<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:49:09.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelle's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-285747700481966793</id><published>2009-08-30T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:53:19.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Amazing???</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how you can have a conversation with someone about something greatly important and 10 minutes later the conversation is completely forgotten. You'd think I'd be used to it by now but I'm not. How do you get through to someone who does this? I sure wish I knew, it would make life a hell of a lot easier and a whole lot smoother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-285747700481966793?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/285747700481966793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-it-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/285747700481966793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/285747700481966793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/isnt-it-amazing.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Amazing???'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-6795918269901036704</id><published>2009-08-18T15:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:33:14.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, as much as I was worried about doing so, I weighed in for the second time this morning. I've lost 10 more pounds which brings my total to 24 pounds, and a lot more to go... But the exciting part of my morning was the "pants". A few posts earlier I wrote that it would be 15-20 more pounds before I could get my JR 11's on, well I decided to bite the bullet and see just how far I had to go before the buttons would actually meet up and join the button holes. Standing in my room I put the "pants" on, the whole time praying to whoever n whatever that I can actually get them up over my thighs. Well to my complete surprise and shock I got them on, I even was able to button them.  I haven't done that in two years, and I didn't have to lay down to button them, and I could still breathe. lol... It brought me to tears and I cried for like 1/2 an hour. They're still a bit to snug to wear in public since I still have a bit of a "muffin top", but I'm on my way. YAY ME!!! I can start shopping in my "skinny" clothes box. When I gained weight I decided that I wasn't going to get rid of my "skinny" clothes, but store them for later use. So now as I shop in my "skinny" clothes, I can replace items with my "fat" clothes which I WILL NEVER WEAR AGAIN!!! I have made a promise to myself that after this weight is gone I will never be fat again... I'm going to step up my exercise and keep learning to eat healthy meal choices even after I reach my goal weight. I've learned through this that every now and then have a "little" something if you want it, but don't over do it, this way your mind can't tell you that you are depriving yourself... It's amazing how easy a mind can be tricked in your favor... I talked with Holly today and between her, Toby, my other SIL Sharon, and I, we have lost a total of 132 pounds. This is the equivalent to one person, or to my son Jaimee n Holly's son Robbie combined. WOW!!! It's really weird to think of it in that kind of perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-6795918269901036704?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/6795918269901036704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/6795918269901036704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/6795918269901036704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss-part-2.html' title='Weight Loss Part 2'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-8193882676542906596</id><published>2009-08-13T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:41:09.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>Well we've decided to send our son Chris back to Oregon to go to school. Well I had the final decision after discussing it in debth with Jer. It all started when I took Chris to the local high school to register. We got the paperwork and sat down to start filling it out. Chris had a few questions so we were fortunate enough to talk to a school administrator, or so we thought. Chris had quite a few questions about the school and how things worked and what kind of programs they had to offer him for his needs. So Chris started asking the administrator questions but he wouldn't answer Chris, he answered the questions to me as if Chris wasn't even there. This really bothered me not only because Chris was finally taking responsibility in asking these questions, but also for the fact that the when the administrator answered the questions, he talked to my chest not me. Even when I had questions for the administrator, he still only talked to my chest... This was a bit disturbing to me. Since when can boobs talk??? Is this a new add on feature or something? So after spending 45 minutes with this person and watching him talk to my boobs, we found out that they don't offer the programs for Chris that he needs or that we feel comfortable with. They say don't judge a book by its cover, but at the same time first impressions usually account for everything. And as we all know, you never get a second chance to make a first impression. Jer and I both agree it's come down to sink or swim time for Chris. He will now have to take responsibility for his actions and maybe, hopefully, will end up being more independent. Chris in on quarter by quarter probation period with us, which means that he has to keep his grades at no lower than a "C" or he's on the first plane back and he'll have to figure out how to cope without the programs he needs. Jaimee is taking it extremely hard. He's really going to miss his brother, as will Jer and I. This has been the hardest decision I've had to make since the decision to move here to Utah, and it feels like my heart has been pulled out of my chest and squished, I can't breathe when I think about it, and I've cried alot the last 2 days. The family that he is staying with is really great and they love him a lot. He will be staying with his best friend Jordan and Jordan's mom Candy. Chris and Jordan have been best friends since preschool, and Candy loves him like he's her own. Having him live with them is a good decision because he won't get away with much. His life will consist of school, homework, Jordan's football games, and an occasional disc golf game with his totally awesome teacher. He will also be rejoining the bicycle team they have in his step-up program. I'm going to miss him so much, but for right now it's the best for his educational needs and that has to come first before the fact I'm sad. I want him to do the best he can and he's determined to prove Jer wrong about a few things. No matter what the motivation is he's determined to make it work. I have high hopes for my son and I know someday he will make an amazing man. He's already changed so much and has done a lot of growing up which was partly due to the fact he stayed behind to finish last school year while we moved out here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-8193882676542906596?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8193882676542906596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartbroken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8193882676542906596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8193882676542906596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-8807659693824841316</id><published>2009-08-10T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:40:11.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss</title><content type='html'>I went to my SIL's today and used her scale. I still have 1 week to go until my 2nd official weigh in, but it looks like I've lost another 8 pounds. That brings my total to 22 pounds in about 7 weeks... YAY ME!!! I'm so proud of my SIL and my BIL!!! She's lost 16 pounds and he's lost 57!!! Holy #$%! batman... The exciting part is that I can wear my husbands swim trunks again and I haven't been able to do that since year 1 or 2 (can't remember exactly)... But the most exciting part is that I only have 15-20 more pounds to go before I can wear my size &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;junior 11 levi's&lt;/span&gt;!!! oh ya baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-8807659693824841316?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8807659693824841316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8807659693824841316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8807659693824841316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/weight-loss.html' title='Weight Loss'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-8928732516524069660</id><published>2009-07-31T00:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:40:32.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Oregon</title><content type='html'>Well Jaimee n I are back from Oregon. I had a lot of fun with my family n friends. Didn't realize how much I missed Roseburg until I returned to Utah, especially the ocean n the trees!!! My bestie Walter is such a gem, he picked me up from PDX and then took Jaimee and I back the day we had to leave.  From the time my plane touched down in Portland, I was off n running. I actually had to schedule everyone in my appointment book so as to not forget anybody, and unfortunately I didn't get to spend all that much time with them. I didn't expect the week to go quite as fast as it did. My poor 94 year old grams go food poisoning Saturday the 25th and is still trying to recover. I sure hope I get to see her again in December, but she's getting really tired and is slowing down so much. I worry that this visit will have been the last time I ever get to see her before she goes to her "great reward" (as my mother calls it). She hates to have her pic taken so I snuck a few of her, but my phone got hungry and ate them and a bunch of others that were special to me, boy that was a huge bummer. I am so happy to have Jaimee back home with me where he belongs: 4 1/2 weeks was way to long to have him gone. Still working on my weight loss, but it was really hard while I was in the burg. It was so hot that I had a hard time eating all I'm supposed to and getting enough of the warm water I'm supposed to drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-8928732516524069660?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8928732516524069660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-oregon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8928732516524069660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8928732516524069660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-oregon.html' title='Back from Oregon'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-7912783262677396765</id><published>2009-07-23T00:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:53:47.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm leaving for Oregon in 2 days. I am so excited to see my friends n family again. The 4 months I've been away seems like such a long time. I have such a busy schedule while I'm there, so hopefully I'll find time to sleep. lol... I get in to Portland on Friday where my bestie Walter will be waiting to pick me up and take me to my moms house in the burg. Then a bit later it's off to Ten Down to see some old friends from high school. Saturday I'm headed to the ocean with my mom n daughter... WOO HOO!!! Then when I get back from the coast it's off to the second part of the 20 year reunion, I think I'm tagging along with my two BIL's Jason n Shannon, but I'm not sure yet. Sunday it's lunch with the girls, Sarah n Melissa, Maggie, n hopefully Sheila, then I'm staying with Miss Melissa. If Sheila can't make it I gotta squeeze her in somewhere. Monday I'm seeing Amy, the best barista in the world. (this is where I go off my diet to have the most delicious coffee or smoothie I haven't decided which one yet and I can only have one). Then it's off to see my dad, and my son Jaimee, who will be coming back home with me to Utah after almost 5 weeks of not seeing him. Here you probably start to wonder why I don't see him first, well him n I are still joined at the hip and I want him to finish his visiting with everyone, and if I see him first it will never happen. Then I gotta meet up with the other Sarah n Martin so they can have Jaimee for the day. Tuesday I'm going to see my Besties Walter n Gena and then stay at her house. Wednesday I get to see the 2 most fantabulouse hair stylists ever, Gil n Gil jr., Then it's time to grab jaimee n spend more time with my dad and his wife and then my mother, and take Jaimee to say goodbye to his dad, stepmom, n his sister n 2 brothers, and see his bestie Andrew one last time. Walter's picking up early Thursday to take us back up to the airport to fly home. If I could just clone myself about 10 times it would be great. I'm not quite sure how Toby n Holly see everyone in just a week. I'm tired already just thinking about it. It's going to be so hard saying later to everyone again. I like it in Utah, but I sure do miss so many things and people in Oregon. I wish I could stay longer than I am, but then I guess it would make it even harder to leave. Hopefully in December, me n the boys can fly back home to Oregon for winter break. Well that's all for now... Toodles...

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&lt;p align="center"&gt; Whatcha looking for???
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&lt;p align="center"&gt; Hey I found a itty bitty stick!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt; Jasper, drop the leaf!!! 
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&lt;p align="center"&gt; Let's play!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-8248162734664163127?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8248162734664163127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pics-of-jasper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8248162734664163127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8248162734664163127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pics-of-jasper.html' title='New Pics Of Jasper'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Se1PxEr4PHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Fw7Qvfp1pvk/s72-c/IMG_2777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-5844486966529965577</id><published>2009-04-10T22:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:19:00.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in SLC</title><content type='html'>Well Today Jaimee and I went to SLC with Holly n Robbie. Our first stop was Sunflower Market to get my hubby some of his favorite muffins and for Holly and I to pick up a few groceries, then it was off to the biggest library I have ever seen, it is 5 stories tall with glass elevators, and little shops. The children's reading area (where Robbie visits) has these cute little alcoves for the kids to read and play in.  After we got our fill of the library and checked out some reading material, it was off to this wonderful pastry shop called "Les Madeleines Cafe" where they make some of the most deliciously sinful pastries that should really be illegal. The prices are a bit high but oh sooo worth it. After we got our pastries we went to a memorial park and got some good ideas for our family photos later on this summer. At noon you can hear the chiming of the bells from the state capitol building. Jaimee n Robbie had fun playing and Robbie decided to put his feet in the water shoes and all, but Holly always brings extra clothes n shoes for this type of fun. Well, it's fun to Robbie!  Then it was off to the Gateway Mall. It's an outside mall with a fountain in the middle that shoots water out in different places at different times. The boys really like to play in it. We shopped a bit and went and had lunch and then it was off to another mall to do some more shopping, but I don't remember the name of it.  We had a great day! Hanging out with Holly n Robbie is always so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-5844486966529965577?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/5844486966529965577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-slc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/5844486966529965577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/5844486966529965577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-in-slc.html' title='Day in SLC'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-1084619664688031600</id><published>2009-04-07T04:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:55:27.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Sds6ghPHNMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-stxN-SVnPo/s1600-h/jasper+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Sds6ghPHNMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-stxN-SVnPo/s200/jasper+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321911715020354754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We are now the proud owners of a 10 week old mini piebald dachshund that we named Jasper. He is quite the little roly poly character and oh so adorable. Last night when we brought him home Jer decided to put him on our bed on top of our down comforter and you guessed it, he peed. But on the lighter side of life, he peed on Jer's side not mine...hehe. I guess Jer has been initiated now. Simon and Maiko (the cats) aren't quite sure what he is or what to do with him yet, especially when he gets a little burst of energy and wants to play with them. They just kinda stare at him. Maiko is like "should I attack him?" and Simon is like "here we go again, they brought in another brat!". We just wish we could've found Eddie so he could be here with us to enjoy him too.

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Hope you all are well.  Jaimee, Sarah, and I started our trip to Utah Friday. Unfortunately because of an unforeseen medical emergency on my part, we weren't able to leave Roseburg until 1:00pm, about 7 hours late... We were going to spend the night in Sacramento, but because the weather was turning bad we decided to push through to Nevada. We reached Sparks about 4:00am where we got a motel and slept till about 8:00am, that's right only 4 hours and we were back on the road again. Pour Sarah, she ended up driving most of the way since I had to be dosed with pain killers every 4 hours... She is truly great!!!  We made it to Wells, Nevada about 2:30, where Jeremy and Toby came to rescue us as we still had 3 hours to go, and we were both now really sick... It seemed like Nevada would never end... We both have never been so happy to be out of a vehicle! Jaimee did excellent, couldn't ask for better behavior. That's a long time for a fidgety 12 year old to be locked up in a vehicle with nothing to do but stare out the window, not to mention the cats that were in the car behind us being towed. They did exceptionally well also. Both Sarah and I got here to find our computers no longer working. She is fixing hers, and I am using Jers. Parts of the road was so bumpy that it actually about shook us to death... We were really good about checking the car and stuff but when they went to take the car off of the dolley, the dolly was already loose and popped up and hit Toby in the chest, he's ok, but thank god he's so tall or it would've taken his nose off!  Jer started his new job yesterday.. Will post about that later, I gotta get back to unpacking. I will write again when I can... MUAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-4664788085268379413?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/4664788085268379413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/4664788085268379413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/4664788085268379413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-trip.html' title='A Long Trip'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-3734449801573042003</id><published>2009-03-11T22:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:02:18.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Cup</title><content type='html'>I got to spend part of the day with my bestie Gena... We shared smiles and laughter, and even some tears, and of course one last cup. I luv her so much and I will miss her terribly...


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&lt;strong&gt;Keven, Gena, Walter, Sarah, Maggie, Melissa... You are the bestest friends anyone could ask for, and the best things to ever happen to me. You will be in my heart forever and I will miss you soooo much when I am gone!!! You ALL will be my best friends for always. Thank you for always being there to pick me up when I fall, helping me put my pieces back together, and for always having the right thing to say or knowing the right thing to do to cheer me up when I need you the most, and for just listening to me rant, rave, bitch and cry when I need to, and for putting up with me when I do all of those things. I will always be here for you in the same way, even if I'm not with you, I'm only a phone call, text, or email away, ANYTIME day or night...It's completely breaking my heart that I am leaving because I never thought that the day would come that I'd be saying goodbye to all of you!!! But know this, when I come home to visit, we're gonna party our asses off!!! I miss you guys soooo much already!!! MUAH!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-1710587419372126324?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/1710587419372126324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/1710587419372126324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/1710587419372126324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-best-friends.html' title='My Best Friends'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-3152757207421430558</id><published>2009-03-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:56:15.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Well It's official... I'm unemployed. We only have 6 days until we leave for Utah. Still have so much to do.  Jer, Toby, &amp;amp; Holly have been busy repainting the inside of the house. We finally agreed on a main color. Jer's also been changing out the hardware and light fixtures. It was snowing really hard at the new house tonight. Being located at the base of the mountain,  Jer says we get quite alot.  He's supposes to take a couple pics for me if he gets time.  Since I'm so bad at directions he sent me a GPS unit programmed with the directions for me to get home. Hopefully the weather will cooperate for Sarah, Jaimee, &amp;amp; I.  I'm a bit nervous about going over the pass and over Mt. Shasta since I've never really driven  in lots of snow. We are leaving early in the morning on the 13th so we hopefully will be there by 9pm that same night. Sarah and I are going to take turns driving so that weather permitted we can drive straight through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-3152757207421430558?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/3152757207421430558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/3152757207421430558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/3152757207421430558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-2833256262815351471</id><published>2009-03-04T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:27:31.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New House</title><content type='html'>Hi every one. Here is a front view picture of the house we will be living in... I can't wait to see it in person. Jer says it's really great. I've seen the inside through pics but it's not the same as seeing it in person. I only have about 10 days till we will be able to move in... YAY!!!

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Sa7HSvtJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sk0nsMvLay4/s1600-h/our+new+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309400135573794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Sa7HSvtJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sk0nsMvLay4/s400/our+new+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-2833256262815351471?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2833256262815351471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/2833256262815351471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/2833256262815351471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-house.html' title='Our New House'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/Sa7HSvtJcKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sk0nsMvLay4/s72-c/our+new+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-2024452964960805526</id><published>2009-02-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:59:37.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a poem that my mother,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pricilla Crosthwaite, wrote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i571.photobucket.com/albums/ss153/mychelle_briggs/buttaflies.gif" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*********************************
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our road has been rough and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sometimes far to long.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To many nights without&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the nightengale's song.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We chastice ourselves for all&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;that we have done.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget the past, let those&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;memories be won.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children of spirit, we did not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;head the ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In our minds we have wasted so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many of our days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a lesson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all have to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put away the past, nothing is lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no need to yearn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look ahead now to the life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we have chose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet peaceful nights,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the scent of the rose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is our champion, to heal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the turmoil of our hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look ahead to the gift of life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and our brand new start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*********************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-2024452964960805526?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/2024452964960805526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/2024452964960805526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/2024452964960805526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-8793544232636566295</id><published>2009-02-24T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:49:07.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My Wish...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you want to go, And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window, If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But more than anything, more than anything, My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget, All the ones who love you, in the place you left, I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, And you help somebody every chance you get, Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake, And you always give more than you take.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything, My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By: Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-8793544232636566295?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/8793544232636566295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8793544232636566295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/8793544232636566295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-wish.html' title='My Wish'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304846803025427077.post-505538654327914592</id><published>2009-02-22T17:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:23:48.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting n Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Well it was a busy weekend for me..  I have so much stuff to go through since we combined 2 households, not to mention all the stuff we've aquired the last 2 years. In the beginning we had doubles of almost everything but have since gotten rid a of alot, but apparently not enought...lol.  With Jeremy already in Utah I have free reign over what I can pack and what I can get rid of. I guess if he doesn't know it's here, then he won't miss it.. haha.  I'm sitting here looking around at everything and I thinking I'm gonna need like 100 boxes, seriously, I'm not joking.. Unfortunately it will be just me doing the sorting and the packing cuz trying to get my boys to help would be like me pulling my own teeth blindfolded with no novacaine. It's going to be a war just getting them to get their stuff ready to go.  After I finally get everything in the house packed, on to the garage I go. I even have to take shelves apart so we can take them with us. But of course I'll have to borrow some tools from someone since I'm pretty sure Jer took all of his with him so the boys would keep there hands off of them. (more so Jaimee than Chris).  It's probably going to take me 3 or 4 weeks just to pack. The stuff Jeremy already took with him hardly even made a dent. UGGG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304846803025427077-505538654327914592?l=chellebeans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/feeds/505538654327914592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorting-n-packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/505538654327914592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304846803025427077/posts/default/505538654327914592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chellebeans.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorting-n-packing.html' title='Sorting n Packing'/><author><name>~Michelle~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13426499021592463847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7nrJtShrwGg/SdpnmiYHcoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GXUDBAT7vjw/S220/michelle+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
