tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58281963005515215842024-03-18T23:58:02.037-05:00Perfectly Phillips...Discovering God's Perfect Plan and Amazing Sense of Humor Each and Every Day...Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-9975492828008983502014-06-20T09:22:00.002-05:002014-06-20T09:22:25.428-05:00And...it's gone!It's gone. Completely gone. And, I'm sad. Very sad.<br />
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I have officially cut my morning caffeine fix. Goodbye Moutain Dew. It was nice knowing you.<br />
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It was my only real vice (salt does not count). I so enjoyed it every morning. The truth is, I never even drank a whole 12 oz. can. Rarely ever. Most of the time, I only ever drank half of it.<br />
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But, I'm trying to be healthier. So out with the Mountain Dew and in with the Naked Juice -- today it was Power C. Yesterday, it was The Green Machine. The picture below tells you how I feel about that. My five year old eating habits did not care for the "greens" that were included!<br />
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Fitabulous 40 Update:<br />
I always wake up in the mornings. Never set an alarm clock because I'm up. Not this morning. I must have been tired (I mean, a work trip for four days, then baseball, then Costco, etc...who wouldn't be tired...this little guy was even tired.<br />
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So I'll be working out in two sessions today.<br />
Morning: 2 10 minute sessions done this morning -- Arms and Thighs.<br />
Night: 3 10 minute sessions to be done (after baseball game, baseball laundry and repack for tomorrow's games...ugh...around 10 p.m. tonight) -- abs, glutes and inner thighs.<br />
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Yay me. And then, I get to wake up at 5 am for my 7:15 spin class. Will power.<br />
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Chasity<br />
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PS...#157of39<br />
<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-60810349948500902522014-06-19T16:00:00.001-05:002014-06-19T16:00:39.017-05:00I woke up...<span style="color: #783f04;">one morning when it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. I'm turning 40 in how many days?!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">I've never made a big deal about birthdays. I think it has something to do with the fact that I'm a Thanksgiving baby. It always got lumped in with Thanksgiving. Pecan pie instead of cake.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">But this birthday is different. Not sure why. It just is.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">So, after looking at the calendar and counting down the days until I turn 40, I realized that right now, I am 159 days away from turning 40.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Then, I looked at my body. The one that is getting older. The one that definitely needs to be toned. Two kids playing baseball and a job that keeps me busy... well, it's caught up with me. So, I'm going to do something about it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">I took a picture of me in a swim suit. It was ugly. Swimsuit pictures haven't happened since my teens. And, I plan to do this again every month until I turn 40. My birthday wish is to be in the best shape of my life on the day I turn 40. That's it. Plain and simple. And the best thing...it's a wish I can make happen.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">So, with lots of prayer. Lots of will power. Lots of workouts and five months, I plan to make this happen. I'm writing it down to keep myself accountable. Almost a diary, but since I hate that word, we're just going to call this the Fitabulous 40 Blog!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">I've armed myself with a schedule (color coded and all). New workout videos -- Pilates Plus, Barre Basic, Body Scult and Lean & Toned (and a Spin class on Saturdays), and I'm ready to go. Alarm clock will call early, but I'm committed. Just like when I committed to the Disney Princess 1/2 Marathon. Committed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">And on my 40th, I will have pictures taken (not in a swimsuit), but pictures recognizing my accomplishment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Five months. Let's do this.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Chasity</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">PS... 159 Days Until 40</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">#ThisIsGoingToBePainful</span><br />
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These little guys just might be the biggest little Seminole fans known to man. It's amazing...40 degree weather, and they wanted to be the Garnet & Gold Glitter Guys. They've asked if they can dress up like this for a game.<br />
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They get their love of all things FSU honestly. Both boys began attending games when they were just months old...for the little one, he was just two weeks old when he attended his first FSU vs. Miami game. ACC Tournaments. Bowl Games. They live for all things FSU.<br />
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Their parents -- were in school during the "Glory Days." Their wedding reception -- in the University Center. Dad (Class of 1992) has a man cave filled with FSU memorabilia. Mom (Class of 1996) was an FSU batgirl who shows pictures of her FSU days all.the.time. These two little guys have dreams -- dreams to be FSU Baseball players AND FSU Football players (if we'd let them).<br />
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Their ONLY Christmas wish -- to go to the National Championship Game in Pasadena, California. They've offered to give up all their "Santa" presents in order to go. They've offered their entire savings accounts to go.<br />
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Clearly, we have trained them right. Die.Hard.Seminole.Fans. Help them get to Pasadena...all they need are reasonably-priced tickets:)<br />
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THANK YOU!<br />
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The Phillips Family,<br />
Brent, Chasity, Peyton & PalmerPerfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-55697344041121281472013-05-05T08:17:00.000-05:002013-05-07T08:21:01.846-05:00One Sentence...April 28 - May 4, 2013<span style="color: #783f04;">Sunday, April 28, 2013 -- Happy 1st Birthday sweet Emory Kate! Your adorable little self has turned our "blue" world "pink"!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Monday, April 29, 2013 -- <span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">Should
NOT have looked at Saturday's weather in Louisville:( 55 degrees and
raining. How is it possible to wear a cute sundress, fabulous shoes, and
an awesome hat at a once-in-a-lifetime event (i.e. THE KENTUCKY DERBY)
when it is cold and raining?! BOO. Rant is not done until Mother Nature
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first celebrity sighting in Nashville...Kirk Herbstreit's son is playing
against Peyton's team, and Kirk is in the stands;) Let's go Peyton!
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span class="userContentSecondary fcg">Wednesday, May 1, 2013 -- Happy Place #1 tonight -- choir rehearsal. Praise the Lord!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span class="userContentSecondary fcg">Thursday, May 2, 2013 -- Less than 48 hours until Mom and I are checking things off our bucket list!</span></span><br />
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goodness we'll at least be in the Grandstands and not the infield!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">More to come on the Derby...that is a post all by its lonesome self:)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful that Brent made it home safely, AND I was able to spend time with my beautiful Mom,</i></span><br />
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Monday, April 22, 2013 -- There's only a few times in life that I do something smart...today was that day. I took the day off to rest and recover from the trip. A Bible devotion followed by a visit to the Dr. for Mr. Palmer -- poor thing is SUFFERING from all this pollen. Five meds. Bless. His. Heart.<br />
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013 -- TCAPS started today for Peyton. He's such a smart kid. So blessed. Then... Baseball. Baseball. Baseball. That is the world we're living in. Sonic. Sonic. Sonic. That is what I feed my kids. I've turned into "that" Mom. Ugh.<br />
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Wednesday, April 24, 2013 -- Rain. But not enough to cancel baseball. Darn. Brent's out of town, and the temperature dropped again. I hate. HATE. cold, wet baseball games. Mostly, I hate it because I have to miss choir practice -- this is ALWAYS my middle of the week rejuvenator! And for Palmer...5 different medicines are killing him. Oh, did I mention...we still have to study for TCAPS.<br />
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Thursday, April 25, 2013 -- No rest for the weary. Baseball. Baseball. Baseball. Peyton pitched and they won. Then free ice cream from the coach:) Home to study for TCAPS.<br />
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Friday, April 26, 2013 -- I'm not really sure if I've ever been so happy to see a Friday. Last day of TCAPS for Peyton...thank goodness! Sent in Krispy Kreme doughnuts and popsicles for a celebration. I'm sure the teacher LOVES me. Bring on the weekend!<br />
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Saturday, April 27, 2013 -- Rain. Rain. Please stay. I typically hate rain, as I love bright sunny mornings, but every now and then, I love it when it rains on a Saturday...I feel as though it gives me an excuse to be completely lazy. And that is is EXACTLY what we did. Lazy. All. Day. in preparation for the craziness of next week. Preview: Brent leaves to go out of town tomorrow through Friday. Palmer has week-long SAT 10 testing. Baseball Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Mom arrives on Friday and THEN...the Kentucky Derby on Saturday. Praying for the Lord to give me the energy I need. Otherwise, I will. not. make. it.Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-8873377610860714032013-04-22T08:16:00.000-05:002013-04-22T08:16:56.847-05:00One Sentence...April 14 - April 20, 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Monday, 4/15/13 -- Tax Day. Thank goodness for refunds. Brent left for Denver until Thursday, so the boys and I are on our own. Yay. Yes, we skipped the make-up baseball game (as Palmer's allergies are so bad). Instead, we had milkshakes for dinner. No apologies...just nominating myself for Mom of the Year.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Tuesday, 4/16/13 -- So much for Brent's trip to Denver. He's now in Arizona. Today, I'm a taxi driver. Peyton practice. Palmer Cub Scouts. Both at the same time. Climbed the same darn hill at the baseball fields three times. Who needs a workout when climbing that hill?! Poor B.B. She has the stomach flu...not sure we'll be going to Florida:(</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Wednesday, 4/17/13 -- Baseball. Again. We won. Yahoo. Leaving to go out of town tomorrow if B.B. is feeling better. Who needs to pack? Think we'll just wait until the last possible minute.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Thursday, 4/18/13 -- Going to see my Mom. Boys staying home as to not get the stomach bug, but I'm going to represent. Wish I had slept better...going to be a LONG drive.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Friday, 4/19/13 -- Coton Colors, Pink Narcissus, Garnet & Gold, Hopkins Eatery -- all with my sweet Mom...perfect Friday. Barnaby's tonight. Visit with sweet friend Dode', and then getting crafty for Emory's 1st Birthday Party.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Saturday, 4/20/13 -- Partied O.U.T. Emory Kate's 1st Birthday Party this morning/afternoon. Josie's Wedding this evening. (in the middle of nowhere. When I say no cell phone service...I mean, it said "No Service" on my phone). Hard watching my Mom miss her sister:( Thankful she was honored so sweetly. Good. Night. Long trip back home tomorrow:(</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">It's where you document you days in one sentence.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">I think I can do it. Possibly.</span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;">We're going to give it a try.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Here's my week via one sentence for each day (some might possibly be stolen from my FB page)...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Sunday, 4/7/13 -- <span class="userContent">Sittin' on the deck (with shorts on) soakin'
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span class="userContent">Tuesday, 4/9/13 -- Brent's leaving for East Tennessee for 3 days. Peyton practice and Palmer Cub Scouts. Fun times being a "single Mom." Welcome to taxi land. And...the tiredness caught up with Palmer -- full on break down over a crinkled paper. Yep.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span class="userContent">Friday, 4/12/13 -- 11 hours of sleep does a girl good...needed that beauty sleep. Long day -- big work meeting, a trip to Costco (yippee written with sarcasm), favorite sweet baby baseball practice at the same time as favorite firstborn's baseball game. Go Ripsters (a repeat of Peyton's Grand Slam and triple from last Friday night would be extra nice). Oh...we now have baby birds in our front door wreath. Mama Bird is getting way more aggressive.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span class="userContent">Saturday, 4/13/13 -- Today's the day Peyton's been waiting for -- 10 year old Shark Attack Party. Up and At 'Em early -- baseball practice. Palmer game. Pick up cookie cake. Pick up pizza. Shark Attack Party at 5:30 w/ 20 of his good friends -- baseball friends, school friends, church friends and even some neighborhood girl friends:) Spend the night with 3 of his friends. Please let this be the last of the week-long Double Digits birthday celebration.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span style="color: #783f04;"><i>Chasity</i></span></span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-35806004683132692272013-04-02T14:33:00.003-05:002013-04-02T14:33:40.532-05:00Arise, My Love...<br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><i>Arise, My Love...the grave no longer has a hold on you. No more death's sting. No more suffering. Arise! Arise! Arise!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">I should be ashamed...very ashamed for not having posted a blog for almost a year. WOW!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3pzcB1Q2aPfx3NyL7gXtw2b7HAfp0naIyiPWIDvYVNHutqNjKqrNBNUgfVZSfp3t_Z75fwjWqNDKvHUDZGQ1b9Ai-LPEWBwwRiXkU0sKsDbIEfOrmLXWYn6yqU-mWATUjf2qmFlIIN4/s1600/299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3pzcB1Q2aPfx3NyL7gXtw2b7HAfp0naIyiPWIDvYVNHutqNjKqrNBNUgfVZSfp3t_Z75fwjWqNDKvHUDZGQ1b9Ai-LPEWBwwRiXkU0sKsDbIEfOrmLXWYn6yqU-mWATUjf2qmFlIIN4/s400/299.JPG" width="300" /></a>Happy "Late" Easter 2013! This is our family standing on the stairs of our AMAZING church. There really is not a day that goes by that we do not fall more in love with our church, the members, the ministers and most importantly, the message! We are always learning something new. We are so truly thankful that God led us to this church...4 years ago this Easter!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">This past Saturday, while rehearsing with the choir -- yes, I joined the choir (And yes, I'm just a filler. While I believe my voice to be that of an Angel, I know the ultimate truth...I'm a filler:) -- I was given the opportunity to share our story of how we found Brentwood Baptist Church. What an amazing experience...speaking in front of 300 people sharing a story only God could create! And while I tried to get out of speaking, God (and Dennis...our music minister) had other plans. So very thankful God gave me the words to say to help inspire a beautiful, worship-filled choir. Singing with the choir on Easter Sunday definitely goes in my book as one of the most amazing worship experiences. EVER!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">If you didn't know it...I love Easter. It's my FAVORITE holiday. I have a Spring baby (Peyton). I have a child named Palmer (Palm Sunday). I've usually given up something for Lent (this year, it was flour and fried foods, which proved to be one of the hardest things I've ever done...did I mention the loss of 6 lbs;) which means I've met a goal I probably complained about not believing I would make. And most importantly, He is Risen!!!!! From something so awful to something so wonderful -- Three Days. HE IS RISEN!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">This Easter, we missed the beautiful sun and warmth Florida typically provides, but thankful we didn't miss the worship. We watched the Passion of the Christ with the boys on Good Friday (seemed only appropriate), discussed in detail all that Jesus gave up for us and watched as our Peyton really, really understood what Jesus did for us...so much so that he put aside his shyness to actually have a conversation with the Children's Minister (Mr. Matthew, who by the way is a Gator fan, but the one Peyton has chosen to talk to) about his accepting Christ into his heart (we've struggled with this for two years, as he's shy and is scared to be baptized).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">All in all, it was an beautiful Easter. One for the memory books. One for the blog. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Already looking forward to next Easter!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>Truly Thankful and Beautifully Blessed for what God gave us...his Son.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;"><i>Chasity </i></span><br />
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<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-62789881286580450442012-06-15T14:45:00.004-05:002012-06-15T14:45:24.855-05:00Daddy...<div style="color: #783f04;">
It's Daddy Day 2012, and even though we're separated by a few hundred miles, we can't not get Daddy a present!</div>
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Every year, for the past 5 years, we've given Daddy a 12x12 photo book of all Daddy/Son pictures. This year, we've gone digital...for two reasons. 1) We're a few hundred miles apart 2) I'm somewhat of a slacker, so even if I had done the book...it wouldn't have made it on time, hence...the video.</div>
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So, Daddy, Happy Father's Day 2012! We hope you enjoy moving into the digital age with us! We LOVE YOU! </div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;">Click here:</span><a href="http://youtu.be/flSR3Pev6Bs" style="color: #3d85c6;" target="_blank"> Dad Day 2012</a><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"> </span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-39627306398481002202012-03-25T15:35:00.002-05:002012-03-25T15:43:42.371-05:00It's Time...to start blogging again. I think I'm finally getting the creative bug, again!<br /><br />First things first...a recap of the last year or so:<br />Peyton's in 3rd grade (where does time go?)<br />Palmer's in 1st grade (Lord, help us!)<br />Brent made President's Club which gives us an all-expense paid trip to California<br />I completed my first 1/2 Marathon -- the Disney Princess 1/2 Marathon<br />We became "official" members of Brentwood Baptist Church<br /><br />A lot has changed, and I'll slowly get things updated. Until then, I'm off to do laundry (hey, one step at a time).<br /><br />Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful for life,<br />ChasityPerfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-81273103454676705672011-08-18T12:01:00.002-05:002011-08-18T12:10:39.363-05:00Angry...<span style="color:#663300;">at Angry Birds...</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">These cute little birds are angry at pigs. While they're trying to take down pigs, I'm trying to get my kid's attention...just a little.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">This morning I told them I loved them four times, to which, I received NO REPLY. NO REPLY to an I LOVE YOU...What?! So, I then said, Have a great day. Be good. Learn lots. Play hard. NO REPLY. The kicker...only one of them was actually playing the game, the other little one (he-who-must-not-be-named...Palmer) was just watching. GEEZ!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">So, little birds here's my message to you: You're cute. You're determined. But, when you're tired, can you send my kids back to me? Please?! Otherwise, your little app, might be deleted. Possibly. I can play with you and still cook dinner, watch a show, and yell at the boys all at one time...</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have Angry Birds when I really need my kids to be "entertained" for a few minutes!</em></span>
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<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-31713689390438017402011-08-17T21:30:00.000-05:002011-08-20T13:02:17.041-05:00A Mouse...<span style="color:#663300;">in the house...</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Silly little critter found his way into our house and ever since that time, Brent has become a mouse hunter. Not a deer hunter. Not a duck hunter. A mouse hunter. For real.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">One hunter. One mouse. Someone's not going to make it out alive.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Unfortunately, that someone was almost little Palmer. Keep reading for that story...</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">After setting traps (not the old Spring kind, but the kind they get stuck in), nothing. nada. zero. zip. For a hunter, the man becsme even more obsessed. Thank goodness the boys and I were out of town. Poor mouse. Brent and he were on a showdown. So far, Mouse 10. Brent 0.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Then, the hunter gave up?! gave in?! or just thought the mouse was gone. NOPE.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">After a crazy busy day and finally sitting down for dinner (Chick Fil A because I'm a great Mom...ha ha ha) we were surprised by a random noice...squeek squeek squeek...it really sounded like a mouse. Brent's eyes met mine. My eyes met Brent's eyes. We knew. But thought, no, It can't be. THEN, we heard it again. I'VE NEVER SEEN THE MAN MOVE SO FAST. The craziness in his eyes. The look of "I GOT HIM." When it hit us, we ALL jumped up...did we get him?! Clearly, this is the first time we've ever had a mouse in our house.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">We all jumped out of our chairs and started to run. Poor little Palmer was almost as much of a casuality as the mouse. Somewhere along the way, Brent accidentally shoved him into the chair. Little man got squished! Imagine all 4 of use trying to see if we got the mouse, who by the way, is next to the refrigerator in a 3 in. space.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Well, we got him. We only got him because I apparently scared the "bejesus" out of him (according to Brent) when I went to get the ketchup out of the fridge. He just accidentally stepped in the trap. Poor little guy managed to escape all the traps and then ultimately, got scared by me. Figures.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Well, here's to no more mice. And no more mouse hunter.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Whew! Three weeks of not knowing where that little thing was. Although, I did discover the torn up bag of cheetos. Cheetos were his downfall.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to be rid of one Mouse Hunter,</em></span>
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<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-63829265959083638082011-08-13T22:00:00.000-05:002011-08-18T13:12:10.372-05:00Alabama...<span style="color:#663300;">Don't get me started.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Those of you that know me, know how I feel about "A.L.A.<span style="font-size:130%;">BAMA</span>" (imagine Forrest Gump saying that).</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">****if you like Alabama, now's the time to STOP reading****</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">To get from Point A: Tennesessee to Point B: Florida, driving through the entire state is a requirement. It's painful. I have nicknames for every town. I'd share, but I truly might offend my friends that live in Alabama and have continued reading my blog. I've long since stopped worrying about offending my husband who was born in the great state of Alabama.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Let me be clear...some good things have come from Alabama: My husband, his families, some great friends, Bear Bryant, Bobby Bowden, my dog's name and some great football games. But that's about it.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Worst fear (ok, maybe not the worse, but close)...living in Alabama. Second closest worst fear...getting stranded in the middle of nowhere in Alabama with no cell phone service. IT. ALMOST. HAPPENED. TODAY.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">In an effort to find a shorter route to get home, my MIL gave me a shortcut to take from Destin to I-65. My MIL was kind enought to draw me a map even though she was exhausted from putting up with us for a week at her house -- of course, now that I just wrote that, it hit me...maybe her true intentions were for us to actually get lost in Alabama. Another story for another day. Anyway, at 4:30 IN THE MORNING, I missed the turn. MISSED. THE. TURN. Not something one wants to do in Alabama. at 4:30 AM. With two small children.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Did my beating heart wake anyone up this morning?! Kids, in the backseat with drool running down their mouths, while they are in safely in dreamland (not Alabama). I'm seven miles past the sign where I thought to myself..."should I turn? I don't remember MK saying anything about turning!" It's getting darker and my cell phone now reads "No Service" It's been at least 10 years since I last saw a message like that on my phone. Next...I see were entereing a National forest. GREAT! Then, I see it...the deliverance sign that made me decide to turn around. 60 mph to 0 mph in 1.2 seconds. 180 degree turn on a two-lane road done with perfect precision. Hand on chest, prayers being said...I'm going back to make the turn I probably should have taken. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Now, I promised my MIL I wouldn't call her at 4:30 AM to ask her any questions. I called. and called. and called. NO ANSWER. I'm pretty sure she said, "Call me if you get lost." (Again, I'm starting to think that maybe she planned all of this.) 45 minutes later I get to a sign that looks like maybe I made the right decision to turn away from deliverance! Halleleujah! A lot of prayers were sent up and Jesus delivered...He didn't want us to be stuck in Alabama either.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">EVERY name I have for every town in Alabama was used on the way home. Don't worry, the kids didn't hear me. They were too busy fighting (ha ha...actually they were really good the entire way home).</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">So, 8 instead of 7 hours later, we arrived home. I don't think I've ever done the "entering Tennessee" dance, but I dang sure did today. Thank goodness for Tennessee and Florida rescuing us from Alabama. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Tonight, when Brent asked me if I wanted to watch "Sweet Home Alabama," I not-so-nicely replied, NO! Had about all of Alabama I can take for one day. He laughed and agreed with me (and he was born there)!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to be home (or at least, out of Alabama),</em></span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">It could be the history of getting shot in the eye and the mascara getting all messed up. It could be the curly hair that was painstakingling straightened and then became a frizzy, curly mess. It could be the fact that my peach margarita was spilled.</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Today, it was the peach margarita that took the hit. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Picture the scene...on the beach (with two little boys -- what?! Did the "with the two little boys" give it away). Enjoying an awesome sunset while roasting hot dogs and making s'mores beachside and watching the waves roll in (I know, the perfect scene, right?!). Then whack, a watergun fight is declared and there goes the sanity that was encased in my margarita. Forget that it took out a hotdog too. </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">First instinct -- grabbed. the. drink. Didn't think to save Palmer's dinner. Poor little guy, he looked like he could miss a few meals and he'd still be ok (seriously, I'm kidding about this). </span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">I guess it's a good thing I hardly drink. Else, I might have been REALLY upset. But, still, stupid waterguns. Nothing good ever comes from those things...except maybe when I get a hold of one and take down one of the boys...ok, that's funny (of course...it's all fun and games until someone get's hurt and cries. and cries. geez)!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Darn waterguns. I left them at my Mother-in-Laws house (no humor in that whatsoever. nope. none.) Darn things WERE NOT RETURNING to Tennessee. EVER!</span>
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<br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to leave those stupid things in Florida,</em></span>
<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Chasity</span>
<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-29389000120206527312011-08-01T08:09:00.001-05:002011-08-18T12:01:33.930-05:00Humor...<span style="color:#663300;">I totally have a sense of humor. I think.
<br />I know my husband does. My children think they do...a lot (I'm sorry, but farting on someone's head does not make you funny, but alas, my kids think so).
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<br />Anyway, I've set a new goal. To find humor. Not necessarily be funny, but find humor in everything.
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<br />So, keep reading. I'm going down a very funny road. You might be the subject of my humor. You might just find the subject humorous. Whatever the case, stay tuned...for laughter (well, it might not make you laugh, but it dang sure made me laugh...ha ha ha!)
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<br /></span><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful for a family that makes me laugh and turns me gray-haired all at one time,
<br /></em>Chasity</span>
<br />Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-47851738474777180422011-04-01T07:00:00.000-05:002011-04-01T14:07:16.490-05:00Love Notes...<span style="color:#663300;">That's what I've been getting on a daily basis from on Mr. Palmer. It makes my day. Always. I LOVE that he called them LOVE notes before I did. I LOVE his little, BIG heart! <br /><br /></span><span style="color:#663300;"></span><span style="color:#663300;">About three weeks ago, out of the blue, Palmer decided to write me a note. Not a word. A note. One full sentence. Subject and verb. Then, apparently, on his own, he decided to write an apology note to his brother. TOO SWEET. To make it even sweeter, he left it on Peyton's backpack for him to find the next morning: <br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0YjCfT2-S3sWUd0BmnWT2TCurV4hsIaQZfUSVbQ1ykiQmtkA9iz5kzfazcpmgvbElxoOPAcBbXgtn2Vn7dsOaN7UMvfcNmxraHiXMIxS0cW-b-Rp_7ZZSA8dSMAIdlumW7z2tpr3KAg/s1600/iPhone+Photos+062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590689665365901282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0YjCfT2-S3sWUd0BmnWT2TCurV4hsIaQZfUSVbQ1ykiQmtkA9iz5kzfazcpmgvbElxoOPAcBbXgtn2Vn7dsOaN7UMvfcNmxraHiXMIxS0cW-b-Rp_7ZZSA8dSMAIdlumW7z2tpr3KAg/s320/iPhone+Photos+062.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#663300;"><br /><br />The notes haven't stopped coming and I love it! I got one stuck to me the other night in the middle of the night. It was an apology note from him for being ugly before bed. He woke up in the middle of the night and wrote it -- even sweeter, but I hate that it bothered him so much he woke up in the middle of th enight to write me the note (I have no idea where he gets this from!!!!) We had one stuck to our bedrooom window. I'm pretty sure even Brooke, the dog, got a love note the other night! He even gave one to B.B. while we were visiting. <br /><br /></span><span style="color:#663300;"></span><span style="color:#663300;">Every day, I put a note in the boys lunchbox. Simple messages -- I love you. Have a great day. 5 more days till your birthday. Great game. So proud. Little messages I thought they weren't reading, until the day I didn't send one. They missed not getting it. Both boys mentioned it to me. Apparently, they were reading them. Palmer was imitating them and Peyton was writing me notes back. The one stuck to the "unused" napkin the other day said "Very awesome Mom." LOVE IT! <br /><br /></span><span style="color:#663300;"></span><span style="color:#663300;">This is why God gave me boys! He knew I needed love notes to keep going. I don't care that I don't understand what they say sometimes, it still makes my day. And my life. <br /><br /></span><span style="color:#663300;"></span><span style="color:#663300;"><em> Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to get love notes stuck to me in the middle of the night,<br /></em></span> <span style="color:#663300;"><em>Chasity</em></span> <span style="color:#663300;"></span><span style="color:#663300;"><br /><br />PS...This is the one I keep on my computer at work. It reminds me of what is truly important. I'm a Moey!</span> <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXDS_OrHA_Qt7LyKOk3PhRPwjJ0UaHN-jBPIC8wAiFswA4v-deITi_8Ap3CEBHoz3zOT_SIAZT5qcfvcRFl_ULbSExcjgYT9mSJWiJShaxWeVvAoUrG_wNACShjFZDminMAh0K4dpQbA/s1600/iPhone+Photos+063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590689660208122802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXDS_OrHA_Qt7LyKOk3PhRPwjJ0UaHN-jBPIC8wAiFswA4v-deITi_8Ap3CEBHoz3zOT_SIAZT5qcfvcRFl_ULbSExcjgYT9mSJWiJShaxWeVvAoUrG_wNACShjFZDminMAh0K4dpQbA/s320/iPhone+Photos+063.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#663300;">Other random pics of Mr. Palmer -- our little man with a BIG heart and bigger personality!</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyr1YHxfZ_Qttvs8XCHX-wgJ2N0d9Ggt0_MT2Cy71uj1Z8UP494BfOg_X1TtzukJqjFfS9YpnolEzfhQfku-pzGkBeiGjOy9MYwnjZxiEhg6OE98Cn7zi87BOa8JY1njaMjeaxmx-FQ74/s1600/Spring+Break+11+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590689657578654994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyr1YHxfZ_Qttvs8XCHX-wgJ2N0d9Ggt0_MT2Cy71uj1Z8UP494BfOg_X1TtzukJqjFfS9YpnolEzfhQfku-pzGkBeiGjOy9MYwnjZxiEhg6OE98Cn7zi87BOa8JY1njaMjeaxmx-FQ74/s320/Spring+Break+11+007.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsDcmF40yIU9sNih04XDyhJuE1H-jeiZtGP15kmCkX5xrp7BvBknD6yCOz84lnd6JlZj3-cP97VVCuBhNTTURYLLEWi22Ju4bZDB1RYLZKpOK4edttHx77gG3xxnkoR5uhj0NzktvXEI/s1600/Spring+Break+11+083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590689654617740658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsDcmF40yIU9sNih04XDyhJuE1H-jeiZtGP15kmCkX5xrp7BvBknD6yCOz84lnd6JlZj3-cP97VVCuBhNTTURYLLEWi22Ju4bZDB1RYLZKpOK4edttHx77gG3xxnkoR5uhj0NzktvXEI/s320/Spring+Break+11+083.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShhT9ZN2bR68io3ViqRM-HuAARD6se34VP5iyo7cyRW0vY41Waj0iNtPm8hBjvgbP09eNHeaSQUbZ__NWeM32ftvIaDHOEO1bsaM1LWFOtBKMtdQaNYC9lqTTGg-jSOajVMcRtn8IfzM/s1600/Spring+Break+11+086.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590688874865877394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgShhT9ZN2bR68io3ViqRM-HuAARD6se34VP5iyo7cyRW0vY41Waj0iNtPm8hBjvgbP09eNHeaSQUbZ__NWeM32ftvIaDHOEO1bsaM1LWFOtBKMtdQaNYC9lqTTGg-jSOajVMcRtn8IfzM/s320/Spring+Break+11+086.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9A4gLeHLJFLhQY8XUOdLzAettW66tWT-v52HWFsNfX8F9XqIo8nT4-7SJbSDpcVYMmXsHpoj14HK0SPIqzRQJ7ReiHzByH26p40m44lMbRR_KbZhQcSnUQ0cV0WF_TYVhjpmI_j_FQ8/s1600/Spring+Break+11+088.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590688869890480674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9A4gLeHLJFLhQY8XUOdLzAettW66tWT-v52HWFsNfX8F9XqIo8nT4-7SJbSDpcVYMmXsHpoj14HK0SPIqzRQJ7ReiHzByH26p40m44lMbRR_KbZhQcSnUQ0cV0WF_TYVhjpmI_j_FQ8/s320/Spring+Break+11+088.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9VVto_SOR_8lJJo2VBWO8mc5zWhaxNCJKeJvem3O89ukI-fAkrVbCgTQrC55LXRE-qlDE0cs2kQxHIglCxpZOHVwvOw03hMU6bRPxnaiFEESO_3bzOq4aR9ii3LACX2tDc3UnrQWTcI/s1600/Spring+Break+11+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590688867437242082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9VVto_SOR_8lJJo2VBWO8mc5zWhaxNCJKeJvem3O89ukI-fAkrVbCgTQrC55LXRE-qlDE0cs2kQxHIglCxpZOHVwvOw03hMU6bRPxnaiFEESO_3bzOq4aR9ii3LACX2tDc3UnrQWTcI/s320/Spring+Break+11+028.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZa_LxyC379nxZXerBdlAzz5_xt9qaxTsu_V0FUgWG0ohyzvCiSUblPxBN2JMW2Qy1iFiXSRgQegzaZ0MmuTuAaUYgjcv49_z5y5kyeVIl5OfST3x2H_FY67HIvlfG24djkyCDRubR7U/s1600/Spring+Break+11+031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590688863141176786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcZa_LxyC379nxZXerBdlAzz5_xt9qaxTsu_V0FUgWG0ohyzvCiSUblPxBN2JMW2Qy1iFiXSRgQegzaZ0MmuTuAaUYgjcv49_z5y5kyeVIl5OfST3x2H_FY67HIvlfG24djkyCDRubR7U/s320/Spring+Break+11+031.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGlQGZ05B2cqASJwh5w_wOBJ36qp1sQE_JtudMMdm8v6VvhyphenhyphenRAhvlRD02i8Z7LQxDOrWaJSeX8FSNAE_RM8TUEkEc8hXwcUWMWeFmULKsK-5QmT3MERUWx3466eWZ_imPADBEgViVjBQ/s1600/Spring+Break+11+079.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590688859751103746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGlQGZ05B2cqASJwh5w_wOBJ36qp1sQE_JtudMMdm8v6VvhyphenhyphenRAhvlRD02i8Z7LQxDOrWaJSeX8FSNAE_RM8TUEkEc8hXwcUWMWeFmULKsK-5QmT3MERUWx3466eWZ_imPADBEgViVjBQ/s320/Spring+Break+11+079.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-81362730011325540002011-03-30T08:00:00.002-05:002011-03-30T18:03:21.815-05:00Back...<span style="color:#663300;">from a very long hiatus. A VERY LONG, TOO LONG hiatus! <br /><br />Life is what happens in between postings. <br /><br />Apparently, I haven't been managing life too well these days (or for the past year). If I had been, I would have made time to do something I enjoy...like this blog! <br /><br />So, starting today, I'm going to make time to write about our lives...again! No one may ever read this blog, and that is fine by me!!! I created this blog as a way for my children to see themselves through my eyes...50 years from now. I lost sight of this fact. I'm back. With FOCUS! <br /><br />Today's focus...Peyton. My 7, soon-to-be, 8-year-old Favorite Firstborn. Words escape me when I try to describe him. How is that possible? He's so many things that a few words can't capture it all. He wants to be so many things that words can't capture it all. he wants to do so many things that words can't capture it all. There are simply not enough great, fabulous, beautiful words to describe him and his little life. So...here's some pictures...I'll let the pictures speak a thousand words! <br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJGe0639-445uUdsIyJjSOXZlnd8Wefu31wzFIFcdUd8kC_S61DrPEo3u_G8GuyNmRB72WX12Mzdvesb50k1o0zhFyp8yU4Nimx9jzA6RqbuZd7-mK0t_Y9LvsTKFCWGFOkazJil-Gak/s1600/2011+Random+122.jpg"><span style="color:#663300;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589944801670244626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJGe0639-445uUdsIyJjSOXZlnd8Wefu31wzFIFcdUd8kC_S61DrPEo3u_G8GuyNmRB72WX12Mzdvesb50k1o0zhFyp8yU4Nimx9jzA6RqbuZd7-mK0t_Y9LvsTKFCWGFOkazJil-Gak/s320/2011+Random+122.jpg" /></span></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNyMw6o5RIY5w1mBbw4pGkt-HjLLleWOO_vExLPFzXu4E-AZ5pMScXava3S9e06_Zf1ivppLqwbtZ5XcMfk7F2slV0zrwsLVviGiGHvdNADewiq__nCHn1GRz9vRXMqPANXAUwGljyl4/s1600/2011+Random+121.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589944800162259314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNyMw6o5RIY5w1mBbw4pGkt-HjLLleWOO_vExLPFzXu4E-AZ5pMScXava3S9e06_Zf1ivppLqwbtZ5XcMfk7F2slV0zrwsLVviGiGHvdNADewiq__nCHn1GRz9vRXMqPANXAUwGljyl4/s320/2011+Random+121.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4h1oYKSH9QBhA2G_dM37M4WvuCc8X0cQQdXOoOs8X1S0UEpeuN-XhNwwxVaHWXYZ8Rn-8gRcL3lSAdnH4DYJvgqT4McaZ5BB52km795mFM9wHggbRHrsaEBkKG_azLBSogykBNjrJ1WQ/s1600/2011+Random+070.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589944794547510162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4h1oYKSH9QBhA2G_dM37M4WvuCc8X0cQQdXOoOs8X1S0UEpeuN-XhNwwxVaHWXYZ8Rn-8gRcL3lSAdnH4DYJvgqT4McaZ5BB52km795mFM9wHggbRHrsaEBkKG_azLBSogykBNjrJ1WQ/s320/2011+Random+070.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm5FCL4821YWwkA2374vuLCVJkXN2RgLBvWnJsG9mh0TTn_3ImOWbICtu3lxzYV87mMXuwtGJcFWLk1k6os0riBM4id0v8IbRz0QJaSsu-mT9nyPdkdrXrzAuGxqy6bjz145QQ-MQ4xo/s1600/Spring+Break+11+077.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589944788191960674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYm5FCL4821YWwkA2374vuLCVJkXN2RgLBvWnJsG9mh0TTn_3ImOWbICtu3lxzYV87mMXuwtGJcFWLk1k6os0riBM4id0v8IbRz0QJaSsu-mT9nyPdkdrXrzAuGxqy6bjz145QQ-MQ4xo/s320/Spring+Break+11+077.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-nuIOzEjF3acWZBMQ8NEhA8kG_2WIZW63QdOzzEmGxB_yURegmNC6LsQTbldoQBQprUqwWFefETN3DDyIcIBYydrr9diTX8ZH4GvJqspXF-OGFJeGMQujngh6XF8pUVVyAb4a8xuIWs/s1600/Spring+Break+11+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589944785034825554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw-nuIOzEjF3acWZBMQ8NEhA8kG_2WIZW63QdOzzEmGxB_yURegmNC6LsQTbldoQBQprUqwWFefETN3DDyIcIBYydrr9diTX8ZH4GvJqspXF-OGFJeGMQujngh6XF8pUVVyAb4a8xuIWs/s320/Spring+Break+11+010.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuDHV-W_-1teQ60JwXlrhzMW95Qtfvsy-3RMSxNnYgoiv447pHqb1-K9UNPoh8z90m1VPErEb5Gt5__u1P34Y0wvNKS5va683w5ErPNOXa0BZI-MLkk0OT5x79KADKARz5FvpLP4_CtQ/s1600/iPhone+Photos+115.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589927243090526338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuDHV-W_-1teQ60JwXlrhzMW95Qtfvsy-3RMSxNnYgoiv447pHqb1-K9UNPoh8z90m1VPErEb5Gt5__u1P34Y0wvNKS5va683w5ErPNOXa0BZI-MLkk0OT5x79KADKARz5FvpLP4_CtQ/s320/iPhone+Photos+115.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div><span style="color:#663300;">I love my little man more than words can express. We're in full swing of 2nd grade, baseball, Church and more, yet somehow, he manages to keep up and not get too much of an attitude.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663300;">We are blessed beyond measure to have him in our lives. Still trying to figure out what I did right to get him!!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful for this "almost as tall as me" firstborn,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Chasity </em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-51467344096701957722010-09-22T09:07:00.002-05:002010-09-22T09:13:12.161-05:00It's Fall...<span style="color:#663300;">Ya'll.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Woo hoo. One of my favorite times of the year...of course I say that when every new season begins (except maybe Winter...love the snow, hate the snow)!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Unfortuntely, it's still REALLY hot right now. Unseasonably hot according to the weathermen on TV. I'm ready for the cool weather. Ready for the leaves to change color. Ready for Halloween. Pumpkins. Thanksgiving. Turkeys. Fall pictures. READY!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Of course, when Fall hits, that's also when it feels like the start of the "Merry Chaosmas" season begins. In the meantime, we're going to enjoy every minute of Football Season, Fall Baseball, Hunting Season and so on...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Fall Break for the boys will be here soon -- trip to Florida, Florida State Football game...already counting down the days.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have Seasons...</em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Chasity</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#663300;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#663300;">PS...Browns, Golds, Maroons...all beautiful Fall colors are about to shine through...</span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-51817625015194384502010-09-17T18:13:00.000-05:002010-09-18T18:53:14.774-05:00No more...<span style="color:#663300;">soccer for our family (or Palmer)!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">You know, according to the title of this blog -- Discovering God's Perfect Plan and Amazing Sense of Humor Each and Everyday -- we are constantly discovering God's perfect plan. Sometimes it takes a while for us to discover his plan...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Nope. Not. this. time.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">On Thursday, after a very stressful evening of soccer (with multiple breakdowns from Palmer throughout the one hour practice), homework, etc., I'd had enough. Something in our crazy, fast-paced life needed to change. Granted, I could easily give up my 4:45 workouts (to get an extra hour of sleep, but truthfully, I like my hour of quiet workout...it's peaceful at 4:45 a.m.) So, I prayed. Prayed that God would somehow put an end to the craziness and let us gain a little control. I think at that time, I knew what needed to happen, but couldn't make the call...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">And then, Saturday happened...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">You know those people on the TV shows that you see fighting at their kid's game -- you know, the ones...that all the parents are looking at, while shoving their kids in the opposite direction because the ones fighting have clearly lost it. That was Brent and I at Palmer's Soccer Game. I laugh about it now. But at the moment that I just got up and left the game in the middle of the game, I was not laughing.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">It seems in our haste to integrate Palmer into the world of "extracurricular activities," we forgot to ask him...do you want to do this?! But, you know, children have a way of telling us things. Sometimes we listen. Sometimes we don't. This time, we did!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">He clearly didn't want to be playing Soccer -- that was apparent when the coach sent him out of the game for a "break," asked him to go back in the game and a minute later when the coach asked the other kids who wanted a break, Palmer asked for his break. 1 minute of playing and he was ready. His lack of effort about drove Brent crazy, which in turn drove me crazy, which in turn led to "big ears" Peyton making a comment that sent me right over the edge. Yep, I left. Got so angry, that I left. Jumped in the car, drove home and called my Mom crying. Crying. Crying so hard my Mom couldn't understand what I was saying. That's bad. Very bad.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">So, after some apologizing by Brent and a quick "Palmer do you want to play soccer?" with a resounding "No!" We made the call. No more soccer. Just like that. God showed us His plan. And the craziness ended. And, I didn't even feel bad about it.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Got also revealed his other plan -- Palmer + Wednesday night KidsLife at Church = A great evening. Since Palmer wasn't playing Soccer anymore (thankfully), and since Peyton has baseball practice on Wednesday nights, we decided I'd take Palmer to KidsLife (45 minutes of music, 30 minutes of games, 30 minutes of storytime) at Church. The first 10 minutes included our typical "I don't want to do this" breakdown, which then ended with crying, which then ended with him finally going into the room with the other 20 kids already in the class making "musical instruments" out of plastic bottles and rice. I stayed for the music portion and when they left to play games, I snuck out. Went back an hour later and this was what I heard, "Palmer, did you have fun?" "Yes!" "Do you want to go back?" Yes! Yes! At which point, he wore his artwork around his neck as a necklace and proudly showed it to Brent when he got home.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">WIN. WIN. WIN.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">God had a plan and it didn't include Soccer. Thankfully.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">So, we're no longer those crazy parents yelling at each other. The Lord is in control and our little Palmer, well, he's learning the Lord's ways and the perfect plans He has for our lives.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">No more soccer...we're all ok with that!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have a God that is not afraid to "make the call" for us,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Chasity</em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">PS...the Church is crazy on Wednesday nights...WOW at the children that were there!</span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-4725167933299839092010-09-07T12:59:00.003-05:002010-09-07T14:07:43.514-05:00Labor Day...<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">weekend is supposed to be a time of relaxation. A celebration of sort's for the last weekend of Summer. </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">"Supposed to be" are the key words. </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">What began as a weekend intended for relaxing, quickly became a weekend of "we've got to get our house clean." Oh, and take our little Brooke to the vet (our little Brooke is going to Broke us)... </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">I thought I kept a fairly neat house. Thought. But, clearly, after this weekend's cleaning spree, I am wrong. wrong. wrong. And, we didn't even touch the things that just need to be given to Goodwill. </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">We cleaned the carpets, dusted every nook and cranny, windexed every window, cleaned every inch of every bathroom and there's still more to do. More that we didn't do. And, oh, somehow managed to find the time to decorate my Sunday School classroom and buy a new pair of jeans (very important tasks -- yes, the decorating part)! </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">But, amongst all the cleaning, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Chris and Jody came to visit us. As my Mom said, "At least I know you two can get along without me being around." You did good Mom. And Chris did good when he asked Jody to be his wife:) She's the perfect sis-in-law and Aunt...and she puts up with Chris! I would have killed him by now (JK) -- although he is really good a technical stuff. So thanks to him, he fixed our Wii, cleaned our computer, secured our WiFi and even managed a little Star Wars lego building time with Peyton. </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">Chris and Jody were so sweet. They watched the boys for us while we went to a 40th birthday surprise party -- did I just say that. We've officially reached that age, that it's not our parent's friends turning 40...it's our friends. WOW! But, we did feel like teenagers that night. Getting to go out and party without having to pay someone to watch the kids...ROCK ON! </span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;"></span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span><span style="color:#663300;">Of course, we always try to make their visit memorable (the last time they came, they got engaged), so we arranged for them to see Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman at Starbucks (ok, no not really, but dang, we've lived here for 4 years and never seen anyone like that). Pushed them to eat at my favorite restaurant -- Whiskey Kitchen. We even made it to the pool and managed to grill out and eat some awesome Paula Deen Mac & Cheese:) The boys L-O-V-E Jody. So with a little chanting -- stay one more night, stay one more night -- (and Uncle Chris' mistake on the location of their next "intended" stop), they decided to stay another night! After some talk about Peyton staying up all night to wish on a shooting star, Jody left the boys the sweetest message:</span></span></span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span></span></span></span> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span><span></span></span></span> </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUujuROu6cZ74Gij2qMxXXpx1iDffscS_Gr08z36wrmzKl6nbyTl5C0wCFTjHn_yPZi_ok76JxwF7Z4FEWkTN1yo63b5Lzt6XtPiSjJvCU4tn6MlfkE4FURRKbGlOnPVeg6qoyIkwqEIQ/s1600/Star+note.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514243754647199314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUujuROu6cZ74Gij2qMxXXpx1iDffscS_Gr08z36wrmzKl6nbyTl5C0wCFTjHn_yPZi_ok76JxwF7Z4FEWkTN1yo63b5Lzt6XtPiSjJvCU4tn6MlfkE4FURRKbGlOnPVeg6qoyIkwqEIQ/s320/Star+note.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#663300;"><span>So, after a weekend of crazy cleaning and visiting, we all got to get up and go back to work. Except Chris and Jody -- they were headed to the Spa (Oprah's favorite Nashville Spa). I'm not hating them right now. No. Not. At. All. And of course, they're next stops: Loveless Cafe and Arrington Vineyards.<br /><br />What a weekend...whew. I need a Non-Labor Day weekend from my Labor Day weekend!<br /><br /><em>WE ARE Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have Chris and Jody in our lives. What a great visit,<br />Chasity<br /></em><br />PS...Little Brooke is having surgery right now. Praying all goes well!!!!</span><br /></span></div><div></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-53171473198217772662010-08-30T12:31:00.003-05:002010-08-30T13:35:22.191-05:00About time...<span style="color:#663300;">that I started blogging again...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Apparently, my mind just decided that since it's called "Summer Break" that I should take a break from blogging. Apparently.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">This past Summer just flew by. It was like a blur. It seems we were really busy this Summer. Not to mention, it was HOT. VERY HOT. UNUSUALLY HOT. ALL. THE. TIME. Maybe it was the heat (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), but I was even a slacker at going to the pool. I know. My titles of "Sun Goddess" and "Pool Wife" were lost (or at least that's what all of our friends say)! Now, of course, I'm wishing I could get Summer back. Ugh...can't ever be happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Well, nothing I can do about it now. Except try to relive it through this blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Since I rarely ever take a lunch break while at work, I've decided that I'm going to spend at least one lunch hour during the week updating my blog -- after all, the whole point of this is to be a diary of sorts for the boys to "remember" what their lives were like at every age. So, with that being said, stay tuned. I'm going back to the beginning of Summer and will slowly, but surely, update you guys on our Summer of Fun, Heat and everything else.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Really quick...updates from this weekend -- Brent went alligator hunting, leaving me and the boys to ourselves. We did a little bit of everything this weekend. Friday, Palmer and I partied by the pool with the neightbors, while Peyton weazled an invitation out of his best friend to go skating. We were lazy Saturday morning, but finally gathered enough energy to go to the pool for a few hours, go see Nanny McPhee Returns (which has now become one of my all-time favorite children's movies) and dinner at Moe's. This also happened to be our first Sunday of not having Brent to help me on Sunday morning before Church. Whew. Never thought I'd enjoy getting up at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning, but it's all worth it. We were actually early to Church, so the boys helped me get ready for the babies. I managed to get them to Sunday School on time, and we even went to Cracker Barrel for lunch (to have breakfast...and no one killed each other while waiting for our table). And to top it all off, we donated a big old bag of groceries to GraceWorks -- the mission arm of church collecting food for children on reduced lunch plans to take home over and eat on the weekends. The drop-off times -- 1 to 6 -- we got there a little early at 12:45 and there was already a line...WOW!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Anyway, stay tuned. Posts and Pictures are a coming...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful,</em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><em>Chasity </em></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">PS...So ready to not be a single Mom anymore!</span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-41025083908602691282010-07-23T09:00:00.002-05:002010-07-23T09:15:50.936-05:00WOW...<span style="color:#663300;">where has this Summer gone?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Why are we always in such a hurry when Summer should be "lazy"?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Why has it been so hot that it makes us not even want to go to the pool?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">What happened to the body I had just 3 years ago and why does it look "bad" in a swimsuit?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Why is it that in the 2nd week of July, I'm already thinking about school supplies, uniforms and after-school care?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Why is it that I feel the need to make my child do "workbooks" during the Summer?</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">WOW...a ton of questions of which I don't want to have think about, worry about or deal with...I just want to enjoy the Summer. Darn it!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">It's going to be Fall very soon and we're going to wish we had Summer back, but all we do during the Summer is get ready for the Fall.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Today is obviously filled with frustration and questions. So, I've decided to write Summer a letter and ask a few things...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Dear Summer ~ </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">We love when you get here. Pools open. No homework. Summer camps. Lazy Friday nights by the pool. Saturday cook-outs. But, I have to ask...why do you have to go so soon? It seems like our time together just goes by way too fast. And, of course, the heat doesn't help things at all (can you do something about this ridiculous heat we're having?).</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#663300;">Please, stick around for a while. Pull up a chair. Grab some sweet tea and let's hang out. No laundry. No cleaning the house. No ridiculous heat. No worring about back to school. No responsibilities. Just you and us working on a nice tan while listening to the children giggle, laugh and splash us with Cannon Balls<span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Think we can make this happen? If you try, I'll try.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Thank you!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Your Summertime friend,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Chasity</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-67098810885044548412010-05-31T20:29:00.003-05:002010-08-31T13:15:07.261-05:00He's 41...<span style="color:#663300;">Fourty-One. 4-1. 41...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">May 31, 1969 was a big day for Brenton Lynn Phillips.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">May 31, 2010 was a relaxing day for Brenton Lynn Phillips.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">We celebrated by going to beach! Yeah, we celebrate big around the Phillips house!</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">So, while at the beach, we went over to Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Linda's house for a little celebration -- to make it even better, they live on the water. SWEET. So, we ate. We visited. We played. We fished. We celebrated (with cake). We swam. We had a great time! Happy 41st Birthday to my sweet Brent (and to his Mama for giving birth to him -- it's a big day for her too)!</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRTdaJZ7F_0otgC5n7OFuIvORaSLrBbX34MiYLVnPIGwPULqQGclh5rZQ-4MqPqeanSC8m1tfYgDDOXAUE6BF6VtkZK_ymLlA_myLRVPHbJ7gl68f6knGgd8RmqcOFc7e22XqN7TxEqw/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+108.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633996468652354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfRTdaJZ7F_0otgC5n7OFuIvORaSLrBbX34MiYLVnPIGwPULqQGclh5rZQ-4MqPqeanSC8m1tfYgDDOXAUE6BF6VtkZK_ymLlA_myLRVPHbJ7gl68f6knGgd8RmqcOFc7e22XqN7TxEqw/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+108.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (I just love this picture. He was doing exactly what he loves to do!)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFVq05htc94C3fUr8fHdgosBayY0IlVBNHFS-Ja14ImgG9KHric-LdnBRM4OyKVyAMjptx3sNNZ9Bm-r8MVu4Vw3z_QhejuatbuK79eXz982slLr69PypFp9a8z_qm89J1SW61Qg38so/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+116.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633893481121154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFVq05htc94C3fUr8fHdgosBayY0IlVBNHFS-Ja14ImgG9KHric-LdnBRM4OyKVyAMjptx3sNNZ9Bm-r8MVu4Vw3z_QhejuatbuK79eXz982slLr69PypFp9a8z_qm89J1SW61Qg38so/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+116.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (Still doing what he loves to do!)<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUCG4_-6klYUJamJn0MhdaUlPDYgzwRhoQHudlYEVjegoiQa58gKGxezx2I-hOJc95agLSPBCdiZzTGo4dn04Mqn60umud8IbVPh_YKeshR7Ax4DU2DwYKMm3OKC2mdbCsRNhnlV-xtI/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+120.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633885158876066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMUCG4_-6klYUJamJn0MhdaUlPDYgzwRhoQHudlYEVjegoiQa58gKGxezx2I-hOJc95agLSPBCdiZzTGo4dn04Mqn60umud8IbVPh_YKeshR7Ax4DU2DwYKMm3OKC2mdbCsRNhnlV-xtI/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+120.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (And, now he has a little helper to help him do what he loves to do!)</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">(To be honest, not sure how much of a "helper" the little one was!)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKo2MkAAWU37WK4YpPXsvZjbNScHd8rAr-HojCA-X3q29UITKUuz_5L5chWFYLZqWFqTPIfE2-WIWU-cENYG89rSgYW-i29qhyCtBQM2-F2yTtx_4_-A1p5VhyNMtwGJU7DNqPkaXHTw/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+157.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633874204138290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKo2MkAAWU37WK4YpPXsvZjbNScHd8rAr-HojCA-X3q29UITKUuz_5L5chWFYLZqWFqTPIfE2-WIWU-cENYG89rSgYW-i29qhyCtBQM2-F2yTtx_4_-A1p5VhyNMtwGJU7DNqPkaXHTw/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+157.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Yep, that's us...Perfectly Phillips!)</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptSpwemjHpVdjJ-yQgWnCm2DjgUTnMLXCxVuXJ3eZaY513A8lVOy3ortvga_JffNghBAIJsvT9uD2vqGjaV8o-HRRbvz-872r5XPyobQjczTTzn-59p_YVLd4P3peL_5Fwm8vAhVwFl0/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+160.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633866049216946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhptSpwemjHpVdjJ-yQgWnCm2DjgUTnMLXCxVuXJ3eZaY513A8lVOy3ortvga_JffNghBAIJsvT9uD2vqGjaV8o-HRRbvz-872r5XPyobQjczTTzn-59p_YVLd4P3peL_5Fwm8vAhVwFl0/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+160.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Little Man getting in on the action!)</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPk1dEwGwUgF7PfLoNXkZdFOWhWIYBhu0ma4_1Qbn9i_o3wa2F4zobLX2je-wRzg7ORYjwbeeLt_qb-zwOAqnU_Q9vAqxZbFFoWrcIT-BRcTVJtgRMk2Tdz3AKtsM9tjVGcyWXI3g1qtE/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+161.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633860504216466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPk1dEwGwUgF7PfLoNXkZdFOWhWIYBhu0ma4_1Qbn9i_o3wa2F4zobLX2je-wRzg7ORYjwbeeLt_qb-zwOAqnU_Q9vAqxZbFFoWrcIT-BRcTVJtgRMk2Tdz3AKtsM9tjVGcyWXI3g1qtE/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+161.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Nothing like Daddy's kisses!)</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjf51IWmNEocGS90GeY__V1ZKwz6cwN4It1mw-dV_ZnAWLh5qVDNwk_hqsmflJCmbt9XhuyXtqHx02D5IFHYqktRk2fozPT1xY1nrWMlNfi_E5SO2osvqK0RDIyjNMrA3vSUGTuHp4fd0/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+148.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633207110302146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjf51IWmNEocGS90GeY__V1ZKwz6cwN4It1mw-dV_ZnAWLh5qVDNwk_hqsmflJCmbt9XhuyXtqHx02D5IFHYqktRk2fozPT1xY1nrWMlNfi_E5SO2osvqK0RDIyjNMrA3vSUGTuHp4fd0/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+148.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (There's the birthday boy just chillin'!)<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwo6Rxzzi_oKUcu0IlZOOthVlhl7PACNrY-KFkkmjN6SNeocW_AchFoGKu2VIinspLgwsVCuZhE6RT29HIHuYqlzPbT85vYFJT5y8xBQXScWVgcO9rq5vGD_N12XkEmVm4XKUfXFeoyIw/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+131.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633202316800002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwo6Rxzzi_oKUcu0IlZOOthVlhl7PACNrY-KFkkmjN6SNeocW_AchFoGKu2VIinspLgwsVCuZhE6RT29HIHuYqlzPbT85vYFJT5y8xBQXScWVgcO9rq5vGD_N12XkEmVm4XKUfXFeoyIw/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+131.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (Birthday Boy and the Mom that loves him so much!)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8kb9_0trhDgILfvvdP9eBwBLTTjzp5rUrVHmAVsHmB-o0oSUt3bw5kz3a5U84G1lw-a0wVUPMqEmCFthfGQ3d_DiuwVu6LmTW63YvHIW6fUjz-XuV2dywMOUH44TRo4xwbi8lZDefQY/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+152.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633196796958242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8kb9_0trhDgILfvvdP9eBwBLTTjzp5rUrVHmAVsHmB-o0oSUt3bw5kz3a5U84G1lw-a0wVUPMqEmCFthfGQ3d_DiuwVu6LmTW63YvHIW6fUjz-XuV2dywMOUH44TRo4xwbi8lZDefQY/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+152.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Brent and Uncle Jimmy -- such amazing men!) </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwxyKx-aLARHlakKCR7Ic-QJpenFsI9fcRPNSL9z8c66tQhj4IuPxBDHgEpKj1chRdgJCum2WIjvJvgWxmupt7IrtuN3NipQf1auXjtv5iDuUNgC7ljJzxiQwhCeMkf4nP7RVCXyEOho/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+155.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633188159336210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwxyKx-aLARHlakKCR7Ic-QJpenFsI9fcRPNSL9z8c66tQhj4IuPxBDHgEpKj1chRdgJCum2WIjvJvgWxmupt7IrtuN3NipQf1auXjtv5iDuUNgC7ljJzxiQwhCeMkf4nP7RVCXyEOho/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+155.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Brent and Mike -- can you tell they used to aggravate the devil out of each other?)</span></div><div><span style="color:#663300;"><br /></span><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSTHI0B0tvUlgpdO-oo-hcLWIisitaa_Ty14AcKLoc9dAVcEm1HpVrF3YGyUus0ImUdp5eWqO7r67ZTM6BFUmQ_k9XNe_RM5x8eebw95B53wV_kASyEKnyJJUPvpeSiYZA0ff1EOhyhQ/s1600/Beach+Vacation+2010+111.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511633175089866498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSTHI0B0tvUlgpdO-oo-hcLWIisitaa_Ty14AcKLoc9dAVcEm1HpVrF3YGyUus0ImUdp5eWqO7r67ZTM6BFUmQ_k9XNe_RM5x8eebw95B53wV_kASyEKnyJJUPvpeSiYZA0ff1EOhyhQ/s320/Beach+Vacation+2010+111.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"> (Me and my better half -- ignore the fishing pole!)</span></div><div align="left"><span><span style="color:#663300;"><br />Yes, I know the hat looks stupid, but I'm getting older, so I'm allowed to look stupid every now and again.<br /><br />What a great day...and even more fun days are ahead of us. Stay tuned. Cool pics coming your way!<br /><br /><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to be married to a 41-year-old man that acts like he's 18 (all the time),<br />Chasity<br /></em><br />PS...He keeps life interesting. I think I'll keep him!</span></span></div><span style="color:#663300;"><div align="left"></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-13482909463566981342010-05-28T08:35:00.005-05:002010-05-28T09:59:43.546-05:00Two in One...<span style="color:#663300;">night on the last day of 1st Grade.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Peyton lost his first two teeth...WOW! After months of being asked, "When am I going to loose a tooth?" it finally happened. TWO IN ONE NIGHT. Of course, the two happened, because Brent pulled the WRONG tooth the first time (luckily it was ready to come out, just not quiet as ready as the RIGHT tooth)! We were actually kind of shocked that Peyton let Brent pull the second tooth, considering he got the wrong tooth the first time.</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Of course, me being me, I tried to capture it all on camera (in between gagging at the site of watching Brent pull the tooth and seeing the blood). I wish I was like my friend Sarah and could handle the blood, etc..., but I can't so, I tried to get pictures1 without really looking at what I was aiming at...makes sense right?! </span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">Here's the action:</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq4wEQdYLAIu8zzJUPLnlx7pJzjWLwLwZlzidjlE6ggSHgQwVbukUIzBPtIlooxdMT_piaZvtKfKH3JhKNvrkdDHGBttsbKwNm6Aog0IUAYHHpGKYLUwL0Yevpvh_fKivW6F1LrhTbSQ/s1600/Teeth+2010+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476323001227750114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQq4wEQdYLAIu8zzJUPLnlx7pJzjWLwLwZlzidjlE6ggSHgQwVbukUIzBPtIlooxdMT_piaZvtKfKH3JhKNvrkdDHGBttsbKwNm6Aog0IUAYHHpGKYLUwL0Yevpvh_fKivW6F1LrhTbSQ/s320/Teeth+2010+005.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (Brent and Peyton doing one of MANY test runs...)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvaIXCYwN3x2CIRmsKM1Tq7pWsBdNZ0yN-P2VR998d4irAt_5gmODFlG-yNiz6EyE3wxBVZJSGN3pvqXQNU5qnH00q4Kbxk2MxPfwpQV62imNrN-_Vb8LQi1ntRZ3Qg-jrRshg5x-Qts/s1600/Teeth+2010+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322910248935682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBvaIXCYwN3x2CIRmsKM1Tq7pWsBdNZ0yN-P2VR998d4irAt_5gmODFlG-yNiz6EyE3wxBVZJSGN3pvqXQNU5qnH00q4Kbxk2MxPfwpQV62imNrN-_Vb8LQi1ntRZ3Qg-jrRshg5x-Qts/s320/Teeth+2010+007.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(One last smile with ALL baby teeth in tact!)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4F2qAQzTItY7lXMKLC2nfv2eToZPb42jPEVmhW6EENt-9GjazOsoc0t2eIDumOSDbE932ukakQ814vnB_uYhRZzSJnKHd4WcqL3HkczhKe14TQ8VMCyF7Msl0q1D-GwLZVxVRGevjfA/s1600/Teeth+2010+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322908544265810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4F2qAQzTItY7lXMKLC2nfv2eToZPb42jPEVmhW6EENt-9GjazOsoc0t2eIDumOSDbE932ukakQ814vnB_uYhRZzSJnKHd4WcqL3HkczhKe14TQ8VMCyF7Msl0q1D-GwLZVxVRGevjfA/s320/Teeth+2010+009.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Wiggling it even more...)<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixc-dCq5zUQkeXMSTLBQiDqr8rzi5BGZn_NYI8uSZCpD0WHqpcEhePIYUzxmfTrn6rjffXwxsyK5H5LkqAh9dEfBgJjc08PZPntxqbfaFkbDxvV4eutWOj1PN1pRXHgTeGd5ndhrFhvWA/s1600/Teeth+2010+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322905533687570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixc-dCq5zUQkeXMSTLBQiDqr8rzi5BGZn_NYI8uSZCpD0WHqpcEhePIYUzxmfTrn6rjffXwxsyK5H5LkqAh9dEfBgJjc08PZPntxqbfaFkbDxvV4eutWOj1PN1pRXHgTeGd5ndhrFhvWA/s320/Teeth+2010+010.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (Wiggling it the other way!)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7WDO2eqUiupnCifuYMUpM-QXmpAjWV-wAEhpSbamFEVJB9QxVLOkamXDpbxzr9vM-aetxIl_6gJ1Q3qsA0p3GP8RFdVCPpJVHAQgIGVs0bHm2a_3KZpQ3fJRPX0BK0EuLmTLnxMz1es/s1600/Teeth+2010+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322899579033330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7WDO2eqUiupnCifuYMUpM-QXmpAjWV-wAEhpSbamFEVJB9QxVLOkamXDpbxzr9vM-aetxIl_6gJ1Q3qsA0p3GP8RFdVCPpJVHAQgIGVs0bHm2a_3KZpQ3fJRPX0BK0EuLmTLnxMz1es/s320/Teeth+2010+016.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Little Palmer had to get in on the action. But, it was around 10 p.m. so he was fading fast!)</span></div><div><span style="color:#663300;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#663300;">BTW...they don't get to stay up that late every night, but since it was the last day of school, we let them stay up later than normal!<br /></span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_UShruQ_8t8TwjeZ5AQ8p2-WvXldHafS7L0M3S9wcY8rSZsyYZ2246wJwqjv4DX696cR0kKrT91JczlyhDUTYSxpe3tqOV2tH7jopu0bqqV4Dr_WKc7OtKaQYGbg0ThGU7LnqEYS-fM/s1600/Teeth+2010+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322889418767266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI_UShruQ_8t8TwjeZ5AQ8p2-WvXldHafS7L0M3S9wcY8rSZsyYZ2246wJwqjv4DX696cR0kKrT91JczlyhDUTYSxpe3tqOV2tH7jopu0bqqV4Dr_WKc7OtKaQYGbg0ThGU7LnqEYS-fM/s320/Teeth+2010+017.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Lil Bro getting in on the action...he can't stand it)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3ejcT9ETmtRYFTSS_M7Xrs85RWSf2MRcPsfWRlaTdl6534Ez85TnAW1oD2rlqWWKkbhwGJqb4rhtSaVkETcug13YGaJyr38U_xdiIUcJ9yqmETjuF9aRJQ-GwgrKpyPlEoq1UWQcuvI/s1600/Teeth+2010+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322556639669938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3ejcT9ETmtRYFTSS_M7Xrs85RWSf2MRcPsfWRlaTdl6534Ez85TnAW1oD2rlqWWKkbhwGJqb4rhtSaVkETcug13YGaJyr38U_xdiIUcJ9yqmETjuF9aRJQ-GwgrKpyPlEoq1UWQcuvI/s320/Teeth+2010+018.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (This is it...it's time...)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOyz7tng4h09IY9DE7QEJYyxHL0rxucowMawyd29HR4QXTvwr0hnXkHXb2rJrsP5XQYL_zoTz2toYQjF8t5Yxkgra1ORwH0AjgnzeKx1BlAFk_fcHfmIRvUJuSZmrJ8EDlru2pqAQajw/s1600/Teeth+2010+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322546293029650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKOyz7tng4h09IY9DE7QEJYyxHL0rxucowMawyd29HR4QXTvwr0hnXkHXb2rJrsP5XQYL_zoTz2toYQjF8t5Yxkgra1ORwH0AjgnzeKx1BlAFk_fcHfmIRvUJuSZmrJ8EDlru2pqAQajw/s320/Teeth+2010+019.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (It's OUT!)<br />(He's an official SNAGGLETOOTH!)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvHHffWPKRP2p3wb3UJGyCivhx4gT9r5IpnZjEToybl_4t5b6um0I6HnHdlJDsCGswSndL0IFDTTKVhc6aX_b8EOAIbothwGlBy8HfdBh-0dMhij4FEDN4pP2myUPgrwptBK35pC7eUA/s1600/Teeth+2010+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322543896532754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvHHffWPKRP2p3wb3UJGyCivhx4gT9r5IpnZjEToybl_4t5b6um0I6HnHdlJDsCGswSndL0IFDTTKVhc6aX_b8EOAIbothwGlBy8HfdBh-0dMhij4FEDN4pP2myUPgrwptBK35pC7eUA/s320/Teeth+2010+020.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (and then he ran to the sink to get the blood out...GROSS!)<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOEHUANFlYpcyJx9ocQbdWNfC9hz8U9G8XMfmwNynMM5DHVqHeFfFyVHDWlRHFxITuaZzKEAV-EXVMGnnBrr5xl-zwrfJyXc62u_FwZ3JfNi6T-HtvYIoAOynf40YpzQY2vPBHhDXGf0/s1600/Teeth+2010+026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322540311600434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJOEHUANFlYpcyJx9ocQbdWNfC9hz8U9G8XMfmwNynMM5DHVqHeFfFyVHDWlRHFxITuaZzKEAV-EXVMGnnBrr5xl-zwrfJyXc62u_FwZ3JfNi6T-HtvYIoAOynf40YpzQY2vPBHhDXGf0/s320/Teeth+2010+026.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#663300;">(I totally missed the 2nd tooth coming out, as Brent put ice on the first tooth and it numbed it so much that he literally just wiggled the second tooth and it came right out...no blood. So this is the picture I got of the second tooth!)<br /></span><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxA5sWx3KwC5wml3EJy9X84PMaq70WD02Kc6hFiB-PtqMglqdvHp6GJDmnjhFy1SR0gQgDCfj_PnPG2J8k3KWPK6PRASDbV2BcvS7sGu3BeaiBKm0vmfkyKGnzFgk8TcqR7MPSr0vDZ_o/s1600/Teeth+2010+029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476322529727464610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxA5sWx3KwC5wml3EJy9X84PMaq70WD02Kc6hFiB-PtqMglqdvHp6GJDmnjhFy1SR0gQgDCfj_PnPG2J8k3KWPK6PRASDbV2BcvS7sGu3BeaiBKm0vmfkyKGnzFgk8TcqR7MPSr0vDZ_o/s320/Teeth+2010+029.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"><span>(Thanks to Brent, apparently, if you lose 2 teeth in one night, the tooth fairy doubles the amount you get. Here's the math: 1 tooth = $2, so 1 tooth + 1 tooth = $4 x 2 (doubled for loosing 2 teeth in one night) = $8 from the tooth fairy - and he got a note:)<br /></span></span><span style="color:#663300;"><span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663300;"><span><br />My baby isn't a baby anymore! His top 2 teeth are loose too...it won't be long now. I guess getting those Dina pictures done back in March was a really good idea!<br /><br /><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have captured all of this on film (and to have had the cash at the right time when I needed it),<br />Chasity<br /></em><br />PS...I never carry cash, but I've been keeping a $5 tucked away for this very night. YAY me for being prepared:)<br /><br /></div></span></span></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828196300551521584.post-46906859549194922272010-05-27T22:00:00.001-05:002010-08-31T12:44:59.206-05:00The End...<span style="color:#663300;">of Peyton's First Grade year as we know it...</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663300;">I can't believe he's done. WOW! They grow up sooooo fast.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6u3mSWv0KRUXQ3ismcHsftvYDY2FrgB2GcrXQm3G1Nj3kAW9wOUhWPr4xngjwm3CfVybfeuhhw5npDwpjMefKnx3dR53pzQA5sHfAkqElG5MUy-zayrYxeJ6soKMVHXh2lnWFVB24oI/s1600/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511629837551451986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6u3mSWv0KRUXQ3ismcHsftvYDY2FrgB2GcrXQm3G1Nj3kAW9wOUhWPr4xngjwm3CfVybfeuhhw5npDwpjMefKnx3dR53pzQA5sHfAkqElG5MUy-zayrYxeJ6soKMVHXh2lnWFVB24oI/s320/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+002.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#663300;">(Peyton and his best friend Cannon)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zIpN92WuEejoEb__X9JSUKPlNt0zmWZ0ocUQuA0I1OfgFFybSgLwaEfHciamINlxX3utUHF7B5Y3RVse1baXqTaUqpaaVWvMaCN6pjPfcjnCfWmGW2RnU6suqyTFMKSTKsxtIGqCH2U/s1600/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511629827916489474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zIpN92WuEejoEb__X9JSUKPlNt0zmWZ0ocUQuA0I1OfgFFybSgLwaEfHciamINlxX3utUHF7B5Y3RVse1baXqTaUqpaaVWvMaCN6pjPfcjnCfWmGW2RnU6suqyTFMKSTKsxtIGqCH2U/s320/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+001.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;"> (Peyton and Mrs. Melin -- our teacher from Florida and fellow FSU Alum)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Pp26W-Mv_1HRlnZazvbWr0dwYxS9v-xopVP21sQ_Vx7EDjC5fSujjmSDzpKelJPSnQ90Ld2TpwZl-pMIBjeRWKC7tkLO3kuZsFS-02HJWL68ljbclcSFSAzrkXoGu4JROkCG5mjJxFY/s1600/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511629822014331778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Pp26W-Mv_1HRlnZazvbWr0dwYxS9v-xopVP21sQ_Vx7EDjC5fSujjmSDzpKelJPSnQ90Ld2TpwZl-pMIBjeRWKC7tkLO3kuZsFS-02HJWL68ljbclcSFSAzrkXoGu4JROkCG5mjJxFY/s320/Last+Day+of+1st+Grade+2010+004.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#663300;">(Peyton and Ms. Cassie -- Whew don't know how they do it).</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span><span style="color:#663300;">AND, he ended the year with all E's. Principal's list every 9 weeks (think Dean's list). Amazing how smart he is!<br /><br />Bring on Summer...we're ready...<br /><br /><em>Beautifully Blessed and Truly Thankful to have such a smart (and cute) kid,<br />Chasity<br /></em><br />PS...I don't remember the last day of school being mass chaos, but apparently, it was. Not sure who ran out of the school faster...the kids or the teachers!<br /></span></span><br /></div><br /></div>Perfectly Phillipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06997969522778391111noreply@blogger.com0