-25T06:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:02:08.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, YUMMY, AND WOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What a great, wonderful, and surprising weekend! Hope everyone had a great weekend and hopefully I will have many more to follow! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7966394980810098134?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7966394980810098134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7966394980810098134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7966394980810098134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7966394980810098134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/02/yes-yummy-and-wow.html' title='YES, YUMMY, AND WOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5476499298196648391</id><published>2008-02-14T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:02:40.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R7TjPAIsqDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_e51v5P7b8o/s1600-h/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167004519374825522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R7TjPAIsqDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_e51v5P7b8o/s320/hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I was fortunate enough to spend it with my two Valentine's.... my boys! We woke up to a winter wonderland and had off of school. Had fun relaxing and then having a snowball fight outside. Also, had a wonderful friend stop by with gifts for me and the boys! What a wonderful day indeed! Hope everyone tells all their friends, family, and loved ones how special they are. Life is too short to let a few kind words go unspoken. Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!!!!!&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/8982095485101416045-5476499298196648391?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5476499298196648391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5476499298196648391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5476499298196648391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5476499298196648391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINE&apos;S DAY TO ALL!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R7TjPAIsqDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_e51v5P7b8o/s72-c/hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-925305731825558896</id><published>2008-02-10T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:56:37.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SIR.... I'M NOT AN IDIOT!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R6-KXQIsqCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mU_5Egii4aI/s1600-h/printer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165499429690320930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R6-KXQIsqCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mU_5Egii4aI/s320/printer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If you know me, then you know I hate shopping at WalMart. However, this past Saturday I had to shop there because I needed a new printer for home and just a few small items. The crowded store didn't bother me too much or even the zillion of children running everywhere. What irritated me or should I say pissed me off, was the man in line behind me. Why oh why do men think that women can't do anything??? While waiting to be checked out this man looks at the large printer box and asked if I knew much about computers. I replied with, "What do you mean?" I can get what I need to do, and certain programs that I use daily are no problem..... I tell him this. He then looks at the printer and asks if I can put this together. While I wanted to say.... "Why, because I'm a woman".... I kept my compose and told him that it is quite simple. I installed my last one which has lasted for about 3 years and it was a breeze. You don't have to be a rocket scientists to install a printer. But it was his look, his tone, his pompous sneer that tried to belittle me. And once I got home I installed the printer in a quick timely manner. So WalMart man..... bite me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I read this line in a book I'm reading, and it hit home: The one good thing, if you can call it that, of all I have been through, is that there is little left for me to fear.&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/8982095485101416045-925305731825558896?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/925305731825558896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=925305731825558896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/925305731825558896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/925305731825558896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-sir-im-not-idiot.html' title='NO SIR.... I&apos;M NOT AN IDIOT!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R6-KXQIsqCI/AAAAAAAAAHk/mU_5Egii4aI/s72-c/printer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-4397001530982537475</id><published>2008-01-24T06:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T06:23:05.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED MORE DAYS LIKE THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R5h0-_xfq4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/m77BuvDb9Eg/s1600-h/2008_0120b-day9th0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159001998772644738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R5h0-_xfq4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/m77BuvDb9Eg/s320/2008_0120b-day9th0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-4397001530982537475?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4397001530982537475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=4397001530982537475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4397001530982537475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4397001530982537475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/01/need-more-days-like-this.html' title='NEED MORE DAYS LIKE THIS!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R5h0-_xfq4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/m77BuvDb9Eg/s72-c/2008_0120b-day9th0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5305470087946094519</id><published>2008-01-04T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:03:28.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED and SCARED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I would think any parent out there can relate to this topic.... illness of your child. As I said in my previous blog, Austin ended up getting ill on our Disney Cruise over Christmas. What has unfolded this week is like a song you've heard 1,000  times. "It's viral, his ears, throat, chest sounds fine BUT if he's not better in the next 3 days please bring him back". So I walk out of the doctors office Monday thinking that he just needs time to recover, and praying that my mom can come down to watch him so I can go back to work on Wednesday. Mom comes down and little by little the fever starts subsiding, he's showing a little bit of interest in his Christmas presents, but isn't exactly 100 %. Still somewhat lethargic, and still has that deep cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Anyways, by Thursday my mom and I both think that he possibly could handle school on Friday BUT I wanted to have him checked by our regular pediatrician just to make sure. Oh, forgot to say that on Monday it wasn't our regular doctor but someone else ( I think that's an important piece here ). Well, my mom meets me at the doctors and then hits the road back home ( her and my dad are trying to get ready to go to Florida for a few months ). Meanwhile, Austin gets called back and me and Collin follow behind. Typical greetings with the friendly nurses, no temperature, so I start to think that this will be fine. Just give me the green light and I know my boy is healthy again. WRONG!!!!!! My son's doctor comes in and starts to listen to him breathe ( chest and back ) and then turns to me and states, "Things have taken a dramatic change". Austin has never had wheezing before, and then I was asked if asthma runs in either side of our family.... which it doesn't. Anyways, he decides to give him a breathing treatment and then re-evaluate him...... still no change! He gives him another breathing treatment (stronger dose ) and very little improvement. Next I hear, "To avoid the E.R. and Hospital, he's going to be on some medications". Well all I heard was E.R. and Hospital. I was doing my best to hold my composure but I was about to freak out and the doctor realized this. He told me to take a deep breath ( funny because that's what my son can't do ..ha! ) and explained everything to me. He had scripts for : 60 mg. of prednisone daily, z-pack, inhaler, and my very own nebulizer for home ( with adult strength xopenex ). He adds at the end that he wants to see Austin back either Tuesday or Wednesday to see if these measures have helped and if not we'll go from there! Go from there? That's what I said, and he told me that we would not discuss that now but on Tuesday IF things were not any better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;What amazes me is that a week prior is when I thought he was at his worst ( high fevers, puking, diarrhea, sleeping non-stop ). I'm wondering if the doctor on Monday dropped the ball and didn't pick up on something or maybe he just progressively went downhill on the inside. Believe me, on the outside you would think that he was slowly getting a little better every day. Apparently not! Now today he has had some mood swings ( prednisone ) and has experienced an accelerated heart rate ( combination of the prednisone and xopenex ). Hopefully these medications will avoid a hospital stay but all I want is for my son to get better. So if that means being admitted for IV antibiotics..... then bring it on. It has been exactly 2 weeks today that all this mess started with the coughing and then everything else. What I keep wondering is if the doctor on Monday missed some crackling in his chest, and now it has progressed so far into pneumonia. I will never know, but I will make sure from now on that my boys see their regular doctor who knows them very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5305470087946094519?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5305470087946094519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5305470087946094519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5305470087946094519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5305470087946094519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustrated-and-scared.html' title='FRUSTRATED and SCARED'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6216927621620597567</id><published>2007-12-31T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:24:53.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS ...... CARIBBEAN STYLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ahhhh.... what a nice way to spend Christmas. While I wouldn't do this every year, it was nice to get away and be in the hot sun for awhile. It is a holiday that both my boys will remember for many reasons. Here are some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Austin getting sick (truly sick.... and still is sick). Although he enjoyed himself for the first 3 - 4 days, the last few really wore him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Collin being at that "magical" age of 5 and truly loved seeing all the characters. That age still holds the innocence of believing that the characters are real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Collin jumping to me off the catamaran ( 20 ft. of water ) and him holding on for dear life as we swim ashore to the beach. I was swallowing more salt water and going under trying to get us to shore while he had a "death grip" around my neck. Felt like Tom Hanks in Castaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Watching my boys dance to island music on the catamaran and soak in the warm rays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Spending an afternoon on Magen's Bay in St. Thomas. What a gorgeous place to be. Apparently, Michael Jordan owns a home over looking this beautiful spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;With the exception of Austin getting sick, we had a really fun time. This trip was planned over 16 months ago, so it was great to finally enjoy the magical trip. I hope everyone else had a great Christmas, and I'm going to attach some pics from the trip. Oh, friends and family.... I will be sending out "New Year's" cards, for we were so rushed to get out of here for the cruise :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150272466468875810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lxhVxaLiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EfDAUFAfYTg/s320/2007_1229disney0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150272608202796594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lxplxaLjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F3pf4bntJUc/s320/2007_1229disney0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150272745641750082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lxxlxaLkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Wl20vqbnLxQ/s320/2007_1229disney0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150272990454885970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lx_1xaLlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YR27WX5Ls0Q/s320/2007_1229disney0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150273084944166498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lyFVxaLmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/aGdjmyEO0nE/s320/2007_1229disney0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150273308282465906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lySVxaLnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SaxRI_pKjnI/s320/2007_1229disney0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150273578865405570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lyiFxaLoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VOMYxd01byg/s320/2007_1229disney0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150273879513116306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lyzlxaLpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_7AIFwSZTco/s320/2007_1229disney0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150274107146383010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lzA1xaLqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/efpcIo2Gctw/s320/2007_1229disney0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150274257470238386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lzJlxaLrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wBlDZfOONSw/s320/2007_1229disney0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150274622542458562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lze1xaLsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L_HJtAg6AXY/s320/2007_1229disney0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6216927621620597567?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6216927621620597567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6216927621620597567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6216927621620597567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6216927621620597567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-caribbean-style.html' title='CHRISTMAS ...... CARIBBEAN STYLE!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R3lxhVxaLiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/EfDAUFAfYTg/s72-c/2007_1229disney0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7091518854788794957</id><published>2007-12-15T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:58:05.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R2R9glxaLhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qesOqa1OAAA/s1600-h/Christmas_Trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144374673212583442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R2R9glxaLhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qesOqa1OAAA/s320/Christmas_Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It's almost been 5 years, that's so hard to believe. If I could send a letter to Jody, this is what it would read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Our boys are doing great, and they are growing like weeds. I have a feeling that you are looking down and I hope you are pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I've kept my promise to you, as I'm sure you can see. Not only am I involved with soccer, baseball, but now even Little League.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Austin has your charm, and your ability to talk. Collin is always asking about you, as you passed right before he began to walk. Please don't worry, Austin, Collin, and I are doing our best. However, it hasn't been the same since you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Day this year, the boys and I will be on a cruise. We will be on a catamaran.... for we wanted to try something new. Please keep an eye on us and hold us close to your heart. Not a day goes by where you are not in our thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;p.s. I miss you&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/8982095485101416045-7091518854788794957?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7091518854788794957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7091518854788794957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7091518854788794957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7091518854788794957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-us.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM US'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R2R9glxaLhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qesOqa1OAAA/s72-c/Christmas_Trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2748359488109928178</id><published>2007-12-01T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:53:12.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZA ANYONE????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R1H4DMOgiTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4c7lREj9VCQ/s1600-R/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139161383511820594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R1H4DMOgiTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_rcn4HunFus/s320/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm still touched by the kindest gesture my friend did for the boys and I Friday evening. After going thru a nasty tooth extraction Thursday morning, I thought I would just bounce right back to my normal self. Not the case. I went to work on Friday and was basically miserable. The pain medication was making me sick to my stomach but if I didn't take it my jaw just throbbed. My friend advised me to take Friday off also, but I didn't listen... no surprise there. I try to save my sick days for the boys when they are going to need me, so I didn't want to burn a day just on me. Anyways, by the end of the work day on Friday I must have looked pathetic. Austin and I left school and picked up Collin. As I was holding a "take-out" menu in my hand that evening, our dog Cody started barking very loudly. I thought my neighbors must have people over. However, our doorbell then rang and there stands a pizza man looking at me. I told him he must have made a mistake because I didn't order a pizza. He then verified the address and asked if I was Angela. I said yes BUT I didn't order a pizza. He said that the pizza had been paid in full and was to be sent to me. I asked the man who had done this (even though I pretty much knew) and he said he didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;             How blessed I am to have friends that look out for me and the boys. This simple gesture meant the world to me because I knew it came from the heart. When you surround yourself with positive people who really care.... great things happen. There isn't room for negative people who do nothing but complain. I wish for everyone to have "true friends". People they can count on, people they can talk to, and people who will send a pizza out when you are sick. A miserable day that ended wonderfully due to sincere friends.&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/8982095485101416045-2748359488109928178?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2748359488109928178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2748359488109928178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2748359488109928178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2748359488109928178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/12/pizza-anyone.html' title='PIZZA ANYONE????'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R1H4DMOgiTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_rcn4HunFus/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-8294879671321610824</id><published>2007-11-25T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T12:41:24.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET YOUR MOTOR RUNNING.....HEAD OUT TO OHIO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;That's right.... I did it!!!! The boys and I drove to Ohio to spend Thanksgiving with family. While we usually spend Thanksgiving with my immediate family (mom, dad, brother, etc..), we drove the 11 hour trip out to Cincinnati this year! I missed my family back home, but boy oh boy, what a sense of accomplishment. Since we all were in school on Tuesday, we stopped over night in Hagerstown Tuesday night and then made the rest of the drive Wed. I must say that I am so proud of my boys for being great riders in the car and just enjoying the scenery and singing songs together. They didn't have gameboys, toys, or even a working dvd player and they were just fine. Only had to raise my voice a few times.... other than that, GREAT trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Finally got to see 2 new additions to the Martin family ( Madeline and Kyle). Maddy just turned 1 the day before we arrived and Kyle is just 9 months. Beautiful children. Stayed with my cousin and her family and the boys and I felt right at home. Although we were only there for really 2 1/2 days, it was well worth the trip. The boys and I had a GREAT time, we just wished we lived closer. Turkey Day was spent with family and Friday we went downtown Cincinnati to ice skate, take a carriage ride, and go thru a famous display of trains (decorated for the holidays). Friday night was a surprise party for my cousin's sister in-law. Had a blast just having a few beers (knowing I had an 11 hour drive the next day) and talking to people I never met before. Had a blast playing a game us Marylanders would consider close to horseshoes.... but it was called corn hole. Huge game out there and it was fun to play. Steve ( my cousin's hubby) should be making me a set in Redskin colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;All in all, it was a great way to spend the holiday. Today it's unpacking, laundry, grocery shopping, and of course football. I will say that this trip had me anxious at first. Knowing that I was responsible for all three of us driving 11 hours thru mountains and jumping deer..... but I did it! Hopefully my boys can see that sense of responsibility and pride and realize that we are a great family of three. After Jody died, my security and Austin's were shattered (Collin was too little). Hopefully, little by little, they are gaining it back like me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136831526334771042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mxDp42L2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/dWHdv0fn1H8/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136829941491838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mvnZ42LwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W7D45IgdZkI/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136831135492747090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mws542L1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/E2sc14QEL1k/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830237844582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mv4p42LxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5rytycZtBPY/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830907859480386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mwfp42L0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/o8GlGhX0f9M/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830663046344498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mwRZ42LzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pC_iQqmxKCI/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830444003012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mwEp42LyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/F10QVGICA_8/s320/2007_1124thanksgiving0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-8294879671321610824?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8294879671321610824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=8294879671321610824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8294879671321610824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8294879671321610824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/11/get-your-motor-runninghead-out-to-ohio.html' title='GET YOUR MOTOR RUNNING.....HEAD OUT TO OHIO!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/R0mxDp42L2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/dWHdv0fn1H8/s72-c/2007_1124thanksgiving0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1531985371528595720</id><published>2007-11-18T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:59:45.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GULLS WILL NEST.... WHILE THE MULES CONTINUE IN THE DIVISION 3 PLAYOFFS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a game to watch!!! Nov. 17th at 12:00, the Salisbury Seagulls had to migrate up to Scotty Wood Stadium in Pa. to take on the Mules. The boys and I drove up Friday night and stayed with Coach Knarr ( Uncle Jeff to us ), Katie, and cousins... Megan, and Jake. The funny part is that all season long a good friend of mine and I were talking how cool it would be if the Mules faced off against our hometown team.... Salisbury. Even though I graduated from Salisbury (which is a great college), my loyalty was with family. Having watched Jeff thru the years move up from high school football coach to coaching at Muhlenberg College has been exciting. This is one person who always knew what he wanted to do and does it well.... very well!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Back to the game! Mules came out with the drive to win this football game. I believe they were up 21 to 6 at one point. The first half of the game was the best from the Mules offense. However, their defense remained strong the entire time, which in my opinion helped win the game. After half time the Gulls came out and tied up the score and the stadium was quite taken back. The defense from the Mules took charge and caused 3 ( I think) turnovers, which allowed a 31 to 21 VICTORY over the Gulls. Mules will now travel next weekend to Dover to play Wesley College for game 2 in the NCAA championship playoffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Muhlenberg players, and coaches should be commended for all their hard work and dedication to the game of football. Also, the families of all the coaches who sacrifice so much to support their spouse. Many don't realize, but football started the first week in August. Coaches at Muhlenberg work, work, and work. There is much to be said for the wives of the coaches at Muhlenberg. Not only are they supporting their husband but also raising a family alone much of the time. So my hat goes off to EVERYONE!!!!! Job well done, and best wishes to you all when you come and play Wesley. GO MULES!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1531985371528595720?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1531985371528595720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1531985371528595720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1531985371528595720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1531985371528595720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/11/gulls-will-nest-while-mules-continue-in.html' title='THE GULLS WILL NEST.... WHILE THE MULES CONTINUE IN THE DIVISION 3 PLAYOFFS!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-386587615531104329</id><published>2007-11-04T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:50:37.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL PICS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5yzQCQAZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iuWk2EuVx-0/s1600-h/2007_1031game0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129163250424873362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5yzQCQAZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iuWk2EuVx-0/s320/2007_1031game0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are some pics from the Skins vs. Arizona game that I went to with a friend. Game was great and it was nice to kick back and relax and watch the Skins pull off another win (although it came down to the last few seconds). Tried to get as many pics of COOOLEY for my friend Amanda... as well as me! Notice the rear shot Amanda....just for you!!! Cool part was getting a picture of all the Redskins cheerleaders for my boys. Just had to spin a wheel and you received whatever it landed on. I talked to the guy in charge and asked if it could (with his help) land of the poster. After he realized I had 2 boys at home that would just love the poster.... he made sure it stopped on it. Great day, great time, and I thank my friend so much for inviting me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5ykgCQAYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ibzo7clEWpg/s1600-h/2007_1031game0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129162997021802882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5ykgCQAYI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ibzo7clEWpg/s320/2007_1031game0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5yJgCQAWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mWPgmy339g0/s1600-h/2007_1031game0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129162533165334882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5yJgCQAWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mWPgmy339g0/s320/2007_1031game0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5xwQCQAUI/AAAAAAAAADs/xLntyZfPslI/s1600-h/2007_1031game0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129162099373637954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5xwQCQAUI/AAAAAAAAADs/xLntyZfPslI/s320/2007_1031game0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5xNgCQARI/AAAAAAAAADU/7kjF65oV53c/s1600-h/2007_1031game0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129161502373183762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5xNgCQARI/AAAAAAAAADU/7kjF65oV53c/s320/2007_1031game0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5ybACQAXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s2rz-qhyqsA/s1600-h/2007_1031game0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129162833813045618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5ybACQAXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s2rz-qhyqsA/s320/2007_1031game0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5xnACQATI/AAAAAAAAADk/NayIW6YUolI/s320/2007_1031game0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-386587615531104329?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/386587615531104329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=386587615531104329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/386587615531104329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/386587615531104329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/11/cool-pics.html' title='COOL PICS!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ry5yzQCQAZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iuWk2EuVx-0/s72-c/2007_1031game0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2043338438793449189</id><published>2007-10-20T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:01:23.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rx_U4ACQAPI/AAAAAAAAADE/Sx2p7bRM7cc/s1600-h/2007_1019OC0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125048959518114034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rx_U4ACQAPI/AAAAAAAAADE/Sx2p7bRM7cc/s320/2007_1019OC0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wonder what my grandfather was thinking when the beach home he built back in 1968 came tumbling down? For those of you who don't know, my grandfather (along with others) starting building a beach house in Ocean City for his family to enjoy back in 68. Unfortunately, my grandfather never saw the completion of this house because he died on site while building this house. Most unfortunate, I never had the opportunity to meet my grandfather, but heard many wonderful stories about him. I wonder if he is aware of how many lives he touched, how many generations made this beach house a "home". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Some key moments at our beach house : going to the beach with my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;waking up Easter morning to filled baskets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;cousins always coming to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;going out with my dad on the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;taking friends out on the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;steaming crabs on the deck every other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lacey's special island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;surviving hurricanes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;clamming in the bay or tuna fishing offshore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Dairy Queen with my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;meeting my future husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;having him propose to me on the deck ( in front of close family and friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;bringing my own boys to the beach house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;There are so many other memories and wonderful times that I experienced at the beach. I just hope my grandfather knows that he not only touched his daughter's life (my mom) but also generations to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;It was quite a bummer walking on the property that use to belong to my family and not seeing the beach house. My parents sold the house 3 years ago to a man who is made of $ and plans on building an enormous house on the small lot. That's all that O.C. seems to do anymore. Big house on the canal and no yard to play in. When my grandfather was building, our house was only the 2nd house on the dirt road. You could see out to the bay when you stood on the deck, backyard, or anywhere in the house. Now, the homes are so large you can't see anything. Hence the picture below. This was a new home they just built on the same street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rx_aiACQAQI/AAAAAAAAADM/hjgze_PbJiQ/s1600-h/2007_1019OC0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125055178630758658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rx_aiACQAQI/AAAAAAAAADM/hjgze_PbJiQ/s320/2007_1019OC0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm glad I have my memories, because O.C. just isn't the same. I usually don't wish ill will on anyone, but I hope this man who demolished our home doesn't find any joy or pleasure in the new house being built. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2043338438793449189?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2043338438793449189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2043338438793449189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2043338438793449189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2043338438793449189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-walls-came-tumbling-down.html' title='AND THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rx_U4ACQAPI/AAAAAAAAADE/Sx2p7bRM7cc/s72-c/2007_1019OC0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-9167114389467370664</id><published>2007-10-13T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:45:22.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN THEY BE BEAT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RxFxG23GEHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bnhH7PIvGX0/s1600-h/mules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120998613916717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RxFxG23GEHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bnhH7PIvGX0/s320/mules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, wouldn't you know...... they won AGAIN!!! This win wasn't like the rest. This game set many records for the Mules. First, in the last 13 seasons, McDaniel has beaten Muhlenberg. Today, Muhlenberg destroys McDaniel and shuts them out 43 to 0. Muhlenberg is now 6 and 0, and three of those games have been shut outs! Next outstanding record is that Muhlenberg College hasn't been 6 &amp;amp; 0 in over 60 years. History is being made this year, and I am just so proud of the players for all their hard work and dedication, and also to the excellent coaching staff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I obviously will always root for "Jeff's team" as Austin will say. He is Austin and Collin's uncle, my brother in-law, and ... a direct link to Jody. I know Jody is looking down with pride and cheering along with me and the boys. Keep up the great work Jeff and we can't wait to see you guys in just a few weeks. &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/8982095485101416045-9167114389467370664?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9167114389467370664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=9167114389467370664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/9167114389467370664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/9167114389467370664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-they-be-beat.html' title='CAN THEY BE BEAT???'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RxFxG23GEHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bnhH7PIvGX0/s72-c/mules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6328813569578793644</id><published>2007-10-11T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:56:59.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE OF YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have been singing this song ever since I heard it. Reba McEntire duets with Kelly Clarkson. It's basically talking about people who have complete control over others, and not being able to live a life together with love and trust. Sad but true! One line really stands out to me, and it reads, "I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh, every day of my life ~ My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know my life with my late husband was only 11 years but God did we have a great time. I didn't have to fake a laugh or a smile, in fact.... he was the one who usually brought out my laughs and smiles. Because of him, we created 2 beautiful children. He taught me so many things and for that I am forever grateful. I don't think I would be where I am today if it wasn't for him. We had our arguments... just like everyone else, but we always managed to work our differences out. He broke my heart when I had to say goodbye to him and then my heart broke again when I had to tell our 4 1/2 year old that daddy had died. My heart was completely broken. Was that his fault? Hell, no! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just feel sorry for people who are in relationships where the spark has faded or has just gone completely out. Life is too short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make sure you are with someone who if God forbid was to leave this earth.... your heart WOULD break. Not like in the song, where her heart couldn't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with. Every person deserves true love and happiness :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6328813569578793644?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6328813569578793644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6328813569578793644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6328813569578793644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6328813569578793644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-of-you.html' title='BECAUSE OF YOU!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5782050709314422766</id><published>2007-10-08T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:23:54.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL  FOOTBALL AND MORE  FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Couldn't ask for a better weekend for football in my family. First, undefeated Muhlenberg remains undefeated (now 5 &amp;amp; 0 ) after destroying Juniata 44 to 3. Once again, I applaud the staff and players for a job well done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next, my Skins!!!!!!!!!!!! The score says it all...... 34 to 3. Offense and Defense did their job AND a JOB WELL DONE, I must say!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last, the most meaningful to me is the football pool that both Austin and I are in. I won the pool last week and was doing a great job again this week. However, so was Austin. It came down to the Green Bay and Chicago game last night. Every person in the pool except me picked Green Bay to win last night. If Chicago lost, that meant it came down to points tonight between Austin and another player to win for the week. I so desperately wanted Austin to win and I was cheering Green Bay on to win the game (yes, I stayed up late to watch the game..... just to see if Austin had a chance). Well, as most of you already know, Chicago won and I won the football pool again for the second week in a row. The best part was waking him up this morning and telling him the news and his attitude about it all. He was a little upset that he didn't advance but was still happy for me. Needless to say, at the end of the day I gave Austin the winnings ( the big pot of $13) and to him it was like hitting the jackpot. What great boys I have and what better attitudes!!!!!!! Hope it remains :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5782050709314422766?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5782050709314422766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5782050709314422766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5782050709314422766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5782050709314422766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/10/football-football-and-more-football.html' title='FOOTBALL  FOOTBALL AND MORE  FOOTBALL'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-8177652128826957426</id><published>2007-09-22T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:11:49.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO MULES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes! Yes! Yes! My brother in-laws team (division 3 football) is now 3 and 0. The first two games were shut outs and today was a nailbitter, but they pulled off their 3rd win with a 14 to 13 victory. Way to go Jeff, and all the Muhlenberg staff..... Austin, Collin, and I are proud of you :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-8177652128826957426?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8177652128826957426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=8177652128826957426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8177652128826957426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8177652128826957426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/09/go-mules.html' title='GO MULES!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7085064244360387057</id><published>2007-09-18T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:48:30.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT NIGHT....PHILLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ru-pmwBiOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QH8IvBgzN9Y/s1600-h/skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111490585280264642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ru-pmwBiOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QH8IvBgzN9Y/s320/skins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I must say that I didn't see the entire game. We had Back to School Night last night, and in my hurry to get home I ran up on a curb and popped my tire. Then I get home (basically ridding on three wheels), I turn on my new flat screen to watch the beginning of the game. Told Austin he could watch the 1st quarter with me. Nothing real exciting and I put the boys to bed with the game tied 3 to 3. My big mistake was NOT coming back downstairs to watch the game but watching it in BED. Needless to say, I fell right asleep. My phone even rang and I never heard it. I left the t.v. on all night (which I never do) and I never set my alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well, what a shock to me when I wake up this a.m. and see the score 20 to 12!! Watching the highlights was awesome (nothing compared to seeing the real thing... but then again I was sleeping). Cooley making the awesome catch right before the half and then Portis sealing the deal in the fourth. Not to mention that Jason Campbell looked pretty good himself. McNabb..McShabb..... he played horrible. He is usually the leader of this team,but not last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Best part is that my son and I were the only ones to pick the Skins in our football pool. How nice it will be today to see the MANY people who teased me all week and just smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;VICTORY IS A WONDERFUL THING........... GO SKINS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7085064244360387057?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7085064244360387057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7085064244360387057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7085064244360387057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7085064244360387057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/09/night-nightphilly.html' title='NIGHT NIGHT....PHILLY!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ru-pmwBiOcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QH8IvBgzN9Y/s72-c/skins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6405225402982007643</id><published>2007-09-15T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:07:52.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ruxu3ABiObI/AAAAAAAAACs/lNVR-xtXEiA/s1600-h/Lil"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110581568336968114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ruxu3ABiObI/AAAAAAAAACs/lNVR-xtXEiA/s320/Lil%27+Kickers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As my boys grow older, I realize that I will always be BUSY. No time for mom to be sick because we have w-a-y too much to do. This past week I have been on numerous medications to cure a viral or bacterial infection....which one?? My doc. doesn't seem to know, so I have scripts for both...YEA!!! However, being sick can't slow me down. Just like last spring when both my boys were playing baseball, now both are playing soccer. Collin just started Lil' Kickers today and had a great time. So Austin played at 9:30 and Collin played at 11:00. After all games were said and done, we hit Pat's for lunch. By the time we make it home.... I feel like a truck has just run me over. Hence, a nap for 2 hours followed. Tomorrow it's grading papers, grocery shopping, and of course..... NFL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I would like to compliment my boys this week on being true gentlemen and "taking care of mom" when they could. Kindness goes a long way. Also, a great friend at work who would jump in with the boys if anything "illness wise" was to knock me down for the count. That's great to know that someone is there for your children. At least until my mom could make it down. Friends are great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So here we go again! 2 boys. 2 schedules. 1 busy mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6405225402982007643?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6405225402982007643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6405225402982007643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6405225402982007643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6405225402982007643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-we-go-again.html' title='HERE WE GO AGAIN'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ruxu3ABiObI/AAAAAAAAACs/lNVR-xtXEiA/s72-c/Lil%27+Kickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6008865230701465971</id><published>2007-09-03T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:27:31.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPECIAL TRIBUTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was watching a show the other day where Dave Trembley (manager of the O's) was talking about remembering your past, your roots, where you have come from, and defining moments that have made you the person you are today. When I think back to my childhood, much of it is foggy. However, one special child changed my life forever and taught me life long lessons that will never be forgotten...... my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lacey was born when I was in third grade and started her life with many health complications. Children's hospital in D.C. and Georgetown University hospital almost seemed to be her home away from home. When I grew older my parents and I would take shifts on spending the night with her because we always wanted someone with her. As her sister, I always shared a room at home with her... so this only felt right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;As time went by her health was a constant battle. At times, we didn't know which was worse... the illness or the side effects from the numerous medications. She fought a hard battle her last stay in the hospital (I believe was 3 1/2 weeks) as my mother, father, and I stood beside her and said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What did I learn from my sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Never give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Stand up and speak your mind for those you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Never let an illness stop your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. It doesn't matter what color you are... what matters is how you are treated,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and how you treat others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hold hands and snuggle with your loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are many other lessons and memories that I will always remember from Lacey. Also, from the doctors, nurses, her school, my coaches, etc.... who showed TRUE compassion. You can always tell who really has true compassion because it SHOWS, it's not just words but it's ACTIONS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Make sure you let your loved ones know how much they are cared for. As I have said many times before in my posts, "It's not how many breaths you take, but how many moments take your breath away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6008865230701465971?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6008865230701465971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6008865230701465971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6008865230701465971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6008865230701465971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-tribute.html' title='A SPECIAL TRIBUTE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2947960536686377179</id><published>2007-08-27T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:36:01.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW MANY DAYS LEFT???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can I put this???? I may require med's, captain @ coke, and a whole lot of prayer to get thru this year. Please keep my sanity in your thoughts and prayers.....I surely do need it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-2947960536686377179?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2947960536686377179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2947960536686377179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2947960536686377179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2947960536686377179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-many-days-left.html' title='HOW MANY DAYS LEFT???'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-7884524168172782944</id><published>2007-08-26T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T10:59:48.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEARING MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;God help me tomorrow!!! As the first day of school approaches tomorrow, I'm not worried about my own class, but that of my youngest son. I'm confident enough to know that my students and myself will be fine, but my youngest will venture out tomorrow into the "unknown".  I know this is a typical motherly reaction, but it doesn't make it any easier. For the past 2 years he has been in a private daycare and floated with the same group of kids. Friendships were built and he knew his routine. Now tomorrow.... he will leave my school and ride the bus (which he has never done before) and enter into a huge school, a new classroom, new students, and new routines. After school he will ride the bus to his old daycare and see many old friends (he's looking forward to that). You only have your first day of  K once in your life. I just pray that everything goes smooth for him. His teacher seems great but there is so much I couldn't really talk to her about when I met her on Friday. I have friends over at the school that I just hope will look out for my little guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I know if  I'm an emotional wreck today.... tomorrow won't be any better. Please just say a little prayer for Collin and myself tonight. I think I will be holding both my boys tight today and enjoying our small little family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-7884524168172782944?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7884524168172782944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=7884524168172782944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7884524168172782944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/7884524168172782944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/08/wearing-my-heart-on-my-sleeve.html' title='WEARING MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-8785611240535063175</id><published>2007-08-19T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:04:26.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Rewind.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now that Summer is coming to an end and I head back to work tomorrow, I'd like to think of all the positive moments that have happened this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Watching Austin play in the All Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Spending days at the pool with wonderful friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Finishing 3 novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Visiting N.Y. for the first time with a nice friend to show me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Austin loving football camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Visiting the Sullivan's pool and just relaxing with No pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Spending time in Rehobeth with my brother and sister in-law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Siesta Key beach for vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Celebrating Pop's b-day at Mid-Evil Times with the entire family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Watching Collin learn how to swim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. Going to the Shorebirds games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. Staying up late and sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Instead of being sad about returning to work, I'm trying to look at all the great times I've experienced this summer with my 2 boys. I realize it's usually those simple little things in life that makes me feel fulfilled as a mother. I'm sure I'll have tears in my eyes as I head out to work tomorrow BUT I also know we had a GREAT summer together as a family. Thanks to all who have shared in our summer memories....it's been awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-8785611240535063175?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8785611240535063175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=8785611240535063175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8785611240535063175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8785611240535063175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-rewind.html' title='Summer Rewind.....'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-4247721290407315595</id><published>2007-08-17T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:29:41.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YUCK...YANKEE STADIUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RsZDeIKWIwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qllvwsaohdc/s1600-h/yankees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099837812909679362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RsZDeIKWIwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qllvwsaohdc/s320/yankees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;August 15, 2007 ....... 1:05 game.     Yankees  vs. Orioles  @ Yankee Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;If you're a Yankee fan... I'm sorry. My family and friends went to this past Wednesday's game, and all I can say is, "What a let down"!!! Maybe I'm a little spoiled because I'm so use to Camden Yards and before that Memorial Stadium but Yankee Stadium is truly the pits. I realize it was built in 1923 and they had renovations from 1974-1975. Maybe they should have renovated for longer than that. However, even at a 1:05 game.... I had a strong grip on my youngest and my oldest had to hold tightly onto my back shirt to walk thru the stadium. The hallways seemed only 5 feet in width and people were on top of one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;As an O's fan, the game was great... except for the rude Yankee fans that didn't care about throwing out any curse words that came to mind (even with a 5 year old just inches behind them). My brother in-law warned me about wearing any O's stuff, but my youngest had his jersey on and I had my shirt and hat on. Fans didn't harass us, although we kept our cheering rather quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I realize they are building the new stadium right across the street ( hopefully it will be a major improvement than this stadium). When we left they blocked off exists and we basically had to walk completely around the stadium and jump a fence to make it back to our parking lot. Remember this is the Bronx, and I wasn't feeling too comfortable with this. We finally get to our parking lot only to sit for a half an hour before we finally move. To make the long story short, we took MANY wrong turns and even went down a one way street, and finally was on the right path about an hour and a half later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I guess it was just a let down because you think of the Yankees and you think $, and A-Rod, and Jeeter. I didn't imagine a small stadium (even my oldest asked why the field looked so small), and filth everywhere. I wanted my oldest to experience another stadium other than Camden Yards but I won't be taking him back again. Friends were great to be with but I can't imagine sitting thru all that mess again. Best part was seeing the O's kick butt in the extra inning on Yankee territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Go O's and if you're a Yankee fan, I hope this new stadium is much better than the one I sat in. You deserve a much better stadium!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-4247721290407315595?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4247721290407315595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=4247721290407315595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4247721290407315595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4247721290407315595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/08/yuckyankee-stadium.html' title='YUCK...YANKEE STADIUM'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RsZDeIKWIwI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qllvwsaohdc/s72-c/yankees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-4901536154547533585</id><published>2007-08-02T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:22:25.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING... HOT   HOT    HOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RrHlIHUJqsI/AAAAAAAAACc/4IieCLIAwNs/s1600-h/siesta+key+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094104581098023618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RrHlIHUJqsI/AAAAAAAAACc/4IieCLIAwNs/s320/siesta+key+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt; Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to Siesta Key we go!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;FAMILY VACATION IS FINALLY HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Pro's : waking up to the soft waves gently rolling upon shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;              swimming, snorkeling, and goofing off in the clear, warm water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;              jumping into a refreshing pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;              lying on the private beach and getting a nice brown tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;              eating out at dinner every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Con's : Can't think of any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hope everyone has enjoyed a nice vacation this summertime. This will be a nice break for the boys and I, along with friends, to enjoy a nice vacation together. Nice to relax before heading back to work :) Take Care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-4901536154547533585?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4901536154547533585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=4901536154547533585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4901536154547533585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4901536154547533585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/08/feeling-hot-hot-hot.html' title='FEELING... HOT   HOT    HOT'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RrHlIHUJqsI/AAAAAAAAACc/4IieCLIAwNs/s72-c/siesta+key+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-3824249168721397349</id><published>2007-07-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T18:46:41.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS FOOTBALL IN MD????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;O.K. Maybe I haven't researched this enough, but where is football in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wicomico&lt;/span&gt; County? Besides Salvation Army, and Tom Brown, the only other one I know of is the Pop Warner in Delmar. Seems like the kids here can play soccer all year and baseball. I'm kicking myself for not checking into the Pop Warner earlier. I guess I'll know better next year to sign my son up in the spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Another thing, has anyone noticed the the Dick's Sports store has the logo outside with the balls going from bottom to top like this: golf ball, baseball, soccer ball, basketball. NO FOOTBALL!! Is this just a regional thing? I go to buy sport chairs for my boys and they come in groups of three: baseball, soccer, and basketball. Once again, no football.  It's frustrating for kids who love the sport and understand it, and then not have the zillion of opportunities that kids elsewhere have. Maybe I need to talk to my friend who is in charge of all these camps around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wicomico&lt;/span&gt; and find out what is going on. Or maybe I just don't know. If anyone knows of good instructional camps (this side of the bridge) please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-3824249168721397349?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3824249168721397349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=3824249168721397349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3824249168721397349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3824249168721397349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-is-football-in-md.html' title='WHERE IS FOOTBALL IN MD????'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6365588731635748279</id><published>2007-07-29T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:00:44.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL DONE RIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rqz79CXJzKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5rEIwfRw234/s1600-h/mules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092722304673762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rqz79CXJzKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5rEIwfRw234/s320/mules.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This blog may be a little bias, but "WOW", what a super job Muhlenberg College did during their Skills and Thrills football camp. While my oldest could only attend the first three days, he received some GREAT strategies from the football staff of Muhlenberg themselves. They were able to rotate the kids around thru all staff members which included head coach, assistant head coach (my brother in-law :), special teams coordinator, and other local football coaches. Breaks were given when they could eat their lunch, take a dip in the pool, watch some football clips, and have some great motivational speakers come in and talk to the kids. Austin could come home and give a play by play account on the day ( wonder who that reminds me of??? ) and just talk about what a great time he had. While I only saw about half an hour of one practice.... I was truly impressed. Muhlenberg's camp director did a fantastic job! Thanks for keeping the game of football alive in Austin!!!!&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/8982095485101416045-6365588731635748279?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6365588731635748279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6365588731635748279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6365588731635748279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6365588731635748279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/football-done-right.html' title='FOOTBALL DONE RIGHT!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Rqz79CXJzKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5rEIwfRw234/s72-c/mules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-2110161509789392490</id><published>2007-07-14T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T18:03:26.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH..... SO PROUD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RplTKaoHaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5ied3K3jjWg/s1600-h/2007_0625o70063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087188692503062946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RplTKaoHaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5ied3K3jjWg/s320/2007_0625o70063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh my goodness!! Austin played in two tournament games today and I am quite proud! Did they win both games? No! However, their team played so well together and my son's effort was quite noticeable. He smacked 2 doubles, and made many great defensive plays..... I couldn't be happier. Most importantly, is his attitude. He loves to play and is respectful with all his coaches and players. So on paper, yes, they lost. But in my eyes, they were winners! Dad had to be beaming down with pride today!!!!&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/8982095485101416045-2110161509789392490?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2110161509789392490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=2110161509789392490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2110161509789392490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/2110161509789392490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-so-proud.html' title='OH..... SO PROUD!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RplTKaoHaaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5ied3K3jjWg/s72-c/2007_0625o70063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5495916961000657166</id><published>2007-07-11T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:54:30.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POSITIVE VS. NEGATIVE PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RpTsl5cYcDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yQj8AKEPCnw/s1600-h/upset+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085950015027310642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RpTsl5cYcDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yQj8AKEPCnw/s320/upset+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RpTsXZcYcCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gMzqEp6w1OQ/s1600-h/smiley+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085949765919207458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RpTsXZcYcCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gMzqEp6w1OQ/s320/smiley+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank goodness I have positive people ( for the most part ) to hang around and be a POSITIVE influence for my boys! My positive friends and family are the best people to go on trips with, take vacations, and are always there to cheer you up, or show you a different way to look at a situation. While we may throw jabs back and forth, we know it's all in good fun and we can always count on the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for my negative people.........WHY??? Obviously, you can't be happy ALL the time, but you have forgotten how short life can be. Who wants to live their lives always looking at the negative side of a situation or letting simple strangers upset you. YOU CAN'T CONTROL THE ACTIONS OF OTHERS!!!!! Those who anger you...control you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, think who you would like to spend a day with. Someone positive or negative....that answer should be obvious!&lt;/span&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/8982095485101416045-5495916961000657166?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5495916961000657166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5495916961000657166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5495916961000657166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5495916961000657166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/positive-vs-negative-people.html' title='POSITIVE VS. NEGATIVE PEOPLE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/RpTsl5cYcDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yQj8AKEPCnw/s72-c/upset+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-3779459885007728210</id><published>2007-07-10T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:47:08.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PATIENCE</title><content type='html'>Women are like  apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to  the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My close family and friends know why I posted this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-3779459885007728210?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3779459885007728210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=3779459885007728210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3779459885007728210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3779459885007728210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/patience.html' title='PATIENCE'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-4092194989901343561</id><published>2007-07-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:38:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND WHERE WAS MY CAMERA????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Spent a wonderful afternoon over a good friend's home the other day with the boys. IF I ONLY HAD MY CAMERA!!!! My friend and his wife have a beautiful home with a nice size pool in the back. The boys were in heaven. What was amazing to me, is that my youngest opens up only to a select few (adults). What was amazing, was that he trusted Mr. Ross enough to let him carry him thru the pool on a boogie-board. He had a blast and had complete trust in Mr. Ross. He only turned 5 a month ago and he goes under the water, but will always just hang near the steps. That's his comfort zone. So to see my youngest venture out and take a leap of faith was awesome. He wouldn't even come to me. Just wanted Mr. Ross. Wonderful day, wonderful friends, and once again a moment that took my breath away!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-4092194989901343561?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4092194989901343561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=4092194989901343561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4092194989901343561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4092194989901343561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-where-was-my-camera.html' title='AND WHERE WAS MY CAMERA????'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-771299377862692231</id><published>2007-07-05T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:15:01.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ro1bHpcYcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NU7Ea0OnSOc/s1600-h/4th+of+july.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083819741313265666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ro1bHpcYcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NU7Ea0OnSOc/s320/4th+of+july.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th of July Letdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, but is anyone else feeling the 4th of July letdown blues? I turn on the news this a.m. and all I see are the injuries and even deaths due to either malfunctions, or human stupidity! Many families around our country are spending countless days in the hospital now due to such mistakes. What happened to the "simple" celebrations? Baseball games, trips to the beach, clam bakes, cookouts, etc... It would be nice to just turn back time and celebrate the 4th the way we use to. Imagine the money that would be saved and even lives. Something to think about.....&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/8982095485101416045-771299377862692231?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/771299377862692231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=771299377862692231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/771299377862692231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/771299377862692231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_EajwMDDI/Ro1bHpcYcAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NU7Ea0OnSOc/s72-c/4th+of+july.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-5356180379239487893</id><published>2007-06-30T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:41:34.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As the pieces of wood, metal, shell, or glass of wind chimes move in the breeze and rebound off one another, they produce a blend of resonant tones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wherever we are, whatever we do, we, too, blend and interact with those around us in a chorus of harmony that enriches our lives and the lives of others. We do not have to be alike to be in harmony with one another. Through our variety of ideas and from our diverse backgrounds, we contribute to and complement one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-5356180379239487893?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5356180379239487893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=5356180379239487893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5356180379239487893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/5356180379239487893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-for-thought.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-290408166940471182</id><published>2007-06-24T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:04:54.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AND I THOUGHT BASEBALL WAS OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well... here we go AGAIN! On my summertime list, I never included baseball...which I guess now I should have. Austin playing in the 7/8 league was chosen to play on the All Star Team for 2 tournaments this summer. I was very proud of him for being chosen, since there are over 80 players in this league and only 24 were chosen. However, I didn't realize that these 2 tournaments meant practicing 3 x a week until our July tourney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;We just finished our first one this weekend in Willards and the team did GREAT!!! We won 2 out of 3 games. I don't want to brag too much about my son, but he did GREAT defensively and a good job offensively. On top of having a fever all weekend long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So if you can't find me at home, just reach me on my cell and most likely I'll be at the baseball fields. And most of you who are reading this know that I absolutely LOVE it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY SUMMERTIME TO EVERYONE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-290408166940471182?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/290408166940471182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=290408166940471182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/290408166940471182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/290408166940471182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-thought-baseball-was-over.html' title='AND I THOUGHT BASEBALL WAS OVER'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-3826069715323767210</id><published>2007-06-14T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:28:40.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGI....SUMMERTIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;SUMMERTIME =  1. being a mom all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   2. staying up late and sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   3. boating and beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   4. reading novels again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   5. flip flops, pony tails, and hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   6. brightly colored toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   7. RELAXED time with family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   8. July 4th on the boat with friends and beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                   9. sandy beaches and cool pools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                                  10. vacations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;If you can add on to your favorite summer plans, please do so!!! THANK GOD IT'S SUMMERTIME!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-3826069715323767210?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3826069715323767210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=3826069715323767210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3826069715323767210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/3826069715323767210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgisummertime.html' title='TGI....SUMMERTIME'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1564406173515172918</id><published>2007-06-09T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:38:42.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE IT UP FOR......M.O.Y. (MOTHER OF THE YEAR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, a proud moment for mom!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I have always wondered (after loosing my husband) could I handle all the decisions that come with raising two little boys. Anyone who has a child, realizes the enormous responsibility.... but doing it ALONE truly scared me. Then a friend tagged me with the nickname (MOY) when I forgot something in regards to my oldest ( I can't even remember now what it was...I think his bus#). That just raised my insecurities even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, my proud moments have come. Austin received straight A's in all the above level classes ( Reading and Math) and earned numerous awards at the end of the year. Besides the typical "completion of 2nd grade", "gym", "choral", etc..... came the real biggie, which was the President's Award for Educational Excellence. This pretty much combines classroom grades and standardized testing scores and only a handful of 2nd graders received this honor. On top of all this, we just received today in the mail, that he has met the criteria for magnet placement!!!! While I know there are pro's and con's to this magnet program...... I am soooo proud of my son. Makes me feel like I have done my job well as a parent, and sticking to our routines ( which some of my friends think are too strict) has paid off. Whether he goes or not ( he would rather be with me at my school) doesn't really matter. What matters to me is that he worked hard all year with a very strict teacher and earned every single one of those A's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So M.O.Y. is going to celebrate tonight with a few drinks and a movie with a special friend and realize that I'm doing a GREAT job as a mother!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1564406173515172918?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1564406173515172918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1564406173515172918' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1564406173515172918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1564406173515172918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-it-up-formoy-mother-of-year.html' title='GIVE IT UP FOR......M.O.Y. (MOTHER OF THE YEAR)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1699743136645820364</id><published>2007-05-28T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:53:13.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN LIFE THROWS YOU A CURVE BALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;O.K. Most of you know that these past 2 weeks have been like a roller coaster ride. While I have unfortunately focused on the negative, I have quite a bit to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What I wouldn't be able to do without : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1. Friends at work who just pop into my room to tease me or just smile and give me a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;2. My mother who calls every day to check in on me and the boys and is willing to sit and listen to me and even cry along with me....if need be. And lately, it has been a NEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;3. Baseball. Both teams have been a stress relief at times and then a huge headache at other times. Regardless..... I LOVE IT! And I love to support my boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4. A dear friend who has been like a second father to me and has gone out of his way to make sure the boys and I have something to look forward to. Imagine a basketball hoop, a flat of portulaca (flowers), and a card sitting on your door steps when you have had a horrible day at work. This is just one example of many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;5. Friends who can drive by and flip the bird to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;6. Silly e-mails to just cheer someone up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;7. My team mom. I would be lost without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;8. Family and friends who know when to leave you alone or MAKE YOU cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;9. A new special someone who shows up with a bottle of wine and a smile....hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;* Thanks for all of you who have been supportive these past few weeks and never turn a deaf ear. You guys are appreciated more than you know!!!!!!!!!!!!! (That's for Amanda :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1699743136645820364?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1699743136645820364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1699743136645820364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1699743136645820364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1699743136645820364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-life-throws-you-curve-ball.html' title='WHEN LIFE THROWS YOU A CURVE BALL'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6921623779956645681</id><published>2007-05-18T19:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:37:05.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Change.... Any Ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As of today, I am thinking very seriously of a career change. Anyone with any suggestions.....please comment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6921623779956645681?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6921623779956645681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6921623779956645681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6921623779956645681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6921623779956645681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/05/career-change-any-ideas.html' title='Career Change.... Any Ideas?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-8545224965743379089</id><published>2007-04-22T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:29:54.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE PERFECT DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;WOW, is all I can say!!!!! I am still in awe of yesterdays' Fruitland Little League's Opening Day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just to note a few highlights: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Listening to a wonderful friend call out the names of each and every team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; 2. Beaming with pride as both of my boys run across the field ( one doing a half flip / slide at the end).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Coaching my team as they play a wonderful game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Laughing out loud as my 4 year old runs out from center field to hand me a "flower" (dandelion) he found. Then yelling at him to get back in position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Getting a "pat on the back" and "thank you" from many supportive parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Helping out coach my oldest sons team and beaming with pride when he was pitching, hitting, fielding, or just goofing off. God, would his dad be so proud!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Yelling and cheering for sooo many of my students at school. Trying to cheer one up when he struck out twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Last, but surely NOT least....enjoying my good friends and family. What would we have without our friends and family???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't say enough how very proud I was of my two boys, and of myself for sticking with this hectic schedule. A beautiful day that will always be special to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've said it before but: It's not how many breaths we take but how many moments take our breath away. Again, special moments that my boys and I will always cherish!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-8545224965743379089?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8545224965743379089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=8545224965743379089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8545224965743379089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/8545224965743379089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-perfect-day.html' title='PICTURE PERFECT DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-545689859393070228</id><published>2007-04-15T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:14:08.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRICELESS......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some things you just can't put a price tag on:  PRICELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* listening to your children SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* watching a 5 yr. old run to base with the bat still in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* looking into the eyes of "awe" and "wonderment" as the plane takes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* holding a new-born baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* giving the new-born BACK to parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* taking a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* knowing you have friends that will always put a smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WORTHLESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Negative people (why??? life is too short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Always complaining but never fixing the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* Rude, arrogant people ( why do they think they are so much better??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'd love to thank all the people who have made my life PRICELESS....... you guys are great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Worthless people are just that: Worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-545689859393070228?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/545689859393070228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=545689859393070228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/545689859393070228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/545689859393070228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/04/priceless.html' title='PRICELESS......'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1042357669626565100</id><published>2007-04-11T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:54:45.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Stereotype...... WHO CARES????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It amazes me that it is the year 2007 and we still have such pathetic gender stereotypes. Hello??? June Cleaver no longer exists, and it's pretty sad if men really want a June Cleaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  While we shouldn't paint with such a broad paintbrush ( I like that phrase a friend once said ), it's hard not to attach certain qualities to the male / female. Male--- macho, strong, doesn't cry. Female--- soft, loving, and nurturing. There are many more of course but I believe that every person is unique regardless of gender and shouldn't be "labled" by stereotypes. I know many GREAT dads who have "fatherly instincts" but society only uses "motherly instincts". Men cry...that's GREAT!!! That shows they are human and NOT weak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;      WHY THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ASK????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This week I have felt a lot of pressure of being a woman who is coaching Collin's Tee-Ball team. Imagine that!!! A female coach! Women don't know anything about baseball, right?? While I have many fathers who will do anything I ask of them, I have just one or two who in my opinion can't stand a female coaching their child. They have an arrogant, take charge attitude that is getting quite old. Let's just say, next practice they will see a different side of me they may not like...OH WELL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  Also, my doctor this week was an arrogant jerk. His ego is the size of a barn and if I was a male, would he have crossed the line and asked those inappropriate questions???? DOUBTFUL!!! What burns me up is that I didn't question his inappropriateness. I didn't stand up for myself!! I was in pain and was taken aback by his questions.... but those are just excuses. I should have told him he crossed the professional doctor / patient line. So I'm basically more upset with myself than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  With two boys, I play the role of mother and father. I don't want my boys to feel that they have to carry the load of "dad"  to help out and loose part of their childhood. Unfortunately, this has already happened with my oldest. I want them to realize that our small family is just fine. My youngest is now starting to ask lots of questions about "dads" and you can just see the confusion. Bottom line... I don't want my boys to see stereotypes. I'm not a bionic mother, ( I try to be )  but I want my boys to know that it's o.k. to just have a mom AND that mothers can do "dad" stuff and that it's O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1042357669626565100?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1042357669626565100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1042357669626565100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1042357669626565100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1042357669626565100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/04/gender-stereotype-who-cares.html' title='Gender Stereotype...... WHO CARES????'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6784406064020425159</id><published>2007-04-10T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:45:20.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Doc!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Since I only visit the doctor when I am ill, I was kinda taken aback by my doctors demeanor today. I'm 34 and have been blessed to NEVER before have a bladder / urinary tract infection. I had heard they were quite painful. Well today I experienced the full sha-bang!!! Felt a lot of pressure in the lower abdomen and a frequent urge to urinate. No burning or anything but a constant pressure that finally had me bent over in pain during my math class. So I call my doc. who says, "We'll see you at 4:00". GREAT!! After talking to friends at school I realized all I needed was a week of antibiotics and I would be just dandy. I urinated in the cup which tested positive for the bladder infection BUT I wasn't prepared for the questions that my doctor proceeded to ask. He asked if I was sexually active. I said, "No". And then he asked me why not??? Why not I said??? I said that I was not in a relationship where I felt the need to be intimate with anyone. Then he said, "Are you o.k. with this?" I felt I was being grilled by my doctor when all I needed was an antibiotic for a bladder infection. I told him that I was very happy with my life right now and am too busy... I wouldn't have time for a "true relationship". What the hell??? Why was my doc. hounding me? I asked how I could have possibly gotten the bladder infection and the three most common ways had nothing to do with sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;  It made me mad driving later to pick up the prescription. Was he insinuating I needed a man?? A sex life??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6784406064020425159?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6784406064020425159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6784406064020425159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6784406064020425159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6784406064020425159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-doc.html' title='Thanks Doc!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-1544222820209747019</id><published>2007-03-25T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:24:43.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions I ponder.....Hmmm!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Doing some self reflection today and wondering WHAT  I really want and WHY. Some of my friends envy my life ( I wonder why? because I dont). Not having to answer to anyone, making my own decisions, and basically running my family the way I feel is appropriate. While this may sound GREAT to many.....it's also a lonely life at times. I have wonderful, supportive friends and family and I'm constantly busy with teaching, Austin's baseball, now coaching Collin's team..... but there is still that void. The sad part is.... I'm getting use to that void and wonder if I will ever want to rearrange my life to let another in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Many know that I am stubborn and competitive. But I'm also fun, energetic, and loyal. For my boys sake I hope that we will have a family of four again.... I know they need a male figure to look up to. I on the other hand, may just be happy to be alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; If life was perfect (which of course it isn't) I'd have my husband back and the family we planned. Although I'm past the "angry" stage and I've accepted what life has thrown at me... I still get pissed whenever I watch those medical shows and I see patients in very similar conditions that my husband was in and they of course miraculously pull thru!! That's horrible to say..... I should be happy for these families but instead I'm upset that this same miracle didn't happen to my family. Why did my boys get delt a bad hand??? Will I be able to raise them up correctly and have their father look down with pride??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  People call me strong.... but little do they know that I'm terrified that I will screw up my boys lives and I'm not as confident as many believe. It's almost like an "act" sometimes.  Some people think I just need the right man in my life and I'm just wondering if I want a man at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  I'm even wondering why I'm blogging about this. It's quite personal!! However, only close friends and family read this and respond. They probably already know half this stuff anyways. Just one of those sentimental days I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-1544222820209747019?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1544222820209747019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=1544222820209747019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1544222820209747019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/1544222820209747019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/questions-i-ponderhmmm.html' title='Questions I ponder.....Hmmm!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-6006669946086534148</id><published>2007-03-18T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T11:51:22.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S PLAY BALL!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="baseball"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="baseball" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, baseball is finally here!!! No more inside soccer and driving home in the dark. Days will be spent outside on warm sunny evenings practicing the beloved sport of baseball. Many of you know that this year I will have 2 boys that will be involved in our Fruitland Little League ( whew... lots of running around for mom ). However, I was asked by my older son's coach to coach my younger son's team. HA.... was my initial reaction. Then I really thought about it and realized that I could really pull this off. Knowing I will be living at the baseball fields anyways....why not lend my talents of coaching??? ( o.k..... you can stop laughing now ) Knowing that I have soooo much patience (ha) it should be pretty fun watching a bunch of 5 and 6 year olds chase butterflies and play in the dirt while trying to teach the basic fundamentals of baseball. I'm thinking a big bottle of xanax should do the trick!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on a serious note.... I think my husband would be proud of me and hopefully this will be a lasting memory for my son. I still think about him when I'm faced with decisions about our boys. What would we do? How would he react? I feel great about this decision and I hope I'm making Jody proud!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now........... let's play some ball!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opps... there should be a pic of a baseball field in the top left corner,  but obviously I don't know how to do this yet!!! Sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-6006669946086534148?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6006669946086534148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=6006669946086534148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6006669946086534148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/6006669946086534148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-play-ball.html' title='LET&apos;S PLAY BALL!!!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-4315547119776260648</id><published>2007-03-07T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:49:23.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YES THEY CALL HIM THE STREAK!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My family consists of my oldest son... who is 8 , my youngest son...who is currently 4, and of course myself. We try to stick to a pretty strict routine during the week and weekends are filled with sports events ( between 2 boys...whew!! ). Anyways, let me get to the point of this story. Tuesday and Thursday nights my youngest always has an appointment between 6:30 - 7:00. During this time my oldest and I usually run errands or complete his homework. Half an hour isn't a lot of time to really accomplish too much. Anyways, this past Tuesday my oldest and I drove real quickly to the local grocery store to pick up just a few items. My oldest is a big help to me and on the way out he was carrying 2 heavy bags to the car. He started laughing to me that his pants were starting to fall down. I just told him to keep walking and he'll be fine. Needless to say, the laughter gets louder and louder and I look over at him to see his jeans down by his ankles and him still walking and carrying the bags. We were at the car by this time and we both just fell to the ground laughing hysterically. While on-lookers might have found us "crazy"........ we celebrated a magical moment. Someone once wrote: Life isn't measured by how many breaths you take, but by how many moments take your breath away. Let's just say, that night took my breath away and I know it is a moment my son and I will never forget. I also learned that night that I need to buy a belt for my son. HA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-4315547119776260648?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4315547119776260648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=4315547119776260648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4315547119776260648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/4315547119776260648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-yes-they-call-him-streak.html' title='OH YES THEY CALL HIM THE STREAK!!!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982095485101416045.post-273132080869413904</id><published>2007-03-04T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:30:13.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I finally set up a blog! Not too painful, just took some time to design the page itself. My blogs will most likely consist of my ever hectic life, family, and dear ol friends. My life is easily described like a roller coaster ride.... so come along for a ride.... I'm sure you'll enjoy lots of laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982095485101416045-273132080869413904?l=angelaknarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/feeds/273132080869413904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8982095485101416045&amp;postID=273132080869413904' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/273132080869413904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982095485101416045/posts/default/273132080869413904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelaknarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/whew.html' title='Whew!!!!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03123234951939322279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
