tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60116450122842524412024-03-13T23:13:00.168-05:00Oh Happy Day!"This is the day the Lord has made!"Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-41990030569136940122010-04-11T15:59:00.003-05:002010-04-11T16:51:52.187-05:00Back to life...back to reality!I said in many posts that I don't have a lot to write about. We have no kids, no big trips to brag about....we just work hard each day and love life! But on November 30th, our world changed.<br /><br /><br /><br />Jason and I were on our way home from visiting a friend at the funeral home since her daddy died. That brought back a wave of emotions. Although every situation is different, it's never easy losing a parent. My heart broke for my friend because I knew her world had been changed forever. I wanted to make her world better, but I knew I couldn't take away the pain.<br /><br /><br /><br />Jason and I made it home and were walking in the door. My friend called to ask me to put her absence in online since she wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week. So I helped Jason light a fire in our fireplace and sat down to enter my friend's absense. Jason went to go check on our Lab puppies. 5 minutes later, BOOM!<br /><br /><br /><br />I yelled at Jason, shaking, not sure what just happened. It was suddenly dark, and I had debris all over me, and I saw installation fly across the room. I just thought something had exploded because the fire was still going. Jason ran in, grabbed a Subway cup, and put out the fire. I got up and thought the worst was over.<br /><br /><br /><br />That's when I saw flames. Knowing Jason just put out the fire in the fireplace, I knew that wasn't good. It was small, so I knew it would be ok. Jason and I looked at each other. He was yelling, "What do we do?" I grabbed my phone and called 911. The operator was asking all kinds of questions. When I told her what was going on, she told me to get out of the house right away. I yelled at Jason to get out, but he was trying to turn off the gas at the fireplace. The operator was telling us to get out. She was VERY firm. I got outside, but Jason stayed in. My heart was racing. Finally Jason joined me. We felt so helpless. Finally a lady arrived in a small SUV. Jason's first response was, "What good is she going to do?"<br /><br /><br /><br />She ran in, looked at what was going on, and I could tell in her voice panic had arrived. She grabbed my arms, looked in my eyes, and said, "You need to grab anything that is important you, you're house is about to blow up."<br /><br /><br /><br />I will never forget those words for as long as I live. Still makes me shake to think about it. I started turning in circles....what was really important to me? My first thought was my folder with the letter my mom wrote me from her death bed. No--it's just paper. The words are in my heart. All of the cards Jason has given me? The lady told me to run...get out now! So I grabbed my computer and thought--I'll have my pics!!<br /><br /><br /><br />The next few minutes seemed like eternity. The lady asked Jason to get a water hose to the fireplace. Praise God we had a hose hooked up to the line at Ella's pen. So Jason was outside, feeding the hose inside. I was yelling for them not to ruin the floor. Silly, huh?! As I saw the water pour onto the floor and all over the TV, I had to walk away. The fire trucks were calling this lady, asking where the exact location was. So I grabbed the radio and started talking to them, while Mrs. Emily and Jason worked on the fire. I was feeling pretty good about everything because the fire had died down. A second later, the fire flew up and started taking over the ceiling. My great room was quickly burning away.<br /><br />I ran to the street to wave down the fire trucks. I was really nervous. The first of 7 fire trucks arrived. The firemen jumped out, suited up and ran the hose around to the fire. I let them do their thing while I waited outside. I called a few people to let them know what was going on. Our sweet neighbors came over to check on us. That is when I lost it. It hit me what was going on.<br /><br />They finally put out the fire, but the firemen couldn't tell us 100% the fire was out in the attic, so they wouldn't let us spend the night. That was a long night. When we returned around 6:30 the next morning, we didn't know what we would find. Thankfully, our house was still standing.<br /><br />Little did I know what all this fire would bring. Since it was propane, the RR Commission was involved. So the next day, it seemed like a million people came into my house. Then an attorney from our insurance called us at 8PM that night. He informed me this fire would be under investigation. In other words, no one could come in to fix our house until the investigation was over. Ron, the atty, told me it would be about a week until they were done. The contractor told me it would take about 2 weeks to rebuild the burned part of the house. So in my mind, I would be home in 3 weeks.<br /><br />So the sweet lady from the company that came to get all of our clothes, curtains, rugs, bedding, etc. started bagging up all of our belongings. The insurance guy told us we would have to go buy some clothes and things to last for the next few days until the company washed a few outfits and returned them.<br /><br />So Jason and I checked into our hotel, thanks to a sweet friend for getting us the room--it was the college softball World Series in College Station--NO ROOMS! When we checked in and started getting ready for bed, we realized we had nothing to wear to bed....much less to wear the next day. We felt helpless. So off to Walmart to buy what we needed. I wore the same clothes for 2 days--puts everything in perspective! Then I realized I didn't have my laundry room to wash clothes. It was sinking in, and I missed home!!<br /><br />Fast forward 53 days....phone calls, random people coming to my house to take pipes, pics, etc....we finally made it back home.<br /><br />I wish I could say those 53 days were wonderful, but it was so very stressful. We are still not 100% finished, but at least we are home.<br /><br />I could write a book on everything I learned. Main thing---God is in control, and He's bigger than any problem we face.<br /><br />This was one of the most scariest times in my life. I'm hoping for a less dramatic year!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-36585087807449454992010-01-01T20:26:00.002-06:002010-01-01T20:32:30.565-06:00Goodbye 2009!When I think about the past year, I realize what a ride it's been! Everything happens in 3s, and it was no different for the past year. We lost a dog, a job, and almost a house! Through each trial, God has taught us a lot! No doubt, He has brought us closer to Him.<br /><br />I will post about our house fire one day. They still haven't started fixing it, so hopefully 2010 will bring us some luck! Until then, we will share a couch, TV, and one bathroom! I am getting spoiled to new, fresh, folded towels each day, a made up bed and hot breakfast each morning! Although those things are nice, there is nothing like home!!<br /><br />I hope everyone has a fabulous 2010! I pray I grow to become more like Christ each and every day. But do you think I could do it with less drama this year?! :)<br /><br />Happy New Year!!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-35031951365586777332009-11-06T21:03:00.000-06:002009-11-06T21:05:20.640-06:00Our Pride and Joy!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Most people blog about their kids! Me? I blog about our pups. Here are some pics of a few of our girls and boy! :)<br />This is Bo--the only male. Bo is short for Gumbo! :) Gotta keep my Louisiana roots!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7WhxWII/AAAAAAAACSo/gsZPLopsgvM/s1600-h/CIMG5018.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7WhxWII/AAAAAAAACSo/gsZPLopsgvM/s320/CIMG5018.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is who we are calling Tux....notice the white stripe? She is SO precious! She is super smart and follows Ella EVERYWHERE! She is very inquisitive and will make a wonderful hunting dog.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7fdnWHI/AAAAAAAACSw/X0N96g3n2bE/s1600-h/CIMG5013.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7fdnWHI/AAAAAAAACSw/X0N96g3n2bE/s320/CIMG5013.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Here's another pic of Bo! He's outnumbered with 6 sisters!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7rhNcLI/AAAAAAAACS4/G6N7ddForpI/s1600-h/CIMG5065.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj7rhNcLI/AAAAAAAACS4/G6N7ddForpI/s320/CIMG5065.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Here's one we call Oreo. She was crying to get her pic taken. She likes to snuggle and play with her siblings. She is a SUPER sweetie!!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj754vZRI/AAAAAAAACTA/sRX5W4Gi2k0/s1600-h/CIMG5083.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SvTj754vZRI/AAAAAAAACTA/sRX5W4Gi2k0/s320/CIMG5083.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>One of the pups got picked out today. It was bittersweet. It someone that teaches in CSISD and lives right next to where I teach. So I will be able to keep up with Bella. Isn't that a cute name? They wanted to remember their mom, Ella. Too sweet! They are coming to get her the day before Thanksgiving.<br /><br />That is about all we are up to these days. I am really ready for a break from school. I haven't had a break since school started, which is very hard. I have a SUPER SWEET class this year, but we all need a break. Basketball is starting up, which means FUN and also some late nights.<br /><br />Come see us and our pups if you're around!!!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-10178304981432093492009-10-04T21:32:00.000-05:002009-10-04T21:35:15.042-05:00The pups have arrived!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXOcPyBI/AAAAAAAACMg/QrQpGj2HM0A/s1600-h/CIMG4915.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXOcPyBI/AAAAAAAACMg/QrQpGj2HM0A/s320/CIMG4915.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>One yellow female (above)<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXsJCAEI/AAAAAAAACMo/2hVGpQMKmhA/s1600-h/CIMG4916.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXsJCAEI/AAAAAAAACMo/2hVGpQMKmhA/s320/CIMG4916.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>One yellow (closer to white) male (above)<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXx1-UbI/AAAAAAAACMw/FLHCYxYBLLM/s1600-h/CIMG4919.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbXx1-UbI/AAAAAAAACMw/FLHCYxYBLLM/s320/CIMG4919.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>All the pups...even one on her back...just like Aunt Addi used to do!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbYanI63I/AAAAAAAACM4/6Zt-yZLGYgY/s1600-h/CIMG4925.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SslbYanI63I/AAAAAAAACM4/6Zt-yZLGYgY/s320/CIMG4925.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>5 black females (One was being a loner during this photo shoot!)<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-73640010136331016442009-08-02T18:49:00.002-05:002009-08-02T18:52:54.526-05:00Lab pups, Anyone?I experienced a first this past weekend. We invited a male Lab over to be our Ella's boyfriend for a while. Hopefully this will cause Ella to be a first time mommy. People ask if we are going to have kids. Nope, we are going to have puppies!!! HA! We won't know if it worked until a few weeks, but if all goes as planned, we will be welcoming some pups in the beginning of October. They will be ready to go several weeks after that. Let me know if you're interested in a pup---or 2!!!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-84562040136337935622009-07-20T12:26:00.004-05:002009-07-20T12:54:21.134-05:00God is good!!I'm such a slacker when it comes to my personal blog!! My life is not interesting, I have facebook and a school blog...so add that up and it equals no posts for my personal blog!<br /><br />Not a lot and A LOT has happened since we moved in! Clear as mud?! Life was pretty normal until last week. Jason got word he had lost his job. It was quite eventful because the week before he was called by the owners of the company and told how wonderful he was, etc. He even asked about the future of the company, how the econonmy has affected the business, etc. He was told not to worry. Then his boss came down to ride with him and praised him. He even told Jason he needed to sell his personal truck because he had his company truck. That was on a Thursday. Monday afternoon at 1:15P.M. his boss told Jason he was in town and needed to see him to give him something. Jason was met with, "I'm having to let you go. Please get all of your personal items out of the truck. I will also need your laptop, phone, etc." Jason called me to come get him. This was also the week my sister's kids had decided to come spend the week with us.<br /><br />So I called my sis and asked her to come get the boys. We were in no mood to entertain the boys, and we had some major decisions to make. Do we move? Do we sell our house? What is God trying to tell us? My sis decided to come the next day. (Bless her heart...she just THOUGHT she was getting a week of silence to work!)<br /><br />The next day my sis arrived, and Jason learned a lot more about his company. Not that he wanted to know more people had been let go, but it did bring comfort to know 12 others were let go. Jason thought he had done something wrong because of how everything happened. He learned the company was $250,000 in the hole in the first quarter. His boss told him they needed to get their finances straight, then they would hire him back. Ummm...no thanks! You totally just put our family on the street and want us to come back.?! Bobcat paid no sev. pay and no "2 week notice". Lovely timing since we just built a house.<br /><br />When Jason called me to come get him, I had a few minutes to think and pray. I was angry, sad, upset, hurt for Jason, etc. I was ready to let his boss have it. I had my speech ready to go! :) When I got to Jason, it was like the Lord shook me and made me new person. I told Jason on the phone I was going to have a few words ready for his boss. Jason agreed. Then when I got out, Jason told me not to say anything. I told him I felt the same way. Funny how God works, huh?! I hadn't met this boss because he was just hired. (That was causing some issues of anger because they didn't have money to pay my husband, but had money to hire and move this man...and he pulled up in a brand new truck!) So I walked up to him and said, "Are you Brent? Hi, I'm Carrie Owen." ...as I shook his hand. I noticed tears in this eyes. WHAT?! He didn't look me in the eyes again.<br /><br />Talk about God's timing....the week before when Brent was riding with Jason, Jason had witnessed to Brent. Brent said he went to church, etc. but Jason knew God wanted more of Brent. So after we cleaned out Jason's truck, I went to Brent and told him I was praying for him. They can't sell their house, so his wife and children haven't moved here. I told him I hope they could sell it, etc. He apologized for everything that was happening. I told him God is bigger than his and HIS ways are perfect. I told him this was not a shock to God, and He knows what is best. Brent just kind of looked at me. God is working...and if we have to go through pain for someone else to have a relationship with God, then so be it!<br /><br />So we decided that if Ash would entertain the boys during the day while we got our ducks in a row, they could stay a few days. This was PERFECT! From 6-8:30PM they went to our church's Sports Camp. This allowed time for my sis and I to go get a pedicure, talk school talk, and to counsel Jason and me! :) Once again, God is good!<br /><br />Fast forward to last week....JASON GOT ANOTHER JOB!! I could write 10 pages on how God worked to provide that job. But the bottom line is God is good, and HE provides in HIS timing. The timing of it all and the pain we had to go through was NOT easy. I pray it never happens again. But it also taught us to totally rely on HIM!!<br /><br />Jason started his new job today. He called 2 hours later and sounded like a little kid at Christmas. He was SO happy and has already done well. Let us never forget God is good. His timing is perfect. He loves his children. This earth is NOT home, so He has to do things to bring glory to Him and bring people to his kingdom. Who are we to question His moves?<br /><br />This world is a crazy place. I'm afraid it's only going to get worse. My mom used to ask me, "Carrie, is this an eternal problem?" If the answer is no, then move on. She always had the right focus. We must become less so He can become greater.<br /><br />I'm getting my classroom ready for school. I teach Jumpstart, so I start earlier. I like it because I only teach 1/2 a day and get paid some more money. It's easy, and I get to know the kids before they start "real" school.<br /><br />Jason and I celebrated 5 years of marriage on July 17th. He found out he got the new job on Thursday. God's timing is perfect. We could truly celebrate and enjoy it knowing Jason had a job to start on Monday.<br /><br />I know this post was a lot of rambling and probably hard to follow. Sorry. Bottom line: God is good, and HIS timing in perfect. He is SO much bigger than any troubles we have.<br /><br />To God be the glory...Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-53372867693273336492009-04-13T16:14:00.010-05:002009-04-13T16:49:48.987-05:00Home Sweet Home!See message below...sorry for the craziness of this post. This is our sweet Ella!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyygqccpI/AAAAAAAABp4/QRwCrvWCRYQ/s1600-h/House+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324295765313221266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyygqccpI/AAAAAAAABp4/QRwCrvWCRYQ/s320/House+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> Great room<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyyUAOLLI/AAAAAAAABpw/GrVh0Ioypsc/s1600-h/House+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324295761914899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyyUAOLLI/AAAAAAAABpw/GrVh0Ioypsc/s320/House+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our house!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyx90tjtI/AAAAAAAABpo/cfnM8o4ZudE/s1600-h/House+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324295755961044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOyx90tjtI/AAAAAAAABpo/cfnM8o4ZudE/s320/House+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> First, let me appologize for the photos. They are in NO order and are not turned the correct way. I am having issues with our AT&T connection and this computer doesn't have my photo program, so I am trying to do the best I can with what I have! :) Here is our home...still a work in progress! :)<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div>This is our mailbox.</div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOwEEHqlJI/AAAAAAAABpg/bS_2XgaEnC4/s1600-h/House+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292768353916050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOwEEHqlJI/AAAAAAAABpg/bS_2XgaEnC4/s320/House+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Back patio. Our garden is behind the trees. We added some bird feeders, plants, lemon tree, etc. since this pic was taken.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOwDy_uUNI/AAAAAAAABpY/raMzoeh-25o/s1600-h/House+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292763757203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOwDy_uUNI/AAAAAAAABpY/raMzoeh-25o/s320/House+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is our entry. This was my mom's "medicine cabinet", so it has special meaning. Now it holds my cookbooks.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292759931121842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOwDkvg8LI/AAAAAAAABpQ/9-7qzQ4B_VM/s320/House+043.jpg" border="0" /><br />This is the entry/hall/dining room.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzq34VqI/AAAAAAAABpI/UtF2yyEjMGI/s1600-h/House+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292486698915490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzq34VqI/AAAAAAAABpI/UtF2yyEjMGI/s320/House+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hallway--this was taken for my sis so she can see the pics on the wall!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzuqNuTI/AAAAAAAABpA/xht233hIwjc/s1600-h/House+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292487715338546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzuqNuTI/AAAAAAAABpA/xht233hIwjc/s320/House+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Broom closet--still need to hang hooks to hold all of it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzSrBK5I/AAAAAAAABo4/PX6_vcMvrZ8/s1600-h/House+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292480202517394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzSrBK5I/AAAAAAAABo4/PX6_vcMvrZ8/s320/House+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />laundry room--excuse the mess! Jason's favorite part: the ice machine.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzJ9Uu4I/AAAAAAAABow/0xsrCVVBRqE/s1600-h/House+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292477863377794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvzJ9Uu4I/AAAAAAAABow/0xsrCVVBRqE/s320/House+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One guest room--still needs lots of work.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvy3OlZrI/AAAAAAAABoo/jy379pYyZUw/s1600-h/House+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292472835499698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvy3OlZrI/AAAAAAAABoo/jy379pYyZUw/s320/House+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Extra bedroom continued.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXqPB07I/AAAAAAAABog/zLUWrWjUtm4/s1600-h/House+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324292005491233714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXqPB07I/AAAAAAAABog/zLUWrWjUtm4/s320/House+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bathroom for guest bedrooms<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXVGTY3I/AAAAAAAABoY/Zsa7Xj4-liU/s1600-h/House+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291999817491314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXVGTY3I/AAAAAAAABoY/Zsa7Xj4-liU/s320/House+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another guest bedroom. I got this furniture when I was 13. The little chair/desk is from my 6th grade classroom at A.E.P.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXCGONoI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ogkzQW9JVEA/s1600-h/House+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291994716878466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvXCGONoI/AAAAAAAABoQ/ogkzQW9JVEA/s320/House+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Guest bedroom with my furniture and desk. (from above)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvW5o5eqI/AAAAAAAABoI/SPVq7eW6Vp0/s1600-h/House+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291992446401186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvW5o5eqI/AAAAAAAABoI/SPVq7eW6Vp0/s320/House+030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kitchen<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvWnMGdbI/AAAAAAAABoA/GoQ8sc1Va1E/s1600-h/House+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291987493778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOvWnMGdbI/AAAAAAAABoA/GoQ8sc1Va1E/s320/House+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My desk area<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOuoLMJmkI/AAAAAAAABn4/VlIt9Z54rg4/s1600-h/House+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291189703809602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOuoLMJmkI/AAAAAAAABn4/VlIt9Z54rg4/s320/House+027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Corner of great room--still need to hang pic.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunzu6dfI/AAAAAAAABnw/NCqO4-BpKvc/s1600-h/House+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291183407166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunzu6dfI/AAAAAAAABnw/NCqO4-BpKvc/s320/House+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> Great room<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunaTz3vI/AAAAAAAABng/Bl5eGIpdKvI/s1600-h/House+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291176582602482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunaTz3vI/AAAAAAAABng/Bl5eGIpdKvI/s320/House+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kitchen<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunGgsGkI/AAAAAAAABnY/LTCvQ8v76ec/s1600-h/House+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324291171267910210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOunGgsGkI/AAAAAAAABnY/LTCvQ8v76ec/s320/House+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> Another living area<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsU4_R6WI/AAAAAAAABnQ/1mszfg7af1Y/s1600-h/House+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288659377219938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsU4_R6WI/AAAAAAAABnQ/1mszfg7af1Y/s320/House+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />View from entry<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUnO_zoI/AAAAAAAABnI/MScFT6GZERA/s1600-h/House+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288654611304066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUnO_zoI/AAAAAAAABnI/MScFT6GZERA/s320/House+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jason's office: Aggie maroon<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUS7oFsI/AAAAAAAABnA/vrN3bp6FqyE/s1600-h/House+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288649161348802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUS7oFsI/AAAAAAAABnA/vrN3bp6FqyE/s320/House+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bathroom for Jason's office<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUPbqY1I/AAAAAAAABm4/XtE_xhILE0g/s1600-h/House+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288648221975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsUPbqY1I/AAAAAAAABm4/XtE_xhILE0g/s320/House+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our bedroom<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsTzsI-WI/AAAAAAAABmw/LJ70IArNHQg/s1600-h/House+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288640774895970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOsTzsI-WI/AAAAAAAABmw/LJ70IArNHQg/s320/House+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our bedroom<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr5WXhTpI/AAAAAAAABmo/lCe98PvjwGI/s1600-h/House+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288186227183250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr5WXhTpI/AAAAAAAABmo/lCe98PvjwGI/s320/House+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Master bathroom<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr5Jb-ETI/AAAAAAAABmg/WusKW_MBql4/s1600-h/House+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288182756184370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr5Jb-ETI/AAAAAAAABmg/WusKW_MBql4/s320/House+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Jason's side of the bathroom<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr473aFQI/AAAAAAAABmY/f20j5MoXHeI/s1600-h/House+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288179113170178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr473aFQI/AAAAAAAABmY/f20j5MoXHeI/s320/House+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My side of the bathroom. The blue blob is a pic of Louisiana one of my nephews drew! :)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr4vKUncI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZgSEoD9gHw8/s1600-h/House+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288175702842818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr4vKUncI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZgSEoD9gHw8/s320/House+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Far away view of whole house.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr4UQLWCI/AAAAAAAABmI/i6t2BMjOB1U/s1600-h/House+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288168479643682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SeOr4UQLWCI/AAAAAAAABmI/i6t2BMjOB1U/s320/House+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-24246472912765526212009-03-14T21:06:00.002-05:002009-03-14T21:26:50.300-05:00Life...As I Know It!I know, I know...it's been a while. I am still shocked to see the number of people that look at this blog. Are y'all that bored?! HA!<br /><br />Let's see if I can catch you up on us...<br />We sold our home and moved into our new home late January. I wish it was as easy as that last sentence sounds! God was FOR SURE in charge, and He grew us. We had to totally depend on Him and He brought us closer to Him. Jason and I had heard building a house could cause a divorce, but we were on the same page through the whole process. The stress came throughout the process, but the major deal was selling the house we lived in. The family that put an offer on it moved VERY slowly. God taught us patience. Then we got a call the day before closing that our loan might not go through. WHAT?!! Apparently the underwriter didn't like that Jason put he worked for Bobcat, so the letter from his boss said Bobcat. But his paycheck said Berry Companies. They were a tad confused. But a call to Jason's boss and a letter later, we were good to go. We found out at 5P.M. that we would close at 9A.M. the next day. God taught us to totally depend on Him and wait on HIS timing. So much easier said than done. We closed on our house with no problems...in and out in 15 minutes. Then we went to close at noon on our new house. There was a problem with our survey. If we didn't close by 5P.M. we would lose our AWESOME loan rate and have to start all over. UGH! So again, it was wait and see. Again, down to the wire...everything went through. We got moved in, and I felt like a weight of bricks had been lifted off of my shoulders. God is good and faithful!!!<br /><br />Then I looked around and saw all of the boxes. The fun was just beginning! :)<br /><br />February brought Jason's b-day and the writing TAKS test. We went out to eat for Jason's b-day and came back to our house for dessert. It was fun. Wish I could say the same thing for the test. But walking CONSTANTLY for 7 hours in a dead silent room is not what I call fun. It's torture. Wish these crazy people that make us do that would come for a visit. No child left behind, right?! I just wanted to SIT on my behind!!<br /><br />It's now March!! Jason and I went with our friend Leanna to see Hillary's group, Lady Antebellum. They performed at the Houston Rodeo. We left RIGHT after school to miss traffic and got to see them a second before the concert. The hug from Hillary made it worth it. The concert was GREAT. We went downstairs to the dressing room after the concert and got to talk to Hillary a little bit more. They were going back to the hotel room to talk, but we still had to drive back home and then get up at 6A.M. the next morning, so we didn't go. The cowboy dude drove us all to our cars, and we said our goodbyes. It was worth going, but it was too short!!<br /><br />Now it's Spring Break!! My partner teacher's husband (Vince) is a coach for the track and field team at A&M, so she gave us tickets for the NCAA meet. We went Friday night. Then Sat. we watched the women A&M basketball game on TV, then headed back to the meet. The woman (which is what Vince coaches) got 2nd place overall. It was awesome!<br /><br />Now it's time to order rugs for the house, put up pics and start making this place feel like our home.<br /><br />I think I have caught you up on our life!!!<br /><br />Happy March!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-20738283900330783402008-12-31T20:07:00.000-06:002008-12-31T20:08:52.385-06:00Christmas and Birthdays<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We had a blast going to Ruston to celebrate Christmas and Davis Glen's 8th birthday!! Here we are enjoying a birthday breakfast!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlsKn3kSI/AAAAAAAABkE/xriNXm9MAVY/s1600-h/CIMG3892.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlsKn3kSI/AAAAAAAABkE/xriNXm9MAVY/s320/CIMG3892.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>We made a stop to see mom's (and GG's) grave. I don't visit everytime, but wanted to this time. I had some special boys go with me!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlsUdoW9I/AAAAAAAABkM/8I7pmxisGMg/s1600-h/CIMG3898.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlsUdoW9I/AAAAAAAABkM/8I7pmxisGMg/s320/CIMG3898.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Christmas was fun...especially with a house full of boys. They were watching a Texas Hold 'Em game on the computer.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlspQUdqI/AAAAAAAABkU/agE4KryWASg/s1600-h/CIMG3903.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwlspQUdqI/AAAAAAAABkU/agE4KryWASg/s320/CIMG3903.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>A highlight of my trip to Ruston was seeing Mandy. Mandy and I lived together in college and after college. I hadn't seen her in a long time, so it was nice to see and get time to visit before church on Sunday. Jason and I both love our Mandy! :)<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwls0nP4fI/AAAAAAAABkc/9kiLvaZ9b_E/s1600-h/CIMG3936.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SVwls0nP4fI/AAAAAAAABkc/9kiLvaZ9b_E/s320/CIMG3936.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-82651530418536102302008-12-21T08:42:00.000-06:002008-12-21T08:42:09.151-06:00I've Been Tagged!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SU5Vv9tGoiI/AAAAAAAABjk/Vth8t7UtOwk/s1600-h/D46R2542.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SU5Vv9tGoiI/AAAAAAAABjk/Vth8t7UtOwk/s320/D46R2542.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />I've been tagged! This is a picture of my dad, sis, and brother at my wedding. They are lighting a candle in memory of my mom. They did this when she would have been walking down the aisle.<br /><br />Now it's time for more people to get tagged.<br />1. Go to the place where you store all of your pictures on your computer and open up the 4th folder.<br />2. Open the 4th picture .<br />3. Post the picture and give an explanation.<br />4. Tag 4 people.<br /><br />Now I tag:<br />1.Leanna<br />2. Charly<br />3. Mandy<br />4. Shandra<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-77180133508117360772008-11-13T12:31:00.001-06:002008-11-13T12:31:53.339-06:00Lady A!<div align="left">Lady Antebellum Wins "New Artist Of The Year" Award At CMA Awards!<br />Congratulations to Lady Antebellum on winning the "New Artist of the Year" award last night at the CMA Awards!<br /><a href="http://c.ilike.com/fstat_click.php?a=0&c=wall&h=5e4fb4d4c8ffce1380f87eb4e26ef506&i=1716995,3,244165337&m=19147580&u=http%3A%2F%2Fladyantebellum.musiccitynetworks.com" target="_blank"></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-27607595413190730952008-11-13T09:42:00.001-06:002008-11-13T09:44:51.376-06:00Jeff Foxworthy's Take on TeachersYOU KNOW YOU ARE A TEACHER IF:<br />1. You can hear 25 voices behind you and know exactly which one belongs to the child out of line.<br /><br />2. You get a secret thrill out of laminating something.<br /><br />3. You walk into a store and hear the words "its Ms/Mr. _________" and know you have been spotted.<br /><br />4. You have 25 people that accidentally call you Mom/Dad at one time or another.<br /><br />5. You can eat a multi-course meal in under twenty-five minutes.<br /><br />6. You've trained yourself to go to the bathroom at two distinct times of the day: lunch and conference period .<br /><br />7. You start saving other people's trash, because most likely, you can use that toilet paper tube or plastic butter tub for something in the classroom.<br /><br />8. You believe the teachers' lounge should be equipped with a margarita machine.<br /><br />9. You want to slap the next person who says "Must be nice to work 7 to 3 and have summers off."<br /><br />10. You believe chocolate is a food group.<br /><br />11. You can tell if it's a full moon without ever looking outside.<br /><br />12. You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says "Boy, the kids sure are mellow today."<br /><br />13. You feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behavior when you are out in public.<br /><br />14. You believe in aerial spraying of Ritalin.<br /><br />15. You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.<br /><br />16. You spend more money on school stuff than you do on your own children.<br /><br />17. You can't pass the school supply aisle without getting at least five items!<br /><br />18. You find true beauty in a can full of perfectly sharpened pencils.<br /><br />19. You are secretly addicted to hand sanitizer<br /><br />20. You understand instantaneously why a child behaves a certain way after meeting his or her parents.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-45827679072942892602008-11-06T20:08:00.002-06:002008-11-06T20:14:33.462-06:00I've Been Tagged!My lovely Austin friend tagged me...thanks, Julie! I always think about these things after reading someone else's blog...then...it comes down to me coming up with 7, and I go blank.<br /><br />Here are 7 random things about me...<br /><br />1) My mom ran over me when I was 18 months old...no, it wasn't on purpose and yes...that is what is wrong with me now! :)<br /><br />2) I'm VERY OCD about my alarm clock. I have to check it 3 times, pushing the buttons in a certain order, each night BEFORE crawling into bed.<br /><br />3) I could eat seafood or mexican food for every meal.<br /><br />4) I wish I could own a bakery and just bake all day.<br /><br />5) I have always wanted to fly...seriously.<br /><br />6) I used to pray to live to the age of 112. Help us all!<br /><br />7) I sometimes say "mom" just to hear it. Crazy, I know...call the docs and send some meds!<br /><br />I tag every reader that reads this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-51850906042360960332008-10-22T18:22:00.000-05:002008-10-22T18:23:01.933-05:00Poison Oak<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SP-11DdfW_I/AAAAAAAABgU/E51JCg7bM2A/s1600-h/CIMG3835.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SP-11DdfW_I/AAAAAAAABgU/E51JCg7bM2A/s320/CIMG3835.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is my arm. Pretty, huh? It hurts SOOOO badly! Apparently I got into poison oak at our new house. We have been cutting down vines, etc. The bad news is I have it here, my elbow on the other arm, my upper arm on the other arm, my stomach, chest and legs. Today I told my students to grab my arm if they saw me touching it. They did just that!! They were so cute! I just can't stop scratching it. I am now starting to scratch on my neck. Lovely!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-67920423080088975212008-10-21T17:25:00.001-05:002008-10-21T17:26:29.865-05:00Crazy Cajuns!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SP5W6cJMZZI/AAAAAAAABf0/4cxEFDODcFE/s1600-h/CIMG3196.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SP5W6cJMZZI/AAAAAAAABf0/4cxEFDODcFE/s320/CIMG3196.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />This is a seafood place in College Station. This sign made me laugh. It reminds me of being back in Louisiana in more than one way! <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-60505169233839351082008-10-07T18:54:00.002-05:002008-10-07T19:10:20.972-05:00What A Day!Here was my day:<br />Today was a writing benchmark day. Pretty much what that means is the kids stay in their homeroom all day and write...just like TAKS test day. It shows us, the teachers, what they have learned in the first 6 weeks. It's a LONG, boring day. Usually it's pretty quiet, unlike today...after lunch.<br /><br />I go pick up my kids from lunch recess. I see the VP talking to 2 of my kids. Lovely.<br />Hi, Mrs. Roraback. What's the problem?<br />Mrs. Owen, student A and student B were playing tag and...5 minutes later...student B hit student A. Then student A punched student B back...in the stomach and face twice. So I am sending student B to the nurse.<br /><br />Student B chimes in...Mrs. sniff Owen sniff, blah, blah, blah....tears, snot, etc. Student A still has his hands in a fist.<br /><br />Mrs. Roraback, student A has had a rough day. He was throwing paper at another student during testing.<br /><br />Well, he owes his recess for the rest of the week.<br /><br />I'm sweating and seeing my class is NOT in line anymore.<br /><br />Blow the whistle, line up again.<br /><br />Back in the room....all is quiet. Student B comes in...ice pack on his eye. He goes to sit down.<br /><br />Oh lovely...the students that were just fighting are sitting next to one another. Sitting at my desk, thinking...hmm..<br /><br />Excuse me, Mrs. Owen?<br /><br />Oh yes, principal's daughter...OH DEAR....blood is everywhere. NOSE BLEED. Reach to hand her a tissue....Mrs. Owen...my knee is bleeding.<br /><br />thinking...join the crowd...ok--let me fill out a pass for you to go to the nurse.<br /><br />Ring, ring...Mrs. Owen, please send student C to the office, her ride is here. Student C...pack your things.<br /><br />Mrs. Owen, my knee is really hurting. Ok, here's the pass.<br /><br />P'pals daughter...are you ok? Go wash that blood off your shirt. I'll email your mom to let her know what happened.<br /><br />No big deal, right? WRONG! It all happened at once. It's like my room went from quietly working to craziness in 2 seconds. Good thing about it...it all ended in 5 minutes.<br /><br />Oh the life of a teacher...Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-28710861072961459522008-09-29T20:36:00.000-05:002008-09-29T20:37:08.337-05:00God's Beauty<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Every morning on my way to school I get to watch the sun rise. This particular morning I was running so late. Then to top it off, I got stopped by a train. So I finally made it to this road--where I could finally go 70mph. Then I noticed the sun rise. It was so pretty. These pics don't do it justice, but I was in a hurry, trying to drive and take pics. Not a good combo!! I was once again reminded of God's beauty and how wonderful He is. I was also reminded just to be still sometimes. I made it to work on time and got to experience God on the way. He is too good to me!!<br /><br />'<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SOGCw61uSFI/AAAAAAAABHA/6Wse9A1BCs0/s1600-h/CIMG3528.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SOGCw61uSFI/AAAAAAAABHA/6Wse9A1BCs0/s320/CIMG3528.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SOGCxC2fChI/AAAAAAAABHI/Y8V43HRCAc8/s1600-h/CIMG3530.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SOGCxC2fChI/AAAAAAAABHI/Y8V43HRCAc8/s320/CIMG3530.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-13557788575874900012008-09-21T21:07:00.000-05:002008-09-21T21:07:57.020-05:00New House Update<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">These are the most recent pics of our new house. I can't wait to see it with the window finished and the shutters on the front. Of course, some landscaping will be nice as well! Here's the front.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-voEdCI/AAAAAAAABGg/rNeBWar6JQI/s1600-h/CIMG3638.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-voEdCI/AAAAAAAABGg/rNeBWar6JQI/s320/CIMG3638.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Side view...coming in from the road on what will be the driveway.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-38kuUI/AAAAAAAABGo/ve7WaRrhJm4/s1600-h/CIMG3639.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-38kuUI/AAAAAAAABGo/ve7WaRrhJm4/s320/CIMG3639.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Taken from living room, looking to dining room and what will be the front door.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-3s8F7I/AAAAAAAABGw/UKOFA84fsw8/s1600-h/CIMG3654.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9-3s8F7I/AAAAAAAABGw/UKOFA84fsw8/s320/CIMG3654.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Taken from the kitchen, looking into the great room.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9_MDW97I/AAAAAAAABG4/n76mGfZ6JDk/s1600-h/CIMG3655.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SNb9_MDW97I/AAAAAAAABG4/n76mGfZ6JDk/s320/CIMG3655.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-91797634222031074872008-09-06T20:57:00.000-05:002008-09-06T20:58:06.679-05:00My classroom<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">These are some pics of my classroom. I have added stuff since these were taken, but this will give you an idea of where I spend many hours a day! :)<br /><br />This is the back of my room. I pick a student to be a tribe member for the week. They are my helper all week.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LLchE3I/AAAAAAAABFM/Rdd453kAWqs/s1600-h/CIMG3533.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LLchE3I/AAAAAAAABFM/Rdd453kAWqs/s320/CIMG3533.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is a side of my room. The steps are for a reading area.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LVkRLKI/AAAAAAAABFU/3EK-PM0X6yU/s1600-h/CIMG3534.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LVkRLKI/AAAAAAAABFU/3EK-PM0X6yU/s320/CIMG3534.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is the same wall where my steps are. That is my desk and my corner!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LbxKFDI/AAAAAAAABFc/aXQUb0gsvTY/s1600-h/CIMG3535.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1LbxKFDI/AAAAAAAABFc/aXQUb0gsvTY/s320/CIMG3535.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>My smart board! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks to PTO, every classroom has one.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1Ll0ESPI/AAAAAAAABFk/8SeUuJhbQKs/s1600-h/CIMG3536.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SMM1Ll0ESPI/AAAAAAAABFk/8SeUuJhbQKs/s320/CIMG3536.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-47141164883905520012008-08-27T19:51:00.000-05:002008-08-27T19:51:32.389-05:00Our New House!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">These are some recent pics of our new house. There are some windows still missing, but this is the most up-to-date pics we have. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2kXLaWFI/AAAAAAAABDk/HIzJyx1GLc0/s1600-h/CIMG3539.JPG"><br /><br /><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2kXLaWFI/AAAAAAAABDk/HIzJyx1GLc0/s320/CIMG3539.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>These are some windows from our great room.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2kp2G5kI/AAAAAAAABDs/LGGDccsQhF0/s1600-h/CIMG3540.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2kp2G5kI/AAAAAAAABDs/LGGDccsQhF0/s320/CIMG3540.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This pic was taken from the window in the previous pic. This is where my chair will sit, so I can look out and see trees. Can't wait!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2ksFmzCI/AAAAAAAABD0/HiHV6Y244c8/s1600-h/CIMG3541.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2ksFmzCI/AAAAAAAABD0/HiHV6Y244c8/s320/CIMG3541.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>This is Jason in our great room. That Tyvek paper will be another window. The corner is a fireplace.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2k-CKx3I/AAAAAAAABD8/0W99OSbVajg/s1600-h/CIMG3543.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLX2k-CKx3I/AAAAAAAABD8/0W99OSbVajg/s320/CIMG3543.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Please pray we sell our current home. We know God is in control, but it's hard to get too excited about our new house when we haven't sold our current home.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-32976408064422257872008-08-26T18:25:00.000-05:002008-08-26T18:25:16.812-05:00American Idol Finalists Concert<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">My friend, Cristi, invited me to go to the concert. She won tickets off of the radio, so I was super excited to get to go! When I said yes, I had no idea the concert (in Houston) was the night before school starts. I was very tired, but had a BLAST!! We got home after midnight, and my alarm went off the next morning at 6A.M. I was really wishing I could incorporate nap time into my 4th grader's schedule. No such luck! I would not have traded it for the world. It was SO much fun!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ2ZVDinI/AAAAAAAABCU/o2ii2QCnJk0/s1600-h/CIMG3472.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ2ZVDinI/AAAAAAAABCU/o2ii2QCnJk0/s320/CIMG3472.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>The runner up David singing...AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ2nguwnI/AAAAAAAABCc/GwzlJXCMITI/s1600-h/CIMG3499.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ2nguwnI/AAAAAAAABCc/GwzlJXCMITI/s320/CIMG3499.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>The winner David singing, Hero. It's a song written about his brother. The initials on the big screen (that are on his guitar) are for his brother.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ24oKYCI/AAAAAAAABCk/iAqjv3QqA20/s1600-h/CIMG3498.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ24oKYCI/AAAAAAAABCk/iAqjv3QqA20/s320/CIMG3498.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Here he is again singing....WHAT A VOICE!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ3JUFAbI/AAAAAAAABCs/1ADEWhVo8DM/s1600-h/CIMG3464.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SLSQ3JUFAbI/AAAAAAAABCs/1ADEWhVo8DM/s320/CIMG3464.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Couldn't leave out my Aggie, Jason Castro! He said ,"Howdy Ags" when he got up there and left with, "Thanks and Gig 'em!" He did an amazing job. We also got to hear the song he tried out with. They couldn't show clips of it on AI because the artist never released it for him to do.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-24967358763934226072008-08-15T22:03:00.000-05:002008-08-15T22:03:38.473-05:00Newest Member of the Fam!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">This is the newest member of our family. We decided with 2 acres of land, we needed it.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiCG6uVI/AAAAAAAABB8/PRV8ZCziKuo/s1600-h/CIMG3327.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiCG6uVI/AAAAAAAABB8/PRV8ZCziKuo/s320/CIMG3327.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiWBvDMI/AAAAAAAABCE/VfWQqhU5SpE/s1600-h/CIMG3328.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiWBvDMI/AAAAAAAABCE/VfWQqhU5SpE/s320/CIMG3328.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> Jason couldn't be happier!!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiXboAGI/AAAAAAAABCM/At_YrjlcEEU/s1600-h/CIMG3335.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SKZDiXboAGI/AAAAAAAABCM/At_YrjlcEEU/s320/CIMG3335.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-3009723783923992972008-08-09T20:09:00.002-05:002008-08-09T20:11:31.954-05:00OlympicsHillary's band, Lady Antebellum, was asked to write and sing a song for the Team USA Soundtrack. They were honored and so excited. But as time drew near, they hadn't had time to write a song. Well Hillary had written a song she sang for her high school graduation that seemed fitting. So they recorded that song!!! Check out the link below to watch and listen!!<br /><br /><a href="http://attblueroom.com/sports/teamusa/soundtrack/english/artist_lineup.php?artist_name=lady_antebellum&video_id=1">http://attblueroom.com/sports/teamusa/soundtrack/english/artist_lineup.php?artist_name=lady_antebellum&video_id=1</a>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-50150860755368486302008-08-02T20:26:00.000-05:002008-12-10T12:11:32.798-06:00My Bobcat Men!I didn't post pics about when my nephews were here. So here are some pics of the boys...on Jason's machines. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJRFHmlZI/AAAAAAAABAE/GJXcZL59ttY/s1600-h/CIMG3214.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJRFHmlZI/AAAAAAAABAE/GJXcZL59ttY/s320/CIMG3214.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Davis Glen.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJRdBCR_I/AAAAAAAABAM/VY5jzRWYzE8/s1600-h/CIMG3218.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJRdBCR_I/AAAAAAAABAM/VY5jzRWYzE8/s320/CIMG3218.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br />This is Owen...jumping off. He stayed with Jason one day to help him work. I am not sure which one liked it better....Jason or Owen!! :)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJReDiwaI/AAAAAAAABAU/nsMYV4q-qGQ/s1600-h/CIMG3211.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJUJReDiwaI/AAAAAAAABAU/nsMYV4q-qGQ/s320/CIMG3211.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is Andrew. He was making sure his seatbelt was hooked! I can't believe he will start Kinder next year.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6011645012284252441.post-60406987864009172812008-07-31T08:48:00.001-05:002008-12-10T12:11:33.346-06:004 years ago!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Jason and I celebrated 4 years of marriage on July 17th. I can't believe it's already been 4 years. Wow! Wonderful years!<br /><br />Jason and I saw each other before we got married. I walked down the chapel aisle, where Jason was waiting for me. He wrote me a letter of what he was going to be thinking each step as I walked down. I am SO glad we saw each other before. I was very emotional...especially after the letter. He's a keeper!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCp914rMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-fGD1_RXmTw/s1600-h/D46R2372.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCp914rMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/-fGD1_RXmTw/s320/D46R2372.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Jason Owen. Whew...we made it!!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCqIPp-UI/AAAAAAAAA-4/M6_xqWuallU/s1600-h/D46R2561.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCqIPp-UI/AAAAAAAAA-4/M6_xqWuallU/s320/D46R2561.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>My precious girls. I don't know what I would have done without these wonderful friends throughout my life. My florist told me to let my beautiful girls decorate the stage. I agree...they are so pretty. But what makes them so special is how beautiful they are on the INSIDE. Love you girls!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCqF7ennI/AAAAAAAAA_A/7Xj0dGqW62I/s1600-h/D46R2433.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UfKaGCu4pYo/SJHCqF7ennI/AAAAAAAAA_A/7Xj0dGqW62I/s320/D46R2433.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Mit--college roomie from MC. She is AMAZING. She is so devoted to the Lord. She never went a day without her daily devotional time with the Lord. I learned a lot from her.<br /><br />Dara Doo--college friend from MC. Dara lived right down the hall from me my freshman year in the dorm. Dara rolled her hair EVERYDAY!! She has a gentle spirit and a loving heart.<br /><br />Sara Less--I was born in May, she was born in June, and we have been together ever since. Our parents hung out all the time, so we were stuck with each other. Funny thing is, we hated each other in Kinder! hehehehe! Sara is one of those friends that I can go a while without talking to, then call her, and it seems like no time has gone by. When my mom had surgery, and we were told she had cancer, Sara was the first person I called. She dropped everything to come be with me at the hospital. I could write a book about all of our memories.<br /><br />Jennifer "JJ" Jones Black--we became best friends in HS when she thought she was inlove with my brother! HA! We spent practically every weekend together after that! We have been through a lot--good and bad--and she has loved me through it all!! Wow...the things I could talk about!!! :)<br /><br />Shandra Miller Landrum--Shan was my icee and drive by friend. Oh the talks we had!! We thought we had it all figured out! HA! Then she became my teaching buddy. Glad we didn't have everything figured out, Shan! :)<br /><br />Mandy Ginn--Miss Mandy--we grew up together, but became better friends when we lived together during our Tech days. This girl is amazing! We liked to sing, dance, and use a light from the oven. I will never forget one night she made me go get a magnolia off a tree at Tech. It was very late, and a cop drove by. We were safe! :)<br /><br />Keri Walker Taylor--we became best friends early in life. Her family moved to Ruston, and we became friends instantly. Most of my childhood memories have Keri in them. We have been through a lot together and her faith has remained strong through it all.<br /><br />I loved my wedding day, and I am so thankful I had these wonderful friends by my side. <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00163252889254404863noreply@blogger.com7