<?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-203584963075946166</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:03:02.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamestown Holler</title><subtitle type='html'>Established 1998</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4681242153421829522</id><published>2010-02-23T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:59:56.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief!  It's Been Way Too Long!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes.....I know it's been forever since I've posted anything on here.  I've realized I spend way more time on the computer these days doing little more than keeping up with all my friends and before I know it, the time slips by.  I feel like I'm not spending my time as wisely as I should, so I've let my blog go.  Plus, it's been crazy busy around our place and I just haven't felt like blogging.  But here's a bit of a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  November - Most of my activities this month, of course, involved preparing for Thanksgiving.  Every other year, Marks' parents come to our house to spend the holiday on our turf.  This year, we not only had his parents, but his sister and her husband and 2 kids and Wesley and Wendy and the 2 g-babies.  Wes and his family were here for the entire week, so planning activities and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;buying and cooking food for the that many people for a week&lt;/span&gt; took up a great deal of time.  We truly had a feast, but I was way too stressed out over it all.  I learned a valuable lesson, though:  it's just a meal....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;delegate&lt;/span&gt;....and enjoy time with the family while they're with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* December - Of course, means Christmas!  I did most of the shopping in November, so that we could send Wes/Wendy and g-babies gifts home with them rather than ship them.  Whew!!  After all the stressing I did over the Thanksgiving meal, Mark informs me he wants to invite the missionaries, our bishop and his wife and daughter and another family in our ward over for Christmas Day dinner and basically repeat the whole Thanksgiving meal!  This time, as I said, I'd learned a few things and prepared the meat, while I let the other guests bring the sides and desserts.  Much nicer and less hectic!  * Perry changed betallions, which caused him to not to get to take Christmas leave.  Bummer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* January - Early in the first month of the new year, I'm on the treadmill at the gym.....done a mile and a half, when I get a call from my mom.  She tells me my sister's fience' had been killed the night before in a car wreck.  WOW!!  I was not expecting that!  I grab my things, stop for gas on the way home, throw some things in a suitcase and take off for Texas to be with my sweet sissy.  My hubby and bubba girl were so supportive and helpful and allowed me time with my sister and for that, I am so very thankful.  Five days later, I returned to Kentucky, was here for 2 days and received word my grandmother, last of all my grandparents, had passed away at age 93.  So, we all jumped in the truck and headed back to Texas.  That trip is 13.5 hours one way.  Thank heavens I had my sweeties with me this time....sure makes the trip nicer.  Needless to say, I was worn out for a while.  I have no idea where the rest of the month went.  It just got lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* February - On Feb. 2, we got a new family member.  His name is Cooper and he is a 4 month old (now), 5.4 lb. Maltese puppy and he is absolutely adorable!  He has been so much fun to have around and really perked things up in our home.  He's playful at times, but LOVES to cuddle and relax on the couch.  I was sick this past weekend and he was right beside me continually.  Nothing like the unconditional love of a precious puppy dog.  * Mark has been traveling a bit this month and still has more to do.  * Perry is coming in this weekend for a weeks' visit....the one he didn't get to take in December....or January.  Yeah!!  * Alysa received awards for making the Honor Roll for the first 9 weeks.  She is so smart and we love her so much.  She is reading Eclipse, the 3rd book in the Twilight series so that she can see the movie when it comes out in June.  We've already registered her for softball and she is still taking guitar lessons.  BUSY!!!       * Wes and Wendy are looking into trying to get into a house....much needed!  I can't wait and I'm so excited for them!  More room for them means more room for me when I go to visit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4681242153421829522?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4681242153421829522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4681242153421829522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4681242153421829522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4681242153421829522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-grief-its-been-way-too-long.html' title='Good Grief!  It&apos;s Been Way Too Long!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8006133119021689316</id><published>2009-10-04T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:31:54.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in quite a while.  But to be honest, I just haven't been in the mood to blog.  I know that sounds snooty and I don't mean it that way.  I just have lacked the energy and the desire to sit at the computer for any length of time, upload pictures, type explanations, etc.  I still don't feel up to it now, but I had to upload pictures for other purposes.  So I figured I might as well go ahead and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom came back from her mission in California.  Rather than go to Texas and then back to Kentucky to visit, she flew to Kentucky first and I took her home a couple of weeks later.  These are some pics of SOME of the fun things we did while she was here.                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first full day she was here, Alysa sweet talked her into the kitchen where they made a batch of yummy home made chocolate pudding (one of my moms' specialties).  It was very tasty, but has proved to be "death by chocolate" for me as I seem to have developed an addiction to it - especially with the cooler weather.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNLfLhbzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HCx9cSth-QQ/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNLfLhbzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HCx9cSth-QQ/s200/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388852920125058866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new Chik-fil-a had a game day where if you wear your favorite team shirt, you get a free chicken sandwich.  Needless to say, we all dressed accordingly and had lunch on the house.  Chik-fil-a is one of my moms' favorite places to dine, so of course we had to make this a memorable experience.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNL2cboYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KpiOMeVMbU8/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNL2cboYI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KpiOMeVMbU8/s200/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388852926369997186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNK-ixKzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7vDb7Umvn0U/s1600-h/DSC00426.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNK-ixKzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7vDb7Umvn0U/s200/DSC00426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388852911364188978" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The first weekend mom was here turned out to be gorgeous.  So we made a trip to the Louisville Zoo.  We had a lot of fun...walked a LOT!  I got lots of great pics but this one of Mark and Alysa is my favorite.  Mark thinks he might be related to this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took mom back to Texas on a Thursday and the next day was Grandparents Day at the school where my g-baby, Skylar, attends.  Her Mi-Mi and myself were treated to a fun time at the park, a Subway lunch and a special cake just for the grandparents.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSXFfYS5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/BJKxsSRUjLs/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSXFfYS5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/BJKxsSRUjLs/s200/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858616945593234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is a cute pic I snapped of my precious g-babies when we were getting my mom settled back in to her old room (she's living temporarily with a friend - her apartment will be ready at the end of the month).     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSYyWDJBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/du4C5YmLSXg/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSYyWDJBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/du4C5YmLSXg/s200/DSC00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858646165922834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are just too cute for words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The following Saturday, my niece, Randi, had a baby shower.  She is expecting a little girl she will name Jacey (not sure if I spelled that right) in November.   Bless her heart....doesn't she look miserable? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSX55FWpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LXgRnxWVxqk/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSX55FWpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LXgRnxWVxqk/s200/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858631012047506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The following day we all attended church with my mom.  It was so nice being together at church and getting to see so many people I haven't seen in so long.  Afterwards, we met up with more family and had lunch at a favorite local mexican restaurant.  This is a cute pic of my sister and her new beau.  Aren't they cute?  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSYbFhhbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SpirvqVMWS4/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskSYbFhhbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SpirvqVMWS4/s200/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858639922595250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Here are some more shots, around the table........&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWG9bFroI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MTj_coYydgw/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWG9bFroI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MTj_coYydgw/s200/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388862737948716674" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNLfLhbzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HCx9cSth-QQ/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWHfJk0bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9b1qJ-s3wPs/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWHfJk0bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/9b1qJ-s3wPs/s200/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388862747002065330" border="0" /&gt;      &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWIClz98I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CEU1vH1LM_E/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWIClz98I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CEU1vH1LM_E/s200/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388862756515739586" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskWIClz98I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CEU1vH1LM_E/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a great week and I loved visiting with my family, kids and g-babies.  But I was awfully glad to get that long drive over with and be back home with Mark and Alysa.  It took me almost another week to get over the trip and back to my old self.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8006133119021689316?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8006133119021689316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8006133119021689316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8006133119021689316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8006133119021689316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/10/playin-catch-up.html' title='Playin&apos; Catch-Up'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SskNLfLhbzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/HCx9cSth-QQ/s72-c/DSC00435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8156466039464598383</id><published>2009-08-30T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:57:27.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8MKzDwVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rARjb9AdUvs/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8MKzDwVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rARjb9AdUvs/s200/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375886391207248210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first week of August, we took our annual "James Family Vacation".  This year we went to Lake Gaston, NC, where one of my brothers-in-law had a family lake house we used.  We rented the house next door as well in order to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; all the people coming and going throughout the week.  The week was fantastic because we all just relaxed on the dock, swam at leisure, took out the pontoon boat and skied, knee boarded, tubed and jumped off and swam and visited.  Perry was able to join us part of the time from Camp Lejeune, which was a wonderful addition to the trip.  He brought his guitar and he and Alysa entertained us with music.  It was a nice, relaxing vacation....just what the Dr. ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr3DAg2ayI/AAAAAAAAAko/gZZquTTkVrs/s1600-h/Cypershots-Aug.+09+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr3DAg2ayI/AAAAAAAAAko/gZZquTTkVrs/s200/Cypershots-Aug.+09+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880736269560610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr2a8nePbI/AAAAAAAAAkg/q1kQQzxQiZg/s1600-h/Cypershots-Aug.+09+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr2a8nePbI/AAAAAAAAAkg/q1kQQzxQiZg/s200/Cypershots-Aug.+09+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880048028827058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The week following vacation, we went to a Lexington Legends (minor league baseball) ball game.  Marks' church made a trip and had a pavilion reserved and a meal of hot dogs and burgers catered.  The weather was beautiful and although our guys didn't win, we had a good time.  I love the ballpark atmosphere....must have picked that up when the boys were young.  They had a huge statue of a Cliedsdale horse (which was probably true to size) and Alysa decided to have her picture made on it.  Marks' pastor also took a turn for a photo opp, but was gruffly "asked" to dismount at once.  That was probably a bit embarrassing, considering he is the leader of the flock and he's the one acting up.  Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr2aUgDo5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/7_Pf8RzPuYg/s1600-h/Cypershots-Aug.+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr2aUgDo5I/AAAAAAAAAkY/7_Pf8RzPuYg/s200/Cypershots-Aug.+09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375880037260305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of Alysa's first day of 4TH GRADE!!!!  (All caps for gasping effect.)  She has taken a growth spurt this summer, growing out of all her jeans.  Where she got those long legs from is beyond me.  She absolutely LOVES her teachers - in 4th grade they have a different teacher for each subject.  That makes her feel so mature and  reminds me junior high is just around the corner.  When she got off the bus I asked her how her first day was and she exclaimed "Awesome!".  I wasn't expecting that reaction, really, but was SO glad to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8Lv4XO3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-KKPmRJ2Vlk/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8Lv4XO3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-KKPmRJ2Vlk/s200/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375886383981738866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, Sat. Aug. 29, we attended a Civil War reenactment at Battlefield Park here in Richmond, where The Battle of Richmond actually took place.  All the actors were dressed in period attire and there were cannons and guns firing and sword fights, making it all feel so real.  There were period tents set up all over with the clothing and accessories for sale, kettle corn, tin typing photos  and a multitude of other things to experience.  We really enjoyed it (well, Mark and I did) and it made me feel so much more part of the community to get to know a little history about where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8LGFAAgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GKXzhFvGic4/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8LGFAAgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GKXzhFvGic4/s200/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375886372760453634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, Aug. 30, is my 45th birthday.  This past Thursday a few of my girlfriends took me out to dinner to celebrate.  We had a great time, eating, talking and relaxing at the Olive Garden.  I have great girlfriends!  Mark and Alysa also took me to dinner yesterday at the Outback (one of my favorite places ever) and then gave me gifts today.  I had "hinted" for some dumbbells for when I work out at home and they also gave me a gift card to one of my favorite stores to shop for clothes, Maurices.  I also received phone calls from my grand babies, boys, daughter-in-law, mom and friends.  I love my family and friends SO much and truly feel blessed to have them all in my life.  It's been a terrific week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8156466039464598383?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8156466039464598383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8156466039464598383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8156466039464598383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8156466039464598383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/08/current-events.html' title='Current Events'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Spr8MKzDwVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/rARjb9AdUvs/s72-c/DSC00368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5204058563133194967</id><published>2009-07-29T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:04:45.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was so excited by this news, I just had to shout it!!  OUR ELECTRIC BILL WENT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BY $60 FOR THE MONTH OF &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  Are you serious?  Who ever heard of that?  I'm all tingly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5204058563133194967?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5204058563133194967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5204058563133194967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5204058563133194967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5204058563133194967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-way.html' title='NO WAY!!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8497789756109240144</id><published>2009-07-29T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:04:01.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the past couple of weeks...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDYyt3N4UI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Hf8dv4pWebk/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDYyt3N4UI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Hf8dv4pWebk/s200/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025522014511426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Alysa pulled another tooth, after much fretting.  She didn't want another hole.  I think she's adorable either way, of course.  She's growing up so fast!  I can't believe she'll be in 4th grade when school starts, which is only 2 weeks away!!  Her teen years are right around the corner.....I think we've already started seeing previews of what those days might be like.  But she's still such a sweetie.........I do hope it lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDaCe5axHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5cI55ZMXuDo/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDaCe5axHI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5cI55ZMXuDo/s200/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026892386747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* We took a hike!!  We spent a Saturday hiking up a trail in a nearby town called Berea .  This is from the west lookout.  It was a beautiful view, but the hike itself wasnt' all that great.  I've done better anyway.  But we did have fun and spent the day doing something other than hanging around the house.  After the hike, we had some very tasty pizza at a local spot called Popalino's then later went on an awesome bike ride around the neighborhood.  Whew!!  We were pretty tired after all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDbVsvpENI/AAAAAAAAAkI/4m0FKqP26QM/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDbVsvpENI/AAAAAAAAAkI/4m0FKqP26QM/s200/DSC00253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364028322032980178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Said goodbye to one of our favorite missionaries, Elder Crump (on the left).  He's going north to finish out the last 4 months of his mission.  But he and his parents will be back for a visit in December.  Good luck, Elder Crump!  We will miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDcbPJE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SmmYmROMojA/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDcbPJE4ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SmmYmROMojA/s200/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364029516677439890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Went to Clean Water U in Mississippi and made some new friends.  These are my classmates in the 102 program.....the one where we learn to "teach the teachers" who will then teach the rest of the community all about using clean water and washing your hands.  You might think those are things that would be a given in the world today.  But, sadly, there are thousands of children dying everyday from the lack of clean water to drink and disintary (spelled incorrectly, I know).  Our plan is to take a mission trip to the Yucutan next summer, where Mark will teach them to install and maintain a water filtration system and I will teach the educational information.  Pray for these people and those just like them in other under developed countries.  It is beyond amazing the poverty and sickness that has become a part of everyday life for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDXsa5_oqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/npFsbNn6Oag/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDXsa5_oqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/npFsbNn6Oag/s200/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364024314335044258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* We celebrated Marks' 46th birthday.  He is posing here with his look alike pinata that Alysa and her friend, Savanna made.  It took them 3 days (about 8 hours) to complete.  Quite a resemblance, don't you think?  It also has a bald spot in the back!!  That's where they loaded it with candy....hahahaha!  Happy Birthday, Babe.....I love ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8497789756109240144?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8497789756109240144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8497789756109240144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8497789756109240144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8497789756109240144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-past-couple-of-weeks.html' title='In the past couple of weeks...........'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SnDYyt3N4UI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Hf8dv4pWebk/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5445770599422093761</id><published>2009-07-17T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:53:09.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mark.....and all his Buds (Aaron)</title><content type='html'>This is a cute little video of the fawn and her mama that I told you about before.  Mark caught them in the back yard one morning before he went to work and ended up going in late just so he could watch them and take pictures.  He thought this might thrill some of his hunting buddies.  I thought it was sweet.                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11dd5436c93504" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0011dd5436c93504%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330360514%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF217FA081994F9734C5740CB3AD54AF12F51E8.5A22C23B81F1C74E746B89C63B8DFBF75E65B6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11dd5436c93504%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdyysIziJHkFptZwl9dlwYi-hA20&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0011dd5436c93504%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330360514%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CF217FA081994F9734C5740CB3AD54AF12F51E8.5A22C23B81F1C74E746B89C63B8DFBF75E65B6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11dd5436c93504%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdyysIziJHkFptZwl9dlwYi-hA20&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5445770599422093761?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=11dd5436c93504&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5445770599422093761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5445770599422093761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5445770599422093761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5445770599422093761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-markand-all-his-buds-aaron.html' title='For Mark.....and all his Buds (Aaron)'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4852352204279056292</id><published>2009-07-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:36:18.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Goings On</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks have been relatively quiet, but busy.  I did purchase a new camera....a Sony Cybershot, which I got a great deal on.  I'm still trying to figure out all the things it will do.  I am hardly a photographer and don't know what a lot of terms mean AND I'm use to using my trusty, simple Kodak camera.  But, I figure I'll catch on in time.  The first picture I took was of this fawn and her mother.  It was so fun watching the mother coax her baby over the fence, running back and forth across the back yard as if to show her baby what to do and how to do it.                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9DZu0mhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qLeZ54bPbSA/s1600-h/Cypershots+003.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9DZu0mhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qLeZ54bPbSA/s200/Cypershots+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356184091739068946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    Summertime view from our back deck....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9DlcxxuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nOWYkEoyKiY/s1600-h/Cypershots+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9DlcxxuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/nOWYkEoyKiY/s200/Cypershots+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356184094884611810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the 4th of July with our friends, the Jasinskis.  We grilled shrimp and veggie kabobs and we also had fruit kabobs and home made ice cream...yummmmm!  Afterwards, we played a few rounds of Hand and Foot, then watched the firework show, right from their driveway!!  No fighting the crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysa spent the night with one of her friends from school.  They put a tent up in the back yard and the dad dug and built a fire pit, where they roasted marshmellows and they made smores.  The next day, this same"wonder dad", BUILT this fantastic slip and slide which stretched over half way across their back yard.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9D1xXe1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/bAwp7xWLOBs/s1600-h/Cypershots+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9D1xXe1I/AAAAAAAAAjg/bAwp7xWLOBs/s200/Cypershots+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356184099265936210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   You can tell by the tent in the background just how long that thing was!  He even created water sprayers out of PVC pipe and used a little Wesson oil for a little added slip!  They had a mini pool on the side of the house, along with a trampoline they also hosed down with water and then jumped on.  Can you imagine the fun they had?  When I picked her up the next afternoon, she was worn out but said she had the BEST time ever.  Well, I guess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday, we took Alysa to summer camp.  Now, I never went to camp when I was young, but the kids in Marks family did.  This particular camp is called MADD (music, art, dance and drama), which is right up her alley.  The campers make up a skit or play, coreograph the dance, write the words to the songs and then put it all on for the parents on Friday.  It is NOT a day camp.....they are there ALL WEEK.....with NO communication with their families (except the 1 way emails we send them daily)......NO hugs or kisses at bedtime....NO "I love you's" throughout the day......(can you tell I'm stressing?).  I teared up the minute I closed the truck door, where she couldn't see me.  Alysa was really excited about it until it got close to time for Mark and I to leave....then she was a little uneasy, which made me a LOT uneasy.  But we've not heard anything from her, so I guess she's doing OK.  All I know is I can't WAIT for Friday!!  I may not let her go anywhere or do anything without me for a long, long time.  Here she is with Mark, just before we left....... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9EI03YaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AjsfBkcLk6M/s1600-h/Cypershots+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9EI03YaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AjsfBkcLk6M/s200/Cypershots+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356184104380883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4852352204279056292?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4852352204279056292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4852352204279056292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4852352204279056292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4852352204279056292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-goings-on.html' title='Random Goings On'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SlT9DZu0mhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qLeZ54bPbSA/s72-c/Cypershots+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7008186903169671888</id><published>2009-06-28T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:25:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SkgXprmf_hI/AAAAAAAAAig/7IDb4Ht-Xjc/s1600-h/100_2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SkgXprmf_hI/AAAAAAAAAig/7IDb4Ht-Xjc/s200/100_2701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352554161976114706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SkgXqGiyNmI/AAAAAAAAAio/2zKeZhQOrTo/s1600-h/100_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SkgXqGiyNmI/AAAAAAAAAio/2zKeZhQOrTo/s200/100_2705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352554169208288866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Mark, Alysa and I headed off for Reliance, TN for some outdoor fun.  We met 2 other couples at a campground there and did a rafting trip down the Hiwassee River.  Although we had a cabin rented (and I use the term "cabin" loosely)  Alysa really wanted to stay in the tent.  So she and Mark pitched the tent and we spent our 2 nights in sleeping bags, which I truly did not mind....especially after seeing the illusive "cabin" - complete with live mice.  OK, to be fair, there was only 1 mouse that we actually saw.  But I'm a firm believer that where there's one, there's at least another.....of ANYTHING.  The worst part of sleeping outdoors was waking up in the middle of the night because I had to make a trip to the toilie.  I didn't want to tromp up the stairs, open the noisy door and trek through the "cabin" and wake up the couple sleeping inside (the other couple opted for the tent too).  So the only other choice was.....you guessed it.  This happened both nights we were there, only the 2nd night, I had to go twice!!  This caused me great distress, worrying about how to remedy this problem.  So, needless to say, I had some pretty restless nights.  But the rafting trip was great.  Alysa had a terrific time....although it wasn't quite exciting enough for her - she wanted more of the "rapids"....maybe next trip.  After leaving the Hiwassee on Sunday, we drove to Bald Water Falls, where we saw this beautiful waterfall.  We got out and climbed around on the rocks and waded in the water.  It was a very pleasant weekend getaway.  Only thing that would have made it perfect would have been to have the rest of our family there (Wes, Wendy and the kiddos and Perry).  Still, lots of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7008186903169671888?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7008186903169671888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7008186903169671888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7008186903169671888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7008186903169671888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-getaway.html' title='Weekend Getaway'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SkgXprmf_hI/AAAAAAAAAig/7IDb4Ht-Xjc/s72-c/100_2701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1544069932318359124</id><published>2009-06-21T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:01:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With the Old....and In With the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj64O76yxaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xEbWImJ1WA0/s1600-h/100_2696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj64O76yxaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xEbWImJ1WA0/s200/100_2696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349915974104696226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, here it is.....the long-awaited new car.  Our original plans were to get to Kentucky, get settled and then start car-hunting.  Since we decided to build, getting settled took longer than expected, thus delaying the new car purchase.  But, alas, it finally happened.  After selling my Mazda 626 and getting into the Toyota Highlander, I thought I'd never drive a car again.  But this baby is so powerful, it is a total BLAST to drive!  I can't wait to get in it every day.  Plus, it's loaded with all the amenities and has plenty of room.  We cleaned up the Highlander and put it out in front of Marks' office......2 days later, it was SOLD and gone.  When things happen like that, I'm convinced the Lord is handling it and I am SOOOOO grateful.  I haven't decided on a name for my new baby yet, but I'm taking suggestions.....  :'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1544069932318359124?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1544069932318359124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1544069932318359124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1544069932318359124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1544069932318359124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-with-oldand-in-with-new.html' title='Out With the Old....and In With the New'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj64O76yxaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xEbWImJ1WA0/s72-c/100_2696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1138589385355504910</id><published>2009-06-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:58:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In OUR plot of the Holler......</title><content type='html'>...........we've seen 8 deer, 1 fawn, 3 wild turkeys, numerous rabbits and birds, 2 rat snakes and a coyote.  Nothing typical around here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1138589385355504910?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1138589385355504910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1138589385355504910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1138589385355504910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1138589385355504910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-our-plot-of-holler.html' title='In OUR plot of the Holler......'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8529758318703470191</id><published>2009-06-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:55:23.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Backs</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I've entered a post.  That's because, if you remember, I haven't been able to get my camera to transfer pics to my computer.  By some miraculous event, I unplugged the dock from my computer and plugged it back it and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VOILA!!&lt;/span&gt;, problem solved!!  So, I will flash back to fill you in on what's been going on around here........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5pAaUnSDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ckGlYD78-qE/s1600-h/100_2623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5pAaUnSDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ckGlYD78-qE/s200/100_2623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349828863149426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Easter...Alysa Loves finding Easter Eggs and she loves coloring them too!&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5pyGOyxQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KW-RzoRC868/s1600-h/100_2635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5pyGOyxQI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KW-RzoRC868/s200/100_2635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349829716749763842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visit from Mark's parents.  Remember, this is where we went to a local opry house.  They loved that.  The next day we mowed the grass for the first time and the house smelled like wild onions for days (they grow in our yard, which use to be a beautiful pasture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5r39RS8oI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OtfjSqhzBgI/s1600-h/100_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5r39RS8oI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OtfjSqhzBgI/s200/100_2636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349832016446812802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Mothers Day.....these are the beautiful roses Alysa and Mark got me.  They also cooked me a fabulous steak on the grill....Mark grills the most awesome steaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5wXTWj7mI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mA8uCovY4N0/s1600-h/100_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5wXTWj7mI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mA8uCovY4N0/s200/100_2672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349836952996933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mark and I celebrated out 11th wedding anniversary on May 21.  We went to dinner at a Japanese steak house and then saw a movie.  But the best gift (besides the 11 years of wedded bliss) is MY NEW CAR!!!  Sorry, I don't have a picture yet.  I promise to get it posted soon!  I got a 2009 VW Jetta TDI.....fully loaded, sun roof, leather seats (the front seats heat up for those chilly Kentucky days), satellite radio and Ipod accessible and LOTS of other bells and whistles.  He is so good to me and even spoils me whether he means to or not.  Ain't he a doll?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5stIXeQGI/AAAAAAAAAho/2joDoAnLvmI/s1600-h/100_2641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5stIXeQGI/AAAAAAAAAho/2joDoAnLvmI/s200/100_2641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349832929958576226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Alysa started playing softball this year for the first time ever.  She's doing great and is really loving it.  She thinks she wants to pitch, or maybe even catch.  Right now, she plays 2nd base and right field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5tfd0S0oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bsjjv0Wk5i8/s1600-h/100_2643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5tfd0S0oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/bsjjv0Wk5i8/s200/100_2643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349833794710065794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Me and several girlfriends from church did a quilted barn tour.  There are barns all over Kentucky that have these quilted blocks on them...all different.  We had a beautiful day to just drive around our area and look at as many as possible.  I think my group got 16 in all.  Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5uJp0sBqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YB4Aot_NhCE/s1600-h/100_2670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5uJp0sBqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YB4Aot_NhCE/s200/100_2670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349834519487448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Alysa's final awards ceremony and the end of 3rd grade.  She made all A Honor Roll all year long, got Good Citizenship Award all year and got Perfect Attendance on some grading periods.  We are so proud of her and are amazed our little girl is going to 4th Grade!!!  WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5u-HYiMOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jPMRf9_O0kc/s1600-h/100_2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5u-HYiMOI/AAAAAAAAAiA/jPMRf9_O0kc/s200/100_2671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349835420775624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The Friday after school was out, we took Alysa to Cincinnati, OH to see Taylor Swift and Keith Urban.  Before the concert, we went to a local pizzaria (the girls and I while at Time Out for Women also visited this place....yummy!) and then walked across the Purple People Bridge, which crosses the Ohio River, to get to the coliseum.  It was great!  Right outside the coliseum, we were viewing all the tour busses and I asked a guy standing there how you get to the entrance.  He gave us directions, as best he knew.  Come to find out a little later on, he was Taylor Swifts' bass player!!  Alysa recognized him when he walked on stage! I didn't care for Taylor at all, but Keith was out of this world, as always!!  We had a great time together though.  I love family memories like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5y5BQ6ItI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0afkVAmlXAU/s1600-h/101_2317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5y5BQ6ItI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0afkVAmlXAU/s200/101_2317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349839731280192210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We also were paid a visit from our dear friends, the Anderson Family.  They were vacationing in Indiana and called to ask if they could come by and spend a few days with us on their way home.  Of course, we were thrilled to have them!  We had originally planned to take the kids to the water park, but the bad weather changed our plans.  We ended up taking the kids to an open gym to play off some of their energy, then to lunch, then home for a brief rest, then to the movies!  We had a great visit and are so happy they hadn't forgotten us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8529758318703470191?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8529758318703470191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8529758318703470191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8529758318703470191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8529758318703470191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/06/flash-backs.html' title='Flash Backs'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sj5pAaUnSDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ckGlYD78-qE/s72-c/100_2623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8775817039826406860</id><published>2009-05-18T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:33:58.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOFW....or Time Out for Women</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, me and 3 girlfriends took off for Cincinnati where we attended a wonderful womens conference called "Time Out for Women".  Of course, there were plenty of other gals we knew there as well and I know some of my Louisiana gal pals went to the conference in their area.  It was such a beautiful experience...so spiritual...we laughed SO hard one minute and then we'd be sniffin' the next.  The time out with the girls was great....we stayed up late chatting, tried some delicious foods at some fun local restaurants and enjoyed hanging out together.  But I do have to say, I was sure ready to get home and hug my family.  I feel so blessed to have a wonderful hubby who supports me in doing things like this and covers all the bases while I'm away.  And a precious daughter who misses me while I'm gone, but tries to look after her daddy (ie.  she made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for his lunch with NO help).  If I can get my photo issues worked out, I will post a pic of a group of us at the conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8775817039826406860?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8775817039826406860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8775817039826406860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8775817039826406860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8775817039826406860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/05/tofwor-time-out-for-women.html' title='TOFW....or Time Out for Women'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7384963915765521786</id><published>2009-05-11T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:10:24.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>This is how my Mothers Day weekend went.....Saturday morning Mark and Alysa went "mommy" shopping.  They came back with a dozen beautiful pink/peach colored roses, which I promptly put in a vase and water.  Alysa found the perfect place for them on the table in front of the kitchen windows .  Later that afternoon, she went to a local arts fair with a friend while Mark and I did housework, researched cars and did yard work.  It looks beautiful!  Sunday morning, I woke up to sunshine streaming in through my window.  I was promptly handed 2 beautiful cards - one from Mark and one from Alysa.  Alysa's card had a recording of her telling me she loved me and that I was the bestest, greatest mommy in the world, followed by a kiss.  We all went to church and then returned home to find I'd received calls from Perry and Wes (which I returned) and to have a deliciously grilled steak, very tasty salad and rolls, which we ate on the back deck where we enjoyed the sounds of the birds and the stream peacefully flowing.  We later went on a bike ride through the neighborhood (I love riding my bike!), visited with neighbors and then came home so Alysa and Mark could wash my car.  We capped off the day by hanging out at our friends, the Jasinskis, and playing an exciting game of Hand and Foot.  It was one of the most enjoyable and relaxing days I've spent in a long time.  I love my family so much and I am so grateful to have 2 grown boys who don't forget me, who still call me mommy and seem to appreciate my role as a parent more now than they did when they were younger.  And I'm grateful, too, to have Alysa around to miss me while she's at school, to give me tons of hugs and kisses and to be my best gal.  Plus, I have the best husband - so thoughtful, sincere and humorous!  I'm so wonderfully blessed and so grateful for a Father in Heaven who has provided all these blessings, and the atoning sacrifice of my Savior and the gifts his life and death has afforded us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7384963915765521786?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7384963915765521786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7384963915765521786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7384963915765521786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7384963915765521786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-happy-mothers-day.html' title='What a Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6666316482324140523</id><published>2009-05-06T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:44:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I just take a minute to vent please?  I have new pictures on my camera I want to upload onto my computer.  Problem is, when it gets time to transfer FROM the camer TO the computer, the entire Kodak program shuts down and WILL NOT transfer the pics!!  I am so aggrivated!  I've tried over and over and even rebooted my computer several times.  I'm not enough of a computer geek to be able to figure out the problem.  I'm hoping it's my camera because it's an older model and I want Marks!!  His is new and has a great zooming lens.  Anyway, that's why I haven't made any new posts lately...I can't upload pics to go with them.  If anyone has helpful ideas, I'm all ears!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6666316482324140523?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6666316482324140523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6666316482324140523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6666316482324140523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6666316482324140523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustrated.html' title='FRUSTRATED!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8487772449193906048</id><published>2009-04-22T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:45:23.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Gone.....</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time since my last post. Honestly, I had to look back at the most recent pictures to remember what we've been up to around here. Here are some of the highlights. First, was the trip to Texas Alysa and I took to visit Wes, Wendy and the grand babies...and other family too. Of course, we had to make all the usual stops at our favorite restaurants......Pizza King (pizza and salad with the most awesome house dressing), Jalapeno Tree (mexican with warm, freshly made tortillas and melted butter.....my mouth is watering even now) and Swanners for the best burgers EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-5gCTn7YI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9V7ljSZ9iGQ/s1600-h/100_2556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-5gCTn7YI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9V7ljSZ9iGQ/s200/100_2556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327680844228717954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wes, Wendy, Skylar and Briley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-5f9JTAzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/C5yqXunRGJ4/s1600-h/100_2586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-5f9JTAzI/AAAAAAAAAhA/C5yqXunRGJ4/s200/100_2586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327680842843226930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skylar at her Chuck-E-Cheese  4th birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yeg2wxJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lgztFNlHg0E/s1600-h/100_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yeg2wxJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lgztFNlHg0E/s200/100_2598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327673121488028818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Briley (8 months) enjoying his first spaghetti dinner...toddler, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yealIH9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/WUWmGib3r84/s1600-h/100_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yealIH9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/WUWmGib3r84/s200/100_2558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327673119803449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister, with her 2 oldest girls, Raney and Randi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yeL9zmmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Q14a_Byl_54/s1600-h/100_2553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-yeL9zmmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Q14a_Byl_54/s200/100_2553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327673115880430178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 4 generation photo with my dad at the top of the mountain, my sister and I just beneath him, 4 of our 6 children and the 2 grand babies.  Awesome!  We were at a nearby park having a picnic and flying kites...and blowing bubbles!  Great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-ydnpjoOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Rj7uXBF6yhs/s1600-h/100_2550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-ydnpjoOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Rj7uXBF6yhs/s200/100_2550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327673106131820770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wes and Briley....like father, like son.....too sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-ydhLC9fI/AAAAAAAAAgY/K8X1pra7-cU/s1600-h/100_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-ydhLC9fI/AAAAAAAAAgY/K8X1pra7-cU/s200/100_2546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327673104393238002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Before we went to Texas, Alysa "cheered" at a special basketball game that her class played against another 3rd grade class.  Not to sound mean, but we SMEARED 'EM!!  This is a pic of Alysa and her bestest bud, Andrea.  More to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8487772449193906048?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8487772449193906048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8487772449193906048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8487772449193906048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8487772449193906048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-gone.html' title='Been Gone.....'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Se-5gCTn7YI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9V7ljSZ9iGQ/s72-c/100_2556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-333504458568133094</id><published>2009-03-16T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:32:10.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Man in my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sb5UwKJf3DI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pLKORMQ6dlE/s1600-h/100_2530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sb5UwKJf3DI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pLKORMQ6dlE/s200/100_2530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313777796678409266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a game.....see if you can guess what's missing in this picture.  It probably isn't too hard to spot.  Sunday morning I got up and left for church and everything was perfectly normal.  After sacrament meeting and Sunday school, I left and went to meet Mark and Alysa at his church.  When I walked in, he looked totally different.  We were in public, so I didn't know how to react.....I was in total shock.  Apparently Alysa didn't like the change at all.  When he walked into the kitchen, where she was eating breakfast, she took one look at him and ran up stairs crying.  She wouldn't look at him or have anything to do with him for a good while.  She's relaxed now but still doesn't like it.  I'm still getting use to it too.  This is the first time he's been without a mustache in over 20 years so neither of us has ever seen him without it.  I've been trying to get him to shave it off for years, so I could see what he looked like without it.  But he said he'd do it when I least expected it.  Apparently, a few weeks or so ago I told him he would NEVER do it and he considered that a challenge.  And because Mark doesn't like to be challenged, he followed through.  Reverse psychology?  I'll never tell.  I thought this absolutely warranted a blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-333504458568133094?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/333504458568133094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=333504458568133094&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/333504458568133094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/333504458568133094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='New Man in my Life'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sb5UwKJf3DI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/pLKORMQ6dlE/s72-c/100_2530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3688635082338229020</id><published>2009-03-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:02:19.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Love This Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbwO1D-L_6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1cE-jrddclk/s1600-h/100_2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbwO1D-L_6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1cE-jrddclk/s200/100_2520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313137965152337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wonderful things I could say about my adorable husband.....but I'll spare you all the mush.  I'll wait until his 46th birthday and make a list of 46 things I love about him.....or maybe not.  I just had to post a recent picture of the two of us.  I'll just say he's a good 'un.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3688635082338229020?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3688635082338229020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3688635082338229020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3688635082338229020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3688635082338229020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-love-this-man.html' title='I Just Love This Man'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbwO1D-L_6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/1cE-jrddclk/s72-c/100_2520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1204119505771118488</id><published>2009-03-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:36:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Have a Drum Roll Please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg5ky-zsXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N3uMyUC-10g/s1600-h/100_2505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg5ky-zsXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N3uMyUC-10g/s200/100_2505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312059064806781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here they are.........for all of you  who have been waiting for pictures of the inside of the house.  Some of them aren't as clear as I would have liked;  but you can get the general idea.  If you want a closer look, COME VISIT!!!  Welcome....&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6ErcjPxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/L09gphvQ2HE/s1600-h/100_2472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6ErcjPxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/L09gphvQ2HE/s200/100_2472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312059612539862802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just inside the front door.....formal dining to the left...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6xnhVYfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wH6lHnX_PlQ/s1600-h/100_2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6xnhVYfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wH6lHnX_PlQ/s200/100_2445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312060384580297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  and staircase to the right...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6x-HzwLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7Q7GQ5ZbZO4/s1600-h/100_2473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg6x-HzwLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7Q7GQ5ZbZO4/s200/100_2473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312060390647251122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Straight ahead is the "great room".....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg8eOCxeCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gcn8qrOQ0Ac/s1600-h/100_2498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg8eOCxeCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gcn8qrOQ0Ac/s200/100_2498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312062250346969122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg8eQVAN-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CEiXO2RGBrE/s1600-h/100_2496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg8eQVAN-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/CEiXO2RGBrE/s200/100_2496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312062250960304098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  To the right of the great room is the master bedroom...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9PpJO9sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0QdCdqoSyiY/s1600-h/100_2461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9PpJO9sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/0QdCdqoSyiY/s200/100_2461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063099435415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9QPsoeEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0gXmzxtK-Ws/s1600-h/100_2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9QPsoeEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0gXmzxtK-Ws/s200/100_2462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063109784434754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  and master bath...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-O9vxGI/AAAAAAAAAco/42YjdisWRIY/s1600-h/100_2464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-O9vxGI/AAAAAAAAAco/42YjdisWRIY/s200/100_2464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063899861763170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-efZ0XI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dgfHgoslHnw/s1600-h/100_2468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-efZ0XI/AAAAAAAAAcw/dgfHgoslHnw/s200/100_2468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063904029462898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-vRlUdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SLJj39jyFug/s1600-h/100_2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg9-vRlUdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/SLJj39jyFug/s200/100_2469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312063908534899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Toilet area is on the opposite wall from the tub and the closet is to the back of the tub, centering the wall, going the full width of the bathroom....To the left of the great room is a hallway leading to the utility room, full bath and bedroom/office...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_UciVXDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Yk6w7_VlxMk/s1600-h/100_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_UciVXDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Yk6w7_VlxMk/s200/100_2453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065380973632562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_U1giupI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kKjjbRs6vwk/s1600-h/100_2454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_U1giupI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kKjjbRs6vwk/s200/100_2454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065387677006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_V-RJefI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/z2Z5US-ye_E/s1600-h/100_2455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_V-RJefI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/z2Z5US-ye_E/s200/100_2455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065407208225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_WAGXuOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/d9ZarXZGWOE/s1600-h/100_2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_WAGXuOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/d9ZarXZGWOE/s200/100_2456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065407699892450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_WcPKihI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PlgrdFOA3u4/s1600-h/100_2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_WcPKihI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PlgrdFOA3u4/s200/100_2457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065415252970002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_1ve8m1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HvZXz8IzKw8/s1600-h/100_2458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg_1ve8m1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/HvZXz8IzKw8/s200/100_2458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312065952995384146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The eat-in-kitchen is also just to the right as you start down the hallway...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA-g652rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/to0oBgc2a5w/s1600-h/100_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA-g652rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/to0oBgc2a5w/s200/100_2502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312067203216562866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA-7vFb6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oEavbjFdJG0/s1600-h/100_2447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA-7vFb6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/oEavbjFdJG0/s200/100_2447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312067210414747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA_KaHRDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u0AWhLobCSA/s1600-h/100_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA_KaHRDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/u0AWhLobCSA/s200/100_2501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312067214353318962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA_nOIVGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0egzSOdGG8s/s1600-h/100_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhA_nOIVGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/0egzSOdGG8s/s200/100_2500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312067222087685218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It also opens into the great room.  Up stairs overlooks the great room...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHbEDGzWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OaZkTx6hnIk/s1600-h/100_2474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHbEDGzWI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OaZkTx6hnIk/s200/100_2474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074290752310626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHa-_FItI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TnlYW2Du-2k/s1600-h/100_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHa-_FItI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TnlYW2Du-2k/s200/100_2504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074289393246930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a "Jack-n-Jill" bath (2 separate sink areas and 1 combined tub/toilet area)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHbsuLFoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uu2B-VMwDqE/s1600-h/100_2485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHbsuLFoI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uu2B-VMwDqE/s200/100_2485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074301670364802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHb59oxII/AAAAAAAAAeo/YS_tLRqgoLg/s1600-h/100_2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHb59oxII/AAAAAAAAAeo/YS_tLRqgoLg/s200/100_2484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074305224885378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHcJL3OAI/AAAAAAAAAew/zonXX5TDF08/s1600-h/100_2482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhHcJL3OAI/AAAAAAAAAew/zonXX5TDF08/s200/100_2482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312074309311084546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which opens up to Alysa's room...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8NEDc8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/rGxIxi6GsbI/s1600-h/100_2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8NEDc8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/rGxIxi6GsbI/s200/100_2488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312075959619515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8KCTNeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/y42oWb48voQ/s1600-h/100_2487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8KCTNeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/y42oWb48voQ/s200/100_2487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312075958806853090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a "bonus" room where we have the big TV, Wii, exercise equipment and oversized sofa (I know it's awful looking but I love it and can't bare to part with it)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8Zka8YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bxFwFYHqNfs/s1600-h/100_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8Zka8YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bxFwFYHqNfs/s200/100_2490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312075962976498050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8mdT9aI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cuXfyFdkxNk/s1600-h/100_2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI8mdT9aI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cuXfyFdkxNk/s200/100_2491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312075966436341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside the doorway is the hall, which leads to a guest bedroom (which I won't show because it's not decorated yet.  But it has a king sized bed and chest of drawers, just waiting for company)...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI88jfTtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/J522Pg3a75A/s1600-h/100_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SbhI88jfTtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/J522Pg3a75A/s200/100_2489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312075972367830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  That's the tour, minus a few areas of interest that just don't have an effect in pictures.  We feel so blessed to have such a beautiful place to live that we feel is "us".  It's very relaxed and comfortable and we welcome friends and family to come enjoy it with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1204119505771118488?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1204119505771118488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1204119505771118488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1204119505771118488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1204119505771118488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-have-drum-roll-please.html' title='Can I Have a Drum Roll Please?'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/Sbg5ky-zsXI/AAAAAAAAAbo/N3uMyUC-10g/s72-c/100_2505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-525419950679949354</id><published>2009-03-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:59:23.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Email Addresses</title><content type='html'>One more post to let you know what our new email addresses are.  Please use them to send us YOUR email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         stacydjames@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;                          mrjmrj63@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-525419950679949354?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/525419950679949354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=525419950679949354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/525419950679949354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/525419950679949354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-email-addresses.html' title='New Email Addresses'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6240361792809180534</id><published>2009-03-10T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:39:07.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Happy Day!!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe after 3 grueling months without internet, I am finally typing a post from my very own home!!!  Now don't get crazy on me....I promise to post some inside pics of the house really soon.  First things, first.  Before we got internet through TimeWarner, AT&amp;amp;T cut us off and won't let me back in to my account, thus I've lost ALL my email addresses!  There ought to be some kind of law against that.....maybe there is.  If any of you are computer geeks and know how that information can be retrieved, I'd be mighty grateful if you'd pass that info along.  Otherwise, I'd appreciate all my friends and family sending me your email address to stacydjames@yahoo.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I picked this new background for my blog because it's a reminder that spring is on its way AND because it's called "happy day" and this surely is a happy day.  More to come............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6240361792809180534?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6240361792809180534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6240361792809180534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6240361792809180534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6240361792809180534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-happy-day.html' title='O Happy Day!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-491956781891753471</id><published>2009-02-23T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:37:45.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reporting In</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost all month since my last post. Let me see if I can find news to report.....(pictures will have to come later)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  I have been checking out all my fellow bloggers' blogs and found that a good many of you are having beautiful, warm weather while we are still getting snow.  One day last week I was caught in a hail storm, under a tornado watch and sever thunderstorm warnings, with the skies dark for 5 minutes and sunny for 5.....  The next day, snow.  Alysa has had a blast sledding, but even she has had her feel for this year.  We're looking forward to moving on to warm, sunshiny days and starting softball (her first year).&lt;br /&gt;2.)  I came down with a nasty sinus infection and Mark was out of town all week long last week, which meant to adult to talk to and no sympathy hugs.  Poor Alysa.  She was so good and took great care of me.  I tried to be as upbeat and energetic as I could.  But she was great about snuggling with me and "fetching" things that I needed.  After taking her to school each morning, I would come back home and go back to bed.  I have to say I rather enjoyed that part.  I also read "The Hunger Games" in 2-3 days. &lt;br /&gt;3.)  Alysa participated in a dance camp at the high school and then performed last Friday night at a girls basketball game.  It was so cute and fun to watch.  They danced to "Too Cool for You" from Camp Rock.&lt;br /&gt;4.)  Mark finally put enough miles on his old white Ford that they gave him a brand spanking new, sparkling clean GMC club cab, fully loaded truck.  He has XM Radio and was thrilled to find a Greatful Dead station....(yuck).  He took me out in it on Valentines.  I could have been riding in a lemo for all I knew.  I do love the smell of "new car".&lt;br /&gt;5.)  We finally got all our furniture delivered!  Well, we are waiting on a TV cabinet to come in from Ashley Furniture.  Other than that, we're good! &lt;br /&gt;6.)  Believe it or not, we got home phone service last week.  One battle won.  But the more important WAR is getting internet.  I waited the necessary time for AT&amp;amp;T to tell me if they could provide us with DSL or not, only to be disappointed when they said no.  I've tried DirecTV satellite internet, but it's $199 to get started and then a monthly rate (between $50 and $80) and a 2 year agreement.  Don't think so.  So now I'm back to Time Warner, who told me back in December that we COULD get it but it would take about 1.5 months.  We could have internet by now if I'd have said go ahead.  But I trusted AT&amp;amp;T to pull through for me.  So sad.  TW is checking in on it for me and will let me know later today what their verdict is. If that fails, it's dial up or nothing.  Life can be so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;7.)  Alysa got her ears pierced...finally!  She's been begging us for years to let her (the original rule was "when you're 10"), we finally relented and told her she could do it when she was 9.  Birthday time came and she'd talked herself out of it after watching someone else go through it and seeing the "surprised" expression on her face.  She woke up a week ago and was contemplating it again.  By noon, she had talked herself out of it... again.  But Mark and I figured we should put a halt to this waxing and wanning and told her to just go get her shoes and coat....we're going and you will be thanking us when it's finally done.  She was nervous about being "forced" - hahahaha - but she never even flinched and she DID thank us for gently encouraging her to follow through.  She's so proud.....all day long it was "my ears are pierced....let's turn off the radio and talk....about my ears being pierced....aren't my ears beautiful?".  So cute.&lt;br /&gt;8.)  Mark and I have started dating every week.  This has been a long time coming.  We are going to have to get creative, though, because while it is totally worth it and doing us so much good to get out alone, it can also get quite expensive.  We've figured date night into the budget, but my practical side keeps thinking about all the other places that $ could be going instead.  The up side is that we've found a wonderful babysitter just down the street.  She knows we go out every week and we caught her before she's old enough to date or have too busy a social calendar. She and Alysa act like sisters together and it's great to watch them interact.  For Valentines Day, Mark took me to a "Myster Dinner Theater".  I've always wanted to do one but never have until now.  It was so much fun....very funny.  But, the food was slow in coming and not enough to fill everyone at our table of 6 and not really as tasty as we'd have liked.  But the overall experience was great and we'd definately do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-491956781891753471?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/491956781891753471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=491956781891753471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/491956781891753471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/491956781891753471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/02/reporting-in.html' title='Reporting In'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1432726970692369855</id><published>2009-02-04T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:37:17.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holler Back!!</title><content type='html'>OK, here I am.....not completely back all the way yet because we STILL do NOT have internet on our little piece of land here in the holler. We barely got moved in before Christmas (and I do mean barely), survived the holidays (eyes glazed over), worked feverishly to get settled in, and then was hit with the worst ice storm in Kentuckys' history! WOW!! We were very blessed, though, because we never lost power, water or heat. Not all of our friends were that lucky. We have learned how to maneuver in the snow and ice rather well. Not much is going to keep me at home for more than a couple of days at a time. Anyway, as soon as we get internet (we're visiting the library now to stay up on things) I PROMISE I will get pictures of the house. We're still waiting on some furniture pieces but we're mostly all set up (barring home phone and internet). I love keeping up with all my buds, though, so you guys keep posting so I won't loose touch with what's going on with everyone out there. Love to you all!  Oh, and "holler back"!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1432726970692369855?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1432726970692369855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1432726970692369855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1432726970692369855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1432726970692369855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2009/02/holler-back.html' title='Holler Back!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3385234192741877140</id><published>2008-12-03T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:09:02.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoedown in the Holler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A70037" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WCWnKhF6YdpiTiBq&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=WCWnKhF6YdpiTiBq&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=WCWnKhF6YdpiTiBq&amp;amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was just way too funny to pass up!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the laugh!!   Thanks Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyODMzNDE4NTgwMSZwdD*xMjI4MzM*MjgxNjc2JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY4Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz**YzliMzAwNDViOWE*M2JhYTdjZDRkNGQxYTE2OThkOQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3385234192741877140?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3385234192741877140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3385234192741877140&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3385234192741877140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3385234192741877140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-hoedown.html' title='Hoedown in the Holler'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2326718961883930149</id><published>2008-12-03T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:51:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaajunx8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/F9dpdMfrEyQ/s1600-h/100_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaajunx8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/F9dpdMfrEyQ/s200/100_2324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573952112095986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we traveled back to Virginia for Thanksgiving......fried turkey and all the trimmings.  All of Marks' side of the family was there, only a few young un's missing.  We had a wonderful time visiting, laughing and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaqr2wAaAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YgBCMA_b6wU/s1600-h/100_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaqr2wAaAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YgBCMA_b6wU/s200/100_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275591683919079426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaWBzLDfNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EKvPmdiPoSE/s1600-h/100_2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaWBzLDfNI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EKvPmdiPoSE/s200/100_2338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275568971171724498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday, some of us went to the movie (Twilight) and on Saturday, Mark, his mom, Alysa and myself went to see this incrediblel old, wooden bridge built in the 1800's....called "Humpback Bridge".  I'm told it's exceptionally beautiful in the winter when it's covered in snow, in the spring when everything's really green and bloomed out and in the fall when the leaves are colorful and bright.  The town Mark grew up in is a tee tiny old mining town up in the Apalachian Mountains.  Of course, the whole state is rich with history and I love seeing bits of the past, like this bridge, and trying to imagine what life was life back then.  Just pondering it makes me realize even more how blessed we are today.  I truly do not know how our ancestors survived in such primative circumstances.  It's very humbling.  Thanks to my family for such an enjoyable holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2326718961883930149?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2326718961883930149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2326718961883930149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2326718961883930149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2326718961883930149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-virginia.html' title='Thanksgiving in Virginia'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/STaajunx8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/F9dpdMfrEyQ/s72-c/100_2324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1668281321912458683</id><published>2008-11-26T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:40:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Hokies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2zaJqWn2I/AAAAAAAAAak/rFP1aRKf020/s1600-h/100_2316.jpg"&gt;                                    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2zaJqWn2I/AAAAAAAAAak/rFP1aRKf020/s200/100_2316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068000572252002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2zaUeDyMI/AAAAAAAAAas/ISQyXspcdDE/s1600-h/100_2322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2zaUeDyMI/AAAAAAAAAas/ISQyXspcdDE/s200/100_2322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068003473475778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was Alysa's birthday and we celebrated by making a trip to Virginia for a VT vs. Duke game.  We met with Marks sister, Lois, and her family, brother Doug, Chris, and brother Alan and his girls - one of which, Kara, is in the VT band.  In all honesty, I loved the time we were all able to spend together - mostly talking around Lois dining room table the next morning where it was warm- but it was so incredibly cold at the game, I really couldn't enjoy it much.  In fact, I started checking the clock before the game even started to see how much time we would have to suffer.  We took a bathroom break at half time and Mark and I got separated, which really didn't bother me at all because the bathrooms were warm and by the time we got back to our seats, the 3rd quarter was almost over.  Yeah!!  I love being closer to Marks family and spending time with them.  But tailgating in a cow pasture while the wind is whipping the low 20 degree temperatures around and everyone huddles for as long as they can stand it and then disassemble to various automobiles is not my idea of quality time.  The up side is that in the end the Hokies won, 14-3.... Yeah, Hokies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2xVPZvbRI/AAAAAAAAAac/i1qm48zTQX4/s1600-h/100_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2xVPZvbRI/AAAAAAAAAac/i1qm48zTQX4/s200/100_2321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273065717190585618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1668281321912458683?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1668281321912458683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1668281321912458683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1668281321912458683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1668281321912458683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-hokies.html' title='Go Hokies!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SS2zaJqWn2I/AAAAAAAAAak/rFP1aRKf020/s72-c/100_2316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1620144198020169965</id><published>2008-11-20T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:40:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks I have been running, running, running.  I know my life these days are typical days for a lot of you.  But I come dragging in every evening totally exhausted!  I will be so happy when the house is finished and we arefinally moved in.....for a number of reasons.  First of all, because, well, we'll be living in our new home.  We've been so excited watching the progress from the dirt pad to what it is today.  And after renting for these past 8 months, it will be nice to see our money going towards owning.  And I'm ready to get all the boxes unpacked and everything put in its place.  I will say I think I've done rather well living with no decorative items, nothing on the walls, just the necessities, while all  my "stuff" is still sitting in boxes right where we dropped them the day we moved in.  Yikes!  Those of you who know me, know this would normally make me go absolutely mad.  And, I will be glad for life to slow down a bit and get back into a routine, where I clean on certain days, cook real meals and have a little more structure to my time.  Right now I'm spending most of my time in my car, which I now call  my "mobile office".  I have run more errands, organized birthday parties, conducted "house" business, made dentist appointments, handled my church callings, checked in on friends and family, and on and on and on.  I don't know what I would do without my Palm Treo - which I LOVE.  We don't even have a home phone anymore because it just wasn't being used.  In case you're interested, our target move-in date is December 15th.  Yes, right in the middle of the Christmas holiday hustle and bustle, we will be packing, loading, moving, unpacking and putting away everything we own (except a number of items I fully expect to "get lost" or just plain do away with because I don't want to deal with it anymore), working around Alysa's school and activity schedule, Christmas shopping and mailing, holiday decorating...just a little, and possibly working part time for Mark (I know what you're thinking).  After all of this, though, I have to say I am SO thankful for my life, hectic as it may be, my family, my friends, my surroundings, my health, the opportunity to build a home we never dreamed we'd ever own, and many more blessings I thank the Lord for every day.  Life is a joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1620144198020169965?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1620144198020169965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1620144198020169965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1620144198020169965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1620144198020169965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Going On'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7148512841293824501</id><published>2008-11-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:51:05.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now it is 40 degrees and rainy.  The temperature is supposed to continue to drop and they are saying we should expect snow flurries later today.  Nothing to accumulate - just flurries.  Still!  How exciting!!  Alysa has never seen snow before.  It did snow when we were up here looking at houses last January.  But her eye was infected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scratched cornea) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and she couldn't open either of them at all , so she totally missed it - and it was beautiful!  I am already looking forward to making some hot chocolate and settling in for a good movie later.  I will be sure to get pictures for all my friends and family that are living in the "warmer" states that rarely / never get to experience snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7148512841293824501?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7148512841293824501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7148512841293824501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7148512841293824501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7148512841293824501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='Snow?!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6961855839990305359</id><published>2008-11-15T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:43:48.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 More Things I LOVE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soft skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Warm, cozy sweaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Candles - the light they give off, but their scent mostly - Hazlenut.....yummmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ibuprofen (taken only when needed, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleeping, all wrapped up in a soft blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chocolate cake - homemade is the only way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabric softener - I walk around sniffing clean clothes and towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thick, creamy lotion - Vanilla Bean Noel is one of my favs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Palm Treo - it has made life so much simpler, especially since my memory isn't what it use to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Making other people smile / happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6961855839990305359?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6961855839990305359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6961855839990305359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6961855839990305359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6961855839990305359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-more-things-i-love.html' title='10 More Things I LOVE........'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-584111120082686328</id><published>2008-11-09T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:51:19.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alysa's Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRehVy6TW7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1fLJouclifw/s1600-h/100_2286.jpg"&gt;                                                                                                                              &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRehVy6TW7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1fLJouclifw/s200/100_2286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266855685048720306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This past week, Alysa's school had an awards ceremony for the end of this 9 weeks.  We were invited to attend, as Alysa received 2 awards....all A Honor Roll and Good Citizen.  She absolutely loves her new school and her teachers and is really doing great!  Her school ranked 5th in the entire state of Kentucky.  We're just thrilled she is where she is and is enjoying it so much.  Thanks to all those responsible for making her experiences so wonderful and memorable.  We couldn't be more proud of her and her accomplishments.  Keep up the good work, sweetie!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-584111120082686328?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/584111120082686328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=584111120082686328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/584111120082686328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/584111120082686328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/alysas-awards.html' title='Alysa&apos;s Awards'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRehVy6TW7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/1fLJouclifw/s72-c/100_2286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1301803757915778831</id><published>2008-11-09T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:46:08.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefvrZcNUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6T111ulZ8ZY/s1600-h/100_2287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefvrZcNUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6T111ulZ8ZY/s200/100_2287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853930685183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefv_nu89I/AAAAAAAAAZc/J8dz9n32wqg/s1600-h/100_2288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefv_nu89I/AAAAAAAAAZc/J8dz9n32wqg/s200/100_2288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853936113841106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These past 2 weeks have probably been some of the most exciting ones in building our new home, mostly because there seems to be SO much going on every day.  At any given time, we can drive up to the house and see heat and ac installers, electricians, concrete layers, painters...........the list goes on and on.  Just this past week alone.....the concrete driveway was poured, slabs for the ac and gas units and drive and walk for the back yard crawl space, the pea gravel sidewalk in front and the front porch, set the ac/heating units, ran the septic lines and system, grated the yard in preparation for seeding and landscaping, primed the inside walls, installed the garage and crawl space doors, installed the lighting inside and out, installed a good part of the trim outdoors (it rained all day Friday and halted a lot of scheduled work), built the base for the back deck, bricked the decking posts........that's about all I can remember.  But that is a LOT!!!  I'm sorry....I didn't take inside pics, as I said I would.  I planned on doing that today, but the high was only 44 degrees and we didn't spend much time out there.  I will try to do that this week sometime.  Here's what we have of the outside.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefwNp9XCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/14s-YPU6Ocs/s1600-h/100_2289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefwNp9XCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/14s-YPU6Ocs/s200/100_2289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853939881270306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefwoaKRQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4L13vKMn8SM/s1600-h/100_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefwoaKRQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/4L13vKMn8SM/s200/100_2290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266853947062764802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1301803757915778831?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1301803757915778831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1301803757915778831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1301803757915778831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1301803757915778831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-week-12.html' title='House - Week #12'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SRefvrZcNUI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6T111ulZ8ZY/s72-c/100_2287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4098645936448715809</id><published>2008-11-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:30:47.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today I was "officially" given a new calling at church (sustained last week).....I taught my last lesson in Relief Society and am NOW the Compassionate Service Leader.  This is exciting for me, as I have never had this calling before.  It is a wonderful opportunity for me to get to know and love all the sisters in my new ward.  Plus, it's an answer to prayer for me to be able to serve more and better and to grow spiritually.  I feel this calling will really help me do all of that and get closer to my Heavenly Father, which is the greatest feeling ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4098645936448715809?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4098645936448715809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4098645936448715809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4098645936448715809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4098645936448715809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-calling.html' title='New Calling'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6441594080005618412</id><published>2008-11-03T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:47:58.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Weeks #10 &amp; 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a2SFGHWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBep-AgP9Ck/s1600-h/100_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a2SFGHWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBep-AgP9Ck/s200/100_2212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596746776223074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a17aMHUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AEqsXb2Ob1Y/s1600-h/100_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a17aMHUI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AEqsXb2Ob1Y/s200/100_2213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596740690681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a1d4hHYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uW1sRNxMVXY/s1600-h/100_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a1d4hHYI/AAAAAAAAAWA/uW1sRNxMVXY/s200/100_2214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596732764822914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since we were gone to NC to welcome Perry home, I did not get week 10 posted.  So I'm playing catch up now with both weeks.  Sorry.  When we returned from our trip, we were astonished to see all that had been done while we were gone.  To recap:  the brick was completely finished, the roof was finished (except over the front porch, where the rock layers were working - but it was completed today), the rock was hand cut and laid, being completed, the entire house was dry walled and was sanded today, lighting was picked out and ordered, and appliances were ordered.  There's just as much going on for this week, but I'll save it to go with the new pics, which will probably include the inside.  Sorry about all the pics to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a1IX-2yI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vC8l2yo_E8E/s1600-h/100_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a1IX-2yI/AAAAAAAAAV4/vC8l2yo_E8E/s200/100_2268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596726991215394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-azgFkREI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_Ut4BmX2Ao4/s1600-h/100_2269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-azgFkREI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_Ut4BmX2Ao4/s200/100_2269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264596698996687938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZzsWrIAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9tJ375B4mpk/s1600-h/100_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZzsWrIAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9tJ375B4mpk/s200/100_2271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595602778038274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZzO7CGmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9Q9fs422LU/s1600-h/100_2272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZzO7CGmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j9Q9fs422LU/s200/100_2272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595594877475426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-Zy0Sa_WI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aLac81ob4gE/s1600-h/100_2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-Zy0Sa_WI/AAAAAAAAAVY/aLac81ob4gE/s200/100_2273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595587727818082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-Zyp5W59I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5wZvriMF1Rk/s1600-h/100_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-Zyp5W59I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5wZvriMF1Rk/s200/100_2274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595584938338258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZyaHTIII/AAAAAAAAAVI/LpMgdPHQee8/s1600-h/100_2275.jpg"&gt;                                                   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-ZyaHTIII/AAAAAAAAAVI/LpMgdPHQee8/s200/100_2275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264595580701843586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6441594080005618412?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6441594080005618412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6441594080005618412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6441594080005618412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6441594080005618412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-weeks-10-11.html' title='House - Weeks #10 &amp; 11'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-a2SFGHWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tBep-AgP9Ck/s72-c/100_2212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-316176888148609284</id><published>2008-11-03T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:29:15.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XCuZw73I/AAAAAAAAAUw/w0zRO4PlQQY/s1600-h/100_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XCuZw73I/AAAAAAAAAUw/w0zRO4PlQQY/s320/100_2262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264592562491027314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XC3CXWUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n5bJh7wrSUc/s1600-h/100_2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XC3CXWUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n5bJh7wrSUc/s320/100_2266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264592564808800578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I'm late getting these Halloween pics up.  Sorry!  Friday, Alysa went to school wearing Halloween "dress", but not her costume.  She promptly called me asking me to bring her costume to school, since she'd JUST learned she could have worn it.  I did take it to her and was so glad I did because when I got there, the ENTIRE school was in an assembly where all the teachers and faculty were dressed up and doing various skits.  It was a reall "scream" (pardon the punn).  She quickly changed into her costume and went back to the fun.  Later that night, we took pizzas to our friends, the Jacob family, and rode on a hayride around our soon-to-be new neighborhood.  We had a great time and look forward to many more trick-or-treat nights out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XDA4c05I/AAAAAAAAAVA/aMcO15jiAxs/s1600-h/100_2264.jpg"&gt;                                      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XDA4c05I/AAAAAAAAAVA/aMcO15jiAxs/s320/100_2264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264592567451571090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-316176888148609284?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/316176888148609284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=316176888148609284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/316176888148609284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/316176888148609284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQ-XCuZw73I/AAAAAAAAAUw/w0zRO4PlQQY/s72-c/100_2262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4617559074434221571</id><published>2008-11-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:28:09.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wes-Wee (Wesley)!!!  and Sissy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlfSZCqVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/70d7nfUN18g/s1600-h/100_2025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlfSZCqVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/70d7nfUN18g/s200/100_2025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263693652676487506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlf08f_ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ja88dGOtrBE/s1600-h/100_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlf08f_ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ja88dGOtrBE/s200/100_2023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263693661952015762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlgOj0aTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x8Qw9pj31NU/s1600-h/100_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlgOj0aTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x8Qw9pj31NU/s200/100_1993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263693668827818290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow (Nov. 2) is my Wesleys 25th birthday!!!  I can't believe he's already 1/4 of a century old!!  Oh my, what does that make me??  I can remember the day he was born as if it were yesterday.  He woke me up @ 4 am, twisting and turning best he could, trying to get out.  But he didn't actually make it until 5:22 that afternoon.  It was a long day...but SO worth it.  Wes has brought us years full of laughter and smiles and wonderful memories.  It has been such a joy to watch him grow up and acquire a family of his own.  And what a beautiful family they are.....we love them all so much.  Seeing him interact with his own children is amazing.  We visited them this summer (waiting on Briley to show up) and were so touched to see the love in their home.......just what a parent wants for their children.  Happy Birthday, Wes!!!  WE LOVE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also happens to be my sisters birthday, Jeri Ann.  She's 2 years younger than I am and quite the clown.  She's so much fun to be with....I really miss her.  She has always delighted in the fact that Wesley was born on her birthday.....she got to get out of school to come to the hospital!  She's always called him "her baby", being that they share the same birthday.  Here's to you, Sissy!!  We love you bunches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxleYuLnzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZvKCXy8iONw/s1600-h/100_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxleYuLnzI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZvKCXy8iONw/s200/100_1893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263693637195898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxle6w6RzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n36MmI1km_M/s1600-h/100_1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxle6w6RzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/n36MmI1km_M/s200/100_1895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263693646334150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4617559074434221571?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4617559074434221571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4617559074434221571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4617559074434221571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4617559074434221571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthdya-wes-wee-wesley-and-sissy.html' title='Happy Birthday Wes-Wee (Wesley)!!!  and Sissy!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxlfSZCqVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/70d7nfUN18g/s72-c/100_2025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6330208554730317794</id><published>2008-11-01T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:59:32.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perry's Home!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxXBka8BRI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZUTMjhq_kgY/s1600-h/100_2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxXBka8BRI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZUTMjhq_kgY/s320/100_2225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263677748957414674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;         After 7 long months in Iraq, Perry is finally back on US soil.  I can't tell you how happy we were to see him.  Mark, Alysa and I drove to North Carolina to see him in, along with Marks' sister, Lois, her husband, Mike, and their two teens, Nate and Margaret, AND one of our neices, Megan.  Perrys dad and little brother, Jay and Tex, were there too.  The weather was beautiful that day....good thing too because we were expecting him in at 10:00 am and he didn't actually make it in until around 3:30 pm.  But we just enjoyed the day, watching all the other Marines seeing their families again, some of them meeting their babies for the first time.  It was a very touching and humbling experience.  It really made us think about and appreciate what these men (and women) are sacrificing to serve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxdcpR9AUI/AAAAAAAAATg/2hK_3qQk_lc/s1600-h/100_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxdcpR9AUI/AAAAAAAAATg/2hK_3qQk_lc/s320/100_2242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684811188142402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxfo2fOegI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CXKY7UtKFRU/s1600-h/100_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxfo2fOegI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CXKY7UtKFRU/s320/100_2240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263687219915160066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxddImdaZI/AAAAAAAAATo/hvd7gaHYxV8/s1600-h/100_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxddImdaZI/AAAAAAAAATo/hvd7gaHYxV8/s320/100_2238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684819595651474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxddZpdnqI/AAAAAAAAATw/CYOKz97bJEE/s1600-h/100_2235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxddZpdnqI/AAAAAAAAATw/CYOKz97bJEE/s320/100_2235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684824171650722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Perry looked wonderful and it was fantastic to actually be able to hug him and know he was real and safe.  We had a great visit with him.  He was able to reunite with his buddy, Khris, from Louisiana, who is also stationed at Camp Lejeune.  They even  brought their guitars and gave us a private concert.  It was just like old times.  Of course, Perry was glad to get back to his "baby" (truck). I can't imagine what it would be like to not drive for 7 months - other than a Hummer every now and then.  It was so hard to leave him again so soon.  But the world keeps turning.  At least we can keep in touch via phones a lot easier and more often now that he's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxYrcrTsJI/AAAAAAAAASw/p6ITvvNUcKA/s1600-h/100_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxYrcrTsJI/AAAAAAAAASw/p6ITvvNUcKA/s320/100_2261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679567944724626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxYrD34nRI/AAAAAAAAASo/QMNuxcJp_Xs/s1600-h/100_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxYrD34nRI/AAAAAAAAASo/QMNuxcJp_Xs/s320/100_2254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679561286589714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Perry, to you and all that serve along side you.  All our love.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxYrD34nRI/AAAAAAAAASo/QMNuxcJp_Xs/s1600-h/100_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6330208554730317794?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6330208554730317794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6330208554730317794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6330208554730317794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6330208554730317794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/11/perrys-home.html' title='Perry&apos;s Home!!!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQxXBka8BRI/AAAAAAAAARw/ZUTMjhq_kgY/s72-c/100_2225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4528318717791281369</id><published>2008-10-30T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:02:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Darlin', Alysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQpl43B-5bI/AAAAAAAAARg/UymctQd96lI/s1600-h/100_2204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQpl43B-5bI/AAAAAAAAARg/UymctQd96lI/s200/100_2204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263131142055191986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;These are a few cute pics of Alysa, one with her friend, Kate.  She's getting all ready for fall and lovin' it!  Can you tell, by her boots?  She's going to need them, too.  It's already gotten quite chilly here, but it a very welcomed change for us.  Isn't she growing up to be a beauty?  She'll be 9 in just a few weeks!  Where does the time go?  She's just as sweet as she looks, too.  We love her so very   much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQpl4mBbb9I/AAAAAAAAARY/Qx-4-N9JPc8/s1600-h/100_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQpl4mBbb9I/AAAAAAAAARY/Qx-4-N9JPc8/s200/100_2201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263131137489465298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4528318717791281369?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4528318717791281369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4528318717791281369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4528318717791281369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4528318717791281369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-darlin-alysa.html' title='Our Darlin&apos;, Alysa'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SQpl43B-5bI/AAAAAAAAARg/UymctQd96lI/s72-c/100_2204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2540209622045712785</id><published>2008-10-21T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:14:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I LOVE.........TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all, let me just say "Family" is a given and will not be included in my lists............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long, curly eyelashes - I have spent no telling how much $ to find a mascara that will give me the lashes I crave.  I finally found XXL Curlpower by Maybelline.  Love - it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comfy jeans.....slenderizing, not too tight or too baggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fleece....in all shapes and forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot chocolate with whipped creme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall....and everything associated with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People who are where they say they're going to be when they say they're going to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting things done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughing.....HA!  Ha-Ha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thick, cushy, cozy socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A good ribeye steak.....Marks are the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2540209622045712785?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2540209622045712785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2540209622045712785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2540209622045712785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2540209622045712785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-things-i-am-thankful-fortoday.html' title='10 Things I LOVE.........TODAY'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-345723517025864365</id><published>2008-10-20T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:25:10.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best and Worst of Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SP0TQ2_cZ5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/YDHt1aWYx08/s1600-h/100_1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SP0TQ2_cZ5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/YDHt1aWYx08/s200/100_1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259381120199059346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't believe it!  It's finally time for Perry to come back from Iraq!!  He's been there for seven months, which means we've been in Kentucky for seven months!!  This coming Sunday, we will be traveling to North Carolina, where Perry and the others from 3-6 will land on US soil around 11 a.m the following day (27th).  I'm so excited I can hardly stand it!!!  He has already requested to eat at Chili's (his favorite restaurant) for dinner.  Of course I told him we could go anywhere he wanted to!  So far, his plans are to leave for Lake Charles, LA around November 15 to work in the recruiting office for a month.  Then back to NC for a short time and then, hopefully, he'll get a Christmas leave.  Naturally, I want him to come to Kentucky to see his mommy.  We'll see....which reminds me.....I've been very sad that Wes and Wendy and the babies aren't going to get to come at Christmas like I was hoping.  I've tried to be very strong about this, as I've never been away from my boys at Christmas.  Times, they are a changin', and my babies are growing up.  Not being with my family during this special time of  year is going to be the hardest thing about living here.  Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-345723517025864365?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/345723517025864365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=345723517025864365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/345723517025864365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/345723517025864365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-and-worst-of-times.html' title='Best and Worst of Times'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SP0TQ2_cZ5I/AAAAAAAAARQ/YDHt1aWYx08/s72-c/100_1538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-54236397656493877</id><published>2008-10-20T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:28:16.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I too am a Twilight Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" width="200" border="0" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to admit, I have spent way too much time reading the Twilight series and loved every minute of it, although I did feel guilty that I wasn't reading my scriptures instead.    And I also have to admit I was just a teensy bit&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jealous of Bella- in some ways. Though, I do have to say, Mark had the same effect on me as Edward does on her when we were dating.  That's a good thing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, that's a very good thing!  Mark was glad when I finally finished so he could have his wife back.  Uh-oh!!!  I just found out there's a 5th book!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-54236397656493877?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/54236397656493877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=54236397656493877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/54236397656493877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/54236397656493877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-quiz-and-share-your-results.html' title='Yes, I too am a Twilight Addict'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7001998437656727429</id><published>2008-10-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:24:07.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPyEXr800TI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/isO6b0cUY24/s1600-h/000_0029.jpg"&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPyEXr800TI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/isO6b0cUY24/s200/000_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259224007331598642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past weekend we had some fun in our little town of Richmond.  It was nothing like my hometown county fair, which by the way was going on this past weekend.  But it kept Alysa and some of her friends occupied for a while and it was good to get out of the house.  It was a bit chilly, but beautiful outside.  They played games, where they won Halloween prizes, got their faces painted and went on a hayride.  We also enjoyed a warm, delicious funnel cake and some kettle corn.  We ended the evening with some very tasty barbecue at Sonny's, then a slumber party at our house.  It was quite an enjoyable day.  On Sunday, we went to look at the house and took our sweet friends, the Jasenski's, with us.  The youngest of their family is Alex, 2, and he had a hayday climbing up into all the big equipment there in the lot beside the house.  His favorite was the Bobcat.  Although, he wore a path out between the Bobcat, rock pile, excavator and back to the Bobcat.  He was none too happy about having to leave.  But we promised him a trip back out on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPyFdkLINPI/AAAAAAAAARA/Njkx-W5H9AA/s1600-h/100_2211.jpg"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPyFdkLINPI/AAAAAAAAARA/Njkx-W5H9AA/s200/100_2211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259225207834948850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7001998437656727429?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7001998437656727429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7001998437656727429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7001998437656727429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7001998437656727429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPyEXr800TI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/isO6b0cUY24/s72-c/000_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8381509155533981002</id><published>2008-10-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:22:34.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyXO934gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4bRcPOUVTaI/s1600-h/100_2205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyXO934gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4bRcPOUVTaI/s200/100_2205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993102109532674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyWkkRw8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/SOJaRhKzJxs/s1600-h/100_2207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyWkkRw8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/SOJaRhKzJxs/s200/100_2207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993090727887810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow!!  I can't believe it's already week 9!  Sooo much happened this past week.  Let me see if I can remember it all......well, the biggest thing is the framers finished up their work and are now off the jobsite; the plumbing and electrical has been roughed-in; the concrete floor was poured in the garage; the roofers started laying the shingles; and the brickers started laying the brick.  Believe it or not, we are still wresteling with the tile issue.  It has been, really, the only headache so far........well, once we got past the brick selection.  I plan on trying to tackle that issue tomorrow, along with getting the stain mixed for the stairs and banister.  Then I've got to really focus on lighting.  Yikes!  That's going to be a big job, I'm afraid.  Soon I will start taking pictures of the inside.  Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyW16UNgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wVE1euXhR9k/s1600-h/100_2206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyW16UNgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wVE1euXhR9k/s200/100_2206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993095383725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyXO934gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4bRcPOUVTaI/s1600-h/100_2205.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyV6TCRUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sR9Bg5vfljc/s1600-h/100_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyV6TCRUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sR9Bg5vfljc/s200/100_2209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993079381280066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8381509155533981002?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8381509155533981002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8381509155533981002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8381509155533981002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8381509155533981002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-week-9.html' title='House - Week #9'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPuyXO934gI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4bRcPOUVTaI/s72-c/100_2205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1734119716703987704</id><published>2008-10-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:07:55.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I must say that I don't remember ever experiencing such a beautiful fall.  The leaves on the trees started changing colors in September!!  Everywhere I look, there are bright, vivid reds, oranges and yellows....just like on a calendar!  Of course, we've had a very dry summer, so the colors aren't even near what they would normally be.  But they are spectacular compared to what I've been use to.  It's like a wonderland every day.  I drive Alysa to school and see the rolling pastures and fields, freshly cut or harvested, the old barns, the sun peeking over the hills and then the pops of color everywhere.  Just like God painted a beautiful new picture to take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1734119716703987704?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1734119716703987704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1734119716703987704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1734119716703987704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1734119716703987704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/changing-seasons.html' title='Changing Seasons'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-850180704248757635</id><published>2008-10-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:24:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUxxTD81I/AAAAAAAAAQA/khmT455CL2k/s1600-h/100_2200.jpg"&gt;                                                          &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUxxTD81I/AAAAAAAAAQA/khmT455CL2k/s200/100_2200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256427297862579026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe another week has gone by already.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  It just seems impossible.  Hmmmmm, this week I met with the guy who is laying the floors, made yet another run to pick out tile, they did some inside work this week due to a rainy day and then they started building the back deck and roofing over that and the roofers came to lay the tar paper down.  Oh, yea, and the windows were installed.  It's really starting to shape up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUyONGaYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2oBKBjClmh0/s1600-h/100_2198.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUyONGaYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2oBKBjClmh0/s1600-h/100_2198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUyONGaYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2oBKBjClmh0/s200/100_2198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256427305622202754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUyW-g5eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cF3y6hd1hOk/s1600-h/100_2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUyW-g5eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cF3y6hd1hOk/s200/100_2197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256427307976943074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-850180704248757635?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/850180704248757635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=850180704248757635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/850180704248757635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/850180704248757635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-week-8.html' title='House - Week #8'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SPKUxxTD81I/AAAAAAAAAQA/khmT455CL2k/s72-c/100_2200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4230709026360797846</id><published>2008-10-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:39:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official......I'm Mui Loco!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can I just say......what the heck am I thinking?!  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did an impromptu cycling class yesterday that my derrier is incredibly sore from, do Pilates on T and Th followed by a kick boxing class I just started that is kicking my tail (though I do have to brag that I actually ran - you read correctly - RAN for a good 5 minutes to warm up for this class - no small feat for someone who can't remember running that much since.....high school?) and I'm starting a combination group power/cycling class called Power Surge (I came up with the name - cool huh?) that will happen on M, W, and F!!  I do believe I can officailly be called a gym rat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4230709026360797846?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4230709026360797846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4230709026360797846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4230709026360797846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4230709026360797846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-officialim-mui-loco.html' title='It&apos;s Official......I&apos;m Mui Loco!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2462651957279821211</id><published>2008-10-09T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:25:45.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it seems all I've been talking about lately, and showing pictures of, is our house going up.  Although there are other things going on in our lives, it seems the house is the "hub" of all the interest.  Just to let you know what some of the other things are, I thought I'd do an entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I start my day by getting Alysa ready and off to school.  Once I drop her off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, I head to the gym where I spent the next hour to hour and a half doing everything from the eliptical to Pilates/Yoga to weight training to kickboxing or power cycling.  Some days I come home completely wiped out.  But rarely take a nap......no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coming home from the gym, I shower and either clean house (which I really haven't been motivated to do lately) or dash out of the house to do "errands".  These can range anywhere from grocery shopping, visiting with friends or house-related things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm usually in line to pick Alysa up from school around 2:40 or so.  Once she's in the car, we head to her guitar lesson on Mondays, and every other day it's home for homework.  We sometimes stop for a snack at the Sonic.  Hey, life should be enjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark has been diligently working on a land sale for his job.  This has resulted in much stress for him, as many people throughout his company are depending on him to "perform" to make budget for the year.  But he is almost always able to maintain his sense of humor and keep Alysa and I laughing.  Laughter is good.  Laughter is definitely good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wesley and Wendy are beginning the process to find a house, which they desperately need.  They are busting out of their apartment all over the place and it would be SO NICE for the young 'uns to have room to grow and play.  The babies (I say babies although Skylar is going on 4) have been sick off and on with one thing or another.  But I think for now, they're all healthy.  Skylar is showing a few signs of sibling rivalry, being that she is no longer the only attention-getter in the house.  But Wes and Wendy are good parents and will work out the kinks as they go along, just like we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perry is still due to come home from Iraq (Yippie!!!!!) later this month.  I cannot tell you how excited I get just saying the words.  We will be traveling to North Carolina to welcome him home.  Oh, yea, I've got to get to work on my "Welcome Home Lance Corporal Perry Yazell" sign.  Yes, he did get a promotion recently to Lance Corp.  We were thinking we might be able to see this happen when he got home, but they went ahead and did it in Iraq.  Of course, we're proud all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysa is doing great in her guitar lessons.  Although, I just realized she hasn't practiced at all since her lesson on Monday.  Hmmm....anyway, she's making new friends, which I am thrilled about.  She'd met this one girl last year that she just latched on to and depended on to be her one true friend who was always available to do whatever whenever.  However, that did not turn out to be the case and we've had to re-situate our eggs, so to speak.  But I'm a firm believer that all things happen for a reason and I believe that to be so in this case.  She's doing wonderful in school and growing like a weed....still petite, but taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh!  The weather!  Can I just say that it has been fabulous?!  A bit on the dry side, although we got a little bit of rain yesterday.  The grass is dry and crunchy, but the temperatures have been wonderful and the nice breezes are fantastic!  Lovin' IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have witnessed many changes all around me.  I know that changes takes place constantly.  I guess I've just noticed them more of late.  I am at a new place in my life, traveling a road I've never been down before.  My concerns right now are if and how I can have my children around me at Christmas when we're scattered all over the eastern states and how to deal with it if we can't be together (the thought breaks my heart); not being able to be a more active part of my grandchildrens' lives - watching them grow up and change and really get to know them; when we'll get to move into our house and taking care of all the details involved with that; and trying to keep my life on an even keel...not teetering too much in any direction.  All in all, life is wonderful right now.  I am really enjoying this new place I'm in and I know I will grow, even if I'm disappointed at times that things aren't the way I might want them to be.  I feel so very blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2462651957279821211?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2462651957279821211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2462651957279821211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2462651957279821211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2462651957279821211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7970908559390169673</id><published>2008-10-06T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:28:36.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOple_8_fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/p2wWxpXTx6E/s1600-h/100_2183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOple_8_fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/p2wWxpXTx6E/s200/100_2183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254123498518838498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOpldKPnU3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/jpfCRAs4rrg/s1600-h/100_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOpldKPnU3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/jpfCRAs4rrg/s200/100_2186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254123466921562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So here's week #7....our builder calls this time "dead time" because all that's happening is more framing.  He's kind of upset because they're dragging this part out, while all the time we've thought they were kicking booty!  Goes to show how much we know about building a new home.  Still, he thinks by the end of the week they will put in the windows and doors and be bricking the following week.  To me, that's exciting!!  After this week, he says, things will really start crack-a-lackin'!!  Woo-hoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOpleeI5qCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QzECtivpKGk/s1600-h/100_2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOpleeI5qCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/QzECtivpKGk/s200/100_2184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254123489441982498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOplduBz0OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4NFKnOIuldg/s1600-h/100_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOplduBz0OI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4NFKnOIuldg/s200/100_2185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254123476527337698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7970908559390169673?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7970908559390169673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7970908559390169673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7970908559390169673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7970908559390169673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-week-7.html' title='House - Week #7'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOple_8_fOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/p2wWxpXTx6E/s72-c/100_2183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1375559286010634408</id><published>2008-09-29T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:57:38.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This week was very busy.......again.  We (I) picked out floor tile and paint colors.  I know that doesn't sound like it would take very long.  But, believe me, you can't do it in just one trip to either store.  But it was fun.  Of course, there's still nothing set in "stone"....ha!....get it?  Tile....stone.....ok, so maybe that wasn't all that funny.  But it's more fun to laugh than roll your eyes.  Here's what the house looks like after week 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI9Y_iX9mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zhEGzLnwNnU/s1600-h/100_2174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI9Y_iX9mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zhEGzLnwNnU/s200/100_2174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251827615049184866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI9ZSVnwkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/27mbv_l_CDY/s1600-h/100_2170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI9ZSVnwkI/AAAAAAAAAPA/27mbv_l_CDY/s200/100_2170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251827620095967810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI-Lr0ILDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BMoVGSLomK8/s1600-h/100_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI-Lr0ILDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BMoVGSLomK8/s200/100_2172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251828485928266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1375559286010634408?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1375559286010634408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1375559286010634408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1375559286010634408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1375559286010634408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-week-6.html' title='House - Week #6'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SOI9Y_iX9mI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zhEGzLnwNnU/s72-c/100_2174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4884851666726837403</id><published>2008-09-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:45:39.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I simply must talk about some of the things I am greatful for.  Let me start with my honey.....he truly does try in every way he possibly can to make me happy.  He works so hard and asks for very little in return, just for me to be happy.  He's more than wonderful.  Of course, my children and grandchildren are next.  They all complete my world.  I couldn't imagine life without any one of them.  A good day is when the weather is beautiful and I have my husband and Alysa by my side and my two boys call and tell me they love me.  What more could I ask for, now really?  I'm so thankful to live in this beautiful place.  At one time I I was determined I would, at some time in my life, end up back in Texas.  But I must honestly say now that I hope I don't.  I love Kentucky that much.  The weather has been fantastically beautiful.  After coming from "hell's back door" - at least that's the way it felt because of the heat and humidity - I feel like I'm being "rewarded" for suffering through those 10 years.  I also feel so blessed to be able to be a stay-at-home mom.  I would like to have had this pleasure when my boys were growing up.  But having it now means so much to me.  To know the Lord knows me, all of us, so much better than we know ourselves and what's best for us, and blesses us accordingly, even to the exceeding of our own desires and expectations, means everything to me.  I see evidences of this every single day.  Of course, these are just a few of the many, many blessings in my life.  But I would feel so ungreatful if I didn't share my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4884851666726837403?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4884851666726837403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4884851666726837403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4884851666726837403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4884851666726837403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-simply-must-talk-about-some-of-things.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5418665690918066924</id><published>2008-09-20T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:58:28.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNj4zKHRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JPjryFqHihY/s1600-h/100_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNj4zKHRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JPjryFqHihY/s200/100_2168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248256588452076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNkO62sdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jHn37IEOKRs/s1600-h/100_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNkO62sdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jHn37IEOKRs/s200/100_2167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248256594389938642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNkjgAr0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-0guCVtBuBA/s1600-h/100_2164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNkjgAr0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-0guCVtBuBA/s200/100_2164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248256599914491714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These house updates are really for my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, as well as other family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, who is serving a mission in California.....so she can keep up with the progress.  And also as a kind of journal to track the building of our home.  Please bare with us.  I know this can get boring for a lot of you. This week they continued the framing and actually started on the 2nd floor.  We are so blessed because our builder actually figured out a way to add some sq. footage to Alysa's bedroom and closet.....somehow.  So that will increase the overall sq. footage of the house.  Mark and I (we think......HOPE) got the hardwood and carpet picked out and will be concentrating on the tile next.  We also got the brick, rock and front door picked out, as I mentioned earlier.  Thank goodness!!  That was a headache!!  Next week we are meeting with the cabinet guy to lay out the kitchen (mostly) and other cabinetry, select a color and order.  Let us pray the weather holds out 'til we're in the dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5418665690918066924?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5418665690918066924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5418665690918066924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5418665690918066924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5418665690918066924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/actually-i-think-this-is-week-5.html' title='House - Week #5'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SNWNj4zKHRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JPjryFqHihY/s72-c/100_2168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4283582944233182246</id><published>2008-09-18T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:45:39.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing I absolutely LOVE to do is to laugh......laugh so hard you can hardly catch your breath or laugh at something that you just can't stop and every time you think about it, you bust out laughing again.  Well, today was one of those days.  I got so tickled in Pilates class today, I didn't think I could make it through.  Then, when I think of what I got tickled at, I crack up all over again.  It's wonderful!!  Another good thing was I had friends there laughing along side me, which just made the experience all the more fun.  Other great things about today are:  Perry called from Iraq (only about 1 month left!!), the weather is fantastic, I'm getting excited about going to the Virginia Tech football game-and other football events here in Kentucky and we're having an early Thanksgiving-style dinner tonight.  Plus, I got new pics of my grandson, Briley, and my neice's, Raney, senior picture and we finally got the "brick/rock/front door" dilemma solved.  So many exciting things going on all around.  I'm lovin' it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4283582944233182246?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4283582944233182246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4283582944233182246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4283582944233182246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4283582944233182246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-days.html' title='Good Days'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-954700296634554984</id><published>2008-09-18T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:35:36.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in September</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's right.....with the cooler temperatures, it's been reminding of me of fall and all the holidays (and holiday food) that comes with them.  I've been working up a good taste for cajun turkey, cornbread dressing and the trimmings.  But I've been trying to hold off because I wanted to include the missionaries in on our "feast".  Well, today's the day!!  I've got cajun turkey, cornbread dressing, red potatoes (with butter and parsley, of course) and lima beans.  The only thing missing is the sweet potatoe casserole (which we just had a few weeks ago) and deviled eggs.  Oh, and we're having cheesecake for dessert.  Boy am I gonna' hate myself tomorrow!  But for today, the house is smelling heavenly with all the different aromas floating in the air.  Can't wait for Thanksgiving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-954700296634554984?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/954700296634554984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=954700296634554984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/954700296634554984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/954700296634554984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanksgiving-in-september.html' title='Thanksgiving in September'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3184521649705126664</id><published>2008-09-13T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:58:58.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House - Week #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGypoPohI/AAAAAAAAANo/VeFv-bTNFkI/s1600-h/100_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGypoPohI/AAAAAAAAANo/VeFv-bTNFkI/s200/100_2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575133217661458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzM11bXI/AAAAAAAAANw/EuCIXn29ask/s1600-h/100_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzM11bXI/AAAAAAAAANw/EuCIXn29ask/s200/100_2151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575142669905266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzbTNrDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Aquu1RWWdmY/s1600-h/100_2152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzbTNrDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Aquu1RWWdmY/s200/100_2152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575146551225394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzWIk0LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MDv8yJZp6Es/s1600-h/100_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzWIk0LI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MDv8yJZp6Es/s200/100_2153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575145164427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzuKWtSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/on4QRAbdFuY/s1600-h/100_2154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGzuKWtSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/on4QRAbdFuY/s200/100_2154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245575151614342434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was week 5 in the building of our new home.  They've enclosed the crawl space, layed the flooring for the 1st level and even got some walls up.  I'd say they've been quite busy.  It's looking as beautiful as a barely begun home can.  We're thrilled with the progress.  Here's what she looks like after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3184521649705126664?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3184521649705126664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3184521649705126664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3184521649705126664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3184521649705126664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-5.html' title='House - Week #4'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMwGypoPohI/AAAAAAAAANo/VeFv-bTNFkI/s72-c/100_2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4791096264868764280</id><published>2008-09-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:23:56.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's a beautiful day here in Kentucky.  Blue skies and sunshine......picture perfect.  I'm tickled to live in such a beautiful area with rolling hills, pastures and giant old barns.  But my heart is with my family and friends in Texas and Louisiana as they await the trauma from Hurricane Ike.  I'm thinking there is a great number of them that will opt not to evacuate this time around because they've barely returned home from Hurricane Gustav's mandatory evacuation.  Even though the hurricane actually landed in Galveston, the effects will stretch both north and east, where most of my peeps are.  My heart goes out to all of them and the hardships and headaches they face well after Ike has come and gone.  Any and all prayers, along with mine, are greatly needed and I know would be appreciated as well.  Love and prayers to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4791096264868764280?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4791096264868764280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4791096264868764280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4791096264868764280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4791096264868764280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-storm.html' title='Another Storm'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3587776767309100756</id><published>2008-09-06T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:50:37.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New House Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKXRh4wqcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kIcnRVHcy9Q/s1600-h/100_2121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKXRh4wqcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kIcnRVHcy9Q/s200/100_2121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242919243622689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front, from street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few new pictures of the house, as it goes up. You won't be able to see a lot of change. But they've done dirt work and started the actual construction. They say we should have walls this week sometime. Exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKX-zQ9DOI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gh1Bnpd2oRc/s1600-h/100_2126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKX-zQ9DOI/AAAAAAAAANg/Gh1Bnpd2oRc/s200/100_2126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242920021381680354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Rear, South Corner, This is the crawl space below the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKWqCLBHhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EAcajgC9b9w/s1600-h/100_2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKWqCLBHhI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EAcajgC9b9w/s200/100_2124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242918565094432274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rear, North Corner, Crawl space below the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3587776767309100756?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3587776767309100756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3587776767309100756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3587776767309100756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3587776767309100756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-house-pics.html' title='New House Pics'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SMKXRh4wqcI/AAAAAAAAANY/kIcnRVHcy9Q/s72-c/100_2121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6720389706401834757</id><published>2008-09-06T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:35:19.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Run Through of Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past week has been a bit of a blur, being shortened by the Labor Day holiday.  I will hit on the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Saturday was my birthday (we won't say which number).  The day started off with presents and breakfast in bed.....frosted mini wheats in a bowl so big it took all three of us to finish!  This was followed by a call from Perry, my grandbabies and their sweet parents, Wes and Wendy, and then other family members.  We did some running around and ended up at Red Lobster for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday was church and then friends and visiting teachers  over for our usual batch of chocolate chip cookies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday was Labor Day.  We went to Shaker Village at Pleasant Hill with a another family of friends.  We took a horse drawn buggy tour of the village and heard the history of the Shakers.  Very interesting.  It was a beautiful day, completed by having this and another family over for dinner.  Mark grilled the most tender, mouth watering steaks I have eaten in a long time.  We also had sweet potato casserole, fruit salad, rolls and cucumbers &amp;amp; tomatoes.  Deslicious!!!  Oh!  And the dessert - cheesecake and home made fudge!  Needless to say, we were all stuffed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, Alysa was sick from all she ate the day before.  So she stayed home from school and we got things done around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday were normal days.  Thursday evening, me and the girls went out AGAIN for Cari's birthday.  A group of 6 went to Cheddar's for dinner and talked and laughed so hard, I'm sure people thought we'd been drinking!  It was great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday - nothing to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday - Today - Mark is in real estate class all day, Alysa and I are going to Lexington for some girl time and to eat at Red Robin, since she didn't get to go for my birthday girls' night.  Then she's going to a birthday party and Mark and I will take in a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6720389706401834757?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6720389706401834757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6720389706401834757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6720389706401834757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6720389706401834757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-run-through-of-events.html' title='Quick Run Through of Events'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-176967512147684316</id><published>2008-08-31T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:22:20.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Our Louisiana Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming to Kentucky from Louisiana, we certainly have the dear friends we left behind in our thoughts and prayers.  We are quite a distance from you all.  But we graciously welcome anyone who wants to make a fun trip out of a tragic act of nature.  At the very least, please know we are thinking of you and praying for your safety and little or no damage to your homes and property.  We love and miss you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-176967512147684316?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/176967512147684316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=176967512147684316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/176967512147684316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/176967512147684316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayers-for-our-louisiana-friends.html' title='Prayers for Our Louisiana Friends'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8872231044434682595</id><published>2008-08-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:09:47.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Robin!  Yummmmmmm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLgeM0O0sXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tBnQWIWmyGk/s1600-h/100_2075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLgeM0O0sXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tBnQWIWmyGk/s200/100_2075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971371973652850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLgeEQRMuDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FJavRM9Nptw/s1600-h/100_2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLgeEQRMuDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FJavRM9Nptw/s200/100_2074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971224880986162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My birthday is coming up on Saturday and a few of my closest "peeps" wanted to take me out to celebrate.  I have been so excited ever since I found out there is a Red Robin here.  So that is where I chose to go.  Now I know what you're probably thinking...."You're going out with your girlfriends to celebrate your birthday and you pick a hamburger joint?!".  Well, yes.....I remember eating at a Red Robin when I lived in Utah and LOVED it!!  I haven't been to one since; and I am a real cheeseburger freak.   So this was the perfect time to do it.  Besides, Mark promised to cook me a steak this weekend!  We had an absolute blast!!  I got the full birthday treatment, with the waitresses bringing me a hot fudge sunday and singing their version of the birthday song.  It was very embarrassing....especially when Cari informed me I had something in my teeth as I had been smiling away during the song.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sigh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We thought about doing a movie afterwards, but we had so much more fun loitering in the parking lot, just talking.  I have truly been blessed with the  most wonderful friends....true friends.....and I am so thankful to have these precious people in my life.  So, above is me with Red Robin and me, Nikki T., Cari and Jenni.  Thanks, gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8872231044434682595?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8872231044434682595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8872231044434682595&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8872231044434682595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8872231044434682595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/red-robin-yummmmmmm.html' title='Red Robin!  Yummmmmmm!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLgeM0O0sXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tBnQWIWmyGk/s72-c/100_2075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5929367129889084238</id><published>2008-08-27T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:30:15.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Might Even be a Rock, uh, Country Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLW29rfrjsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iCmq5tzujIs/s1600-h/100_2073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLW29rfrjsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iCmq5tzujIs/s200/100_2073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239294912279318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLW2tnDzZkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ayc1JkNECXo/s1600-h/100_2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLW2tnDzZkI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ayc1JkNECXo/s200/100_2067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239294636210742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From the time she was a baby, Alysa grew up hearing and seeing her older brother, Perry, play the guitar and drums, going to his gigs and developing her very own desire to perform.  She use to grab the antique popcorn popper by the fireplace and pretend to strum it like a guitar while she sang along to her favorite songs on the radio.  She got a beginner guitar several years ago for Christmas which we thought would probably satisfy her desire to learn to play.  It was just one of those things every child dreams of.....for a while.....and then moves past......we THOUGHT.   She kept nagging us, though, so we'd been telling her we'd get her a guitar and start her on lessons since before we moved to Kentucky.  In the back of our minds we were still thinking it was just a "shallow" want, not anything that would really last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  But her persistence has continued and with all the young talented artists on the scene today, we decided if she was willing to seriously pursue it, we'd do what we could to support her, just like we did for her brother.  So yesterday when Mark got off work, we made a surprise visit to the music store and purchased her first real guitar (a Hanna Montana) and signed her up for lessons, to begin this coming Monday after school.  She is absolutely tickled.  The guy at the music shop let her choose a bunch of picks she liked.  She keeps them all ligned out on her dresser, least favorite to favorite, and has already chosen the one she is going to take with her when she plays at the Grand Ole Opry (that would be the dark purple one on the far right).  Keep your eyes peeled and your ears open, friends.  'Cause one day you just might hear and see our sweet girl playing and singing her heart out on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5929367129889084238?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5929367129889084238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5929367129889084238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5929367129889084238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5929367129889084238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-might-even-be-rock-uh-country-star.html' title='She Might Even be a Rock, uh, Country Star'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLW29rfrjsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iCmq5tzujIs/s72-c/100_2073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4868560072455911112</id><published>2008-08-26T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:20:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' Right Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLQ86rT8sDI/AAAAAAAAALk/4qwm0oTtQWI/s1600-h/100_2049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLQ86rT8sDI/AAAAAAAAALk/4qwm0oTtQWI/s200/100_2049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238879245295202354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As many of you know, we are building a new house.  We are so excited to be doing this together.  It is a real adventure and something we've wanted to do for a long time. I want to share our excitement with all our friends and family by posting periodic updates of the progress being made each week or two.  The project was started sooner than we expected and every time we visit the sight, we are just amazed at how much has been done since our previous trip.  Looking around at how this thing is going up, we are continually scratching our heads at the skill it takes to be in the construction field. When there are things like basements and "tall crawls", the work seems so much more involved than starting from a level cement slab, which I could visualize a little easier.  Anyway, here's what's been done so far, 3 weeks in to the project.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLRAFPd6sPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3cIRP_suWgI/s1600-h/100_2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLRAFPd6sPI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3cIRP_suWgI/s200/100_2060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238882725334266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLRAPGP9D5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/JD2MbwjC55E/s1600-h/100_2065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLRAPGP9D5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/JD2MbwjC55E/s200/100_2065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238882894658473874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLQ9ifvNSxI/AAAAAAAAALs/ju23Vr1snag/s1600-h/100_2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4868560072455911112?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4868560072455911112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4868560072455911112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4868560072455911112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4868560072455911112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/movin-right-along.html' title='Movin&apos; Right Along'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SLQ86rT8sDI/AAAAAAAAALk/4qwm0oTtQWI/s72-c/100_2049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4723395357919841467</id><published>2008-08-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:52:15.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother Venting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Almost any of you reading this know my sweet Alysa.  She's 8, almost 9, and in the 3rd grade this year.  She made wonderful friends last year with a little girl she met on the playground who was not in her own class.  We'll call her "H".  They have remained best friends and were both heartbroken when they didn't get the same teacher this year either.  There is a third girl ("L") in "H"'s class who wants "H" to play with her more and Alysa less.  "H" promptly stated she didn't want to.  She wanted to play with Alysa because they are best friends.  "L" said, "Well, Alysa's a "B"."  And she spelled out the entire word, not just the first letter.  "H" told us about this and Alysa's heart was broken.  Of course, she knows that "L" is jealous of her friendship with "H".  But it still hurts to know someone you really don't even know, or anyone at all, would say such a mean, hurtful thing about you.  I am appauled that these young girls (well, SOME young girls) are treating others like this and using names like that.  Of course my fist desire was to get the girls' phone # and tell her parents what she'd done (along with snatching out a little hair from the girls' head to teach her a lesson).  But I know that doing that would just promote more contention than there already is.  So I don't know if I should talk to the girls' teacher so she can inform "L"'s parents, leave it alone or talk to someone myself.  Of course I know Alysa and "H" should invite "L" to play with both of them when they're together and that might eliminate some of the ill feelings.  But I also think that this little girl should be taught that names like that are unacceptable and hurtful.  I was just floored and hurt for my baby girl and needed to vent - and maybe get some feedback on what the best thing to do would be.  If you have an opinion, please send it back to me.  Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4723395357919841467?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4723395357919841467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4723395357919841467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4723395357919841467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4723395357919841467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/mother-venting.html' title='A Mother Venting'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6405286881560368389</id><published>2008-08-22T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:43:29.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings in My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, let me just start this out by saying, "It's Niki's fault!"  Yeah, that's right!  My friend, who kept me entertained and quite busy on a daily basis for several months in a row, up and moved back to Utah and left me aaaaaaall alone!  School is back in session and I don't know what to do with myself!!  I have no one to plan my fun and activities!  Oh, I'm sure if I looked around I could find those boring, tedious CHORES to do.  But, really, who wants to do that?  And besides, there's no one to talk to while doing them.  I find myself lingering a little longer at the gym every day, no rush to get anywhere.  But the good news is I'm getting more toned, physically, from being at the gym and working so hard there, which is a goal I've had for a loooooong time.  Now if I could just give up those darned DQ Blizzards!  But the gym has become my social outlet now.  I can see, if for no other reason but the socializing, how exercising can become addictive.  I have gotten hooked.  But I know if it were just me all by myself, I'd probably eventually give it up.  Just thoughts swirling around in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6405286881560368389?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6405286881560368389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6405286881560368389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6405286881560368389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6405286881560368389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramblings-in-my-head.html' title='Ramblings in My Head'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5901803984778556621</id><published>2008-08-20T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:38:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Alysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKwe_RMyCHI/AAAAAAAAALc/GPEff6iH2rM/s1600-h/100_2062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKwe_RMyCHI/AAAAAAAAALc/GPEff6iH2rM/s200/100_2062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594539022649458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKwexu6Iv4I/AAAAAAAAALU/RDugRR7XVXg/s1600-h/100_2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKwexu6Iv4I/AAAAAAAAALU/RDugRR7XVXg/s200/100_2050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236594306479341442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A week ago today, our sweet Alysa started the 3rd grade.  It is so hard for me to believe she is growing up so fast.  I do believe all the fresh air and sunshine was just like fertilizer for her this summer.  Because she seems so much taller to me.  Plus, she recently lost the other top front tooth, making her look so much older, without all those tiny baby teeth.  She's loving school, making new friends and seems to be right at home here in Kentucky.  She loves to read (thank heavens!) and likes science and math too!  Dare I dream that will last through the duration of her school years?  She's such a beautiful child, inside and out and I just can't imagine life without her sweet smile and bubbly personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5901803984778556621?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5901803984778556621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5901803984778556621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5901803984778556621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5901803984778556621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sweet-alysa.html' title='My Sweet Alysa'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKwe_RMyCHI/AAAAAAAAALc/GPEff6iH2rM/s72-c/100_2062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3675872686355978700</id><published>2008-08-13T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:40:15.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Briley Zane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNB0Mtso5I/AAAAAAAAALM/dmptDh3PQcU/s1600-h/100_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNB0Mtso5I/AAAAAAAAALM/dmptDh3PQcU/s200/100_2037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234099556956545938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNBPgyqKSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LepBpE9Gga4/s1600-h/100_2042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNBPgyqKSI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LepBpE9Gga4/s200/100_2042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234098926690904354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me apologize ahead of time for "flipping out the photo album".  I just had to include some more pictures of my new grand baby.  He's just too sweet to keep to myself!  The one of his foot we called his "glow toe" as it had a red glowing monitor tapped to it.  Awwwww....so sad.  He also had a little IV and board taped to his hand.  It broke my heart.  But I know it was to help him get better.....which he is!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNBaA_Q9GI/AAAAAAAAALE/UTNUObM-nlQ/s1600-h/100_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNBaA_Q9GI/AAAAAAAAALE/UTNUObM-nlQ/s200/100_2043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234099107132404834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNBaA_Q9GI/AAAAAAAAALE/UTNUObM-nlQ/s1600-h/100_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3675872686355978700?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3675872686355978700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3675872686355978700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3675872686355978700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3675872686355978700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/briley-zane.html' title='Briley Zane'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKNB0Mtso5I/AAAAAAAAALM/dmptDh3PQcU/s72-c/100_2037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8702742115770920526</id><published>2008-08-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:54:24.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaack!  Whew!</title><content type='html'>It's been a long 2 weeks and so much has happened.  I'm just going to recap, rather than make this go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 26 was Marks' 45th Birthday!!  Alysa and I were gone that day, so we celebrated a few days early by inviting a few friends over for grilled brats and ice cream cake from the DQ (which was very tasty, I might say). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHLac7qWYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rhb3tE3XxZ0/s1600-h/100_1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHLac7qWYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rhb3tE3XxZ0/s200/100_1990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233687897284696450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drove to Texas (13 hour trip) and spent the first few days with my mother, who left the following Monday for the MTC in Utah.  She has since made it to Sacrament, CA and seems to be loving it.  She has a brand new apartment with her own room and bathroom, says the people are very friendly and is really enjoying her companion.  I think this mission is a huge blessing to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barely got my mother off and my grandmother (91 years young) had a severe drop in her heart rate and ended up in the hospital.  They wound up putting in a pacemaker, which put a little color back in her cheeks!  She hasn't forgotten the doc telling her she should be able to go dancing!!  This is a pic of 5 generations, including my grandmother, my dad, me, my son, Wes and his daughter, Skylar.  I think this is awesome!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHM-ww3vzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/r8-g3w_i7yM/s1600-h/100_1995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHM-ww3vzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/r8-g3w_i7yM/s200/100_1995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233689620595064626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course my main reason for making the trip to Texas was to welcome my new grandson into the world.  However, that was not meant to be right away and we were beginning to fret and ring our hands because he just wasn't cooperating with our time frame.  So we filled our time with activities like going to the park to play, visiting all the animals at the zoo, hanging at the mall and playing guitar hero in the AC.  The temperatures there were 100+ degrees with a heat index of 106/107.  I'm talking hotter than haites, downright miserable, shirt drenching HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHPGHyWOyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S7BuJeNqoNw/s1600-h/100_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHPGHyWOyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S7BuJeNqoNw/s200/100_2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233691946057612066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHPmR_b3II/AAAAAAAAAKU/yne9OKpatIg/s1600-h/100_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHPmR_b3II/AAAAAAAAAKU/yne9OKpatIg/s200/100_2020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692498552675458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHP47usPoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_utWjw1lKvk/s1600-h/100_1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHP47usPoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_utWjw1lKvk/s200/100_1993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233692818994380418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we started getting so worried that we wouldn't get to meet Briley before we had to come back home that I decided to fast about it.  Tuesday morning, Aug. 5 we went to Wendy's Dr. appt. and found out nothing had changed....she was still dilated to a 3 (they wouldn't induce unless she was a week overdue and they wouldn't keep her unless she was at least a 5).  Bummer!!  Even though we were all a little down about the lack of progress, we went through with our plans for the day.  We went to Gilmer and visited my grandmother (out of the hospital and staying with my aunt).  By now Wendy is having contractions, although we were all a bit guarded with our excitement because she'd already had 2 dry runs and the doc had just told us nothing had changed.  So we continued our journey over to Longview for my FAVORITE pizza on the entire planet.    This was actually my second trip!  This is where things started getting serious.  We had eaten our salads and the pizza had pretty much just arrived at the table.  Wendy took one bite when I noticed a tear trickle down and she said "As soon as we finish eating, we probably need to go to the hospital."  I knew she was in some pain, so we didn't wait.  We threw the pizza in boxes, paid the bill and blazed a trail to Tyler (about 40 miles).  By the time we arrived at the hospital, Wendy was sick from the meal she'd just eaten and graciously returned it (that was a joke).  Wes got a wheel chair and took her upstairs while I took Alysa and Skylar back to their apartment to get needed clothing and cameras!!  They checked her right away and we found out she was dilated to a 7!!  I barely made it back when she decided she needed to make a trip to the ladies room.  But, alas, the nurse would not let her go before being checked again.  Upon doing so, we found out she was at a 10 and had a bulging bag, which they promptly erupted.  Within 3 minutes of that event, Briley was born!!  It was, without doubt, one of the most spectacular things I've ever witnessed in life!!!  From the time we got to the hospital to delivery was only 1 hr. 45 min.!!  He weighed in at 8 lbs. 14 oz. and was 20 1/2 inches long.  He is absolutely scrumptious!!  He had a little fluid in his lungs, so he stayed in the Special Care Unit  until Thursday (allowing Mark to get a special "compassion" airplane fare) and came home on Friday, where he quickly bumped up his feedings from 2 0z. every 3 hrs. to 3 1/2-4 oz.  every 4-5 hrs.  What a miracle!  We're so glad he made it here safe and sound...and in time for us to fall in love with him before we had to come back to Kentucky. They're a beautiful family and we're so glad they're ours!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHWA30Z9II/AAAAAAAAAKk/XD6Hp_Vs1pM/s1600-h/100_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHWA30Z9II/AAAAAAAAAKk/XD6Hp_Vs1pM/s200/100_2030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233699552453325954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHWA30Z9II/AAAAAAAAAKk/XD6Hp_Vs1pM/s1600-h/100_2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get back home on Sunday evening (Mark was home earlier because he flew!).  Monday was "Meet the Teacher" open house for Alysa at school.  She'd been invited to go putt-putt and to the batting cages with a friend.  Then we head to the school to meet her new teacher and found her best bud is NOT in her class - BOOOOOOO!  But she sits right beside one of her other gal pals, so she'll be fine.  Then we went to eat at Frisch's Big Boy - something Mark and Alysa had really been wanting to do.  The food was OK, but we probably won't be making many more trips there.  At least we got the picture with Big Boy, which was what was really important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHYEw0W3yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UKGDOhegcEs/s1600-h/100_2045.jpg"&gt;                                                                 &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHYEw0W3yI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UKGDOhegcEs/s200/100_2045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233701818316807970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;After dinner, we made a trip out to our new home site, where they'd begun the excavation.  They will be laying the footers for the crawl space on Wednesday (same day Alysa starts school), so we are really excited!!  If everything continues to go well, we could be in our new home by Christmas! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHZMYEvcZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1z4PVg3101I/s1600-h/100_2049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHZMYEvcZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1z4PVg3101I/s200/100_2049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233703048625222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8702742115770920526?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8702742115770920526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8702742115770920526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8702742115770920526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8702742115770920526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-baaaaaack-whew.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaack!  Whew!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SKHLac7qWYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rhb3tE3XxZ0/s72-c/100_1990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-9177262411891522139</id><published>2008-07-16T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:43:05.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!  #3 is Outta' There!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6FEF2Y5CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L7MLsHOlQCU/s1600-h/100_1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6FEF2Y5CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L7MLsHOlQCU/s200/100_1952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223758923132625954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alysa has been somewhat troubled for quite a while now that she is going on 9 and has only lost 2 teeth!  It doesn't make it any easier when she gets on the Youngsville Blog and sees Katie loosing teeth left and right!  I've been noticing how her mouth is growing and her teeth are spreading out.  So I figured it was bound to happen pretty soon.  And tonight it finally did!  She was chewing a piece of gum and I looked at her and noticed her tooth was way over to the side and a gaping hole was there.  I said, "What's with your tooth?"  Well I guess my question struck a chord of fear in her little heart because she got this frantic look on her face and broke out in a run to the bathroom to take a gander for herself.  Of course when she saw that her tooth had moved over, she just would not be content until that puppy was outta' there.  She worked and worked and low and behold, she eventually appeared in the dining room, holding the little pearl in her hand.....all smiles (with a new hole).  I think she looks absolutely precious with that little space in her grin and I smile myself every time I see it.  Ah, the simple pleasures of being young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-9177262411891522139?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/9177262411891522139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=9177262411891522139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9177262411891522139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9177262411891522139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-3-is-outta-there.html' title='Finally!!  #3 is Outta&apos; There!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6FEF2Y5CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/L7MLsHOlQCU/s72-c/100_1952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3907766812731288915</id><published>2008-07-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:43:46.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6DW3c-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2XPYI3OnHM/s1600-h/Ya-Ya%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6DW3c-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2XPYI3OnHM/s200/Ya-Ya%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223757046662195042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, I've just been dying to introduce you all to  my new gal pals.  Our routine has become:  YMCA pretty much every morning, then water park/pizza on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  In between, we fill our time with all kinds of activities.  But we usually have a full on "girls night" every couple of weeks.  Thanks to all the supportive husbands who help make this happen!  We've also done game nights at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; home, which have proven to get loud and rowdy, but so so much fun.  Of course, there are always tasty treats involved.  But I must say, we're all trying to be health &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; these days.  So the treats are tasty and healthy as well.  We are only missing one in this pic, Jenny, who was MIA this day (she's pregnant and sick, but also had a toddler with tummy troubles).  In this picture is....Me, Niki H., Shantell, Niki T. (with Benson) and Cari.  They are all loads of fun.  If only we could have all the Louisiana girls and the Kentucky girls together!  Now THAT would be awesome!  I'm just so thankful for all my dear friends, wherever you may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3907766812731288915?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3907766812731288915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3907766812731288915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3907766812731288915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3907766812731288915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls.html' title='The Girls'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SH6DW3c-Z2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/I2XPYI3OnHM/s72-c/Ya-Ya%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2928207990448412842</id><published>2008-07-14T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:25:38.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  Print Error</title><content type='html'>Seems there was an error concerning where mom is going on her mission.  Instead of San Diego, she will be going to Sacramento, CA.  Bless her heart, she just got it mixed up during all the excitement!  I don't know much about either place.  But I'm sure she'll be great wherever she winds up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2928207990448412842?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2928207990448412842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2928207990448412842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2928207990448412842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2928207990448412842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/oops-print-error.html' title='Oops!  Print Error'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6428637789966400633</id><published>2008-07-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:40:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHqtxIEGJnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/13_RZh6si5Y/s1600-h/100_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHqtxIEGJnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/13_RZh6si5Y/s200/100_1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677777379370610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the longest time Alysa has been wanting one of these swirly lollipops.  Usually when we see them, we are at Cracker Barrel and they're kind of pricey.  So  last night Mark and I were in Wal Mart (date night) and found this jumbo thing for $1!!!  That's right!  One buck!!  So we surprised Alysa with it and you would have thought it was Christmas.  We both got a good chuckle when we saw her licking on it.....it was as big as her head!  She's just such a cutie and I'm so glad simple pleasures still make her happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6428637789966400633?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6428637789966400633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6428637789966400633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6428637789966400633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6428637789966400633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHqtxIEGJnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/13_RZh6si5Y/s72-c/100_1933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-26475191362306260</id><published>2008-07-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:19:37.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs = Ibuprofen + A Nice Cold Coca Cola!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in 1967&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/60s.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-26475191362306260?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/26475191362306260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=26475191362306260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/26475191362306260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/26475191362306260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/drugs-ibuprofen.html' title='Drugs = Ibuprofen + A Nice Cold Coca Cola!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8450464393781944452</id><published>2008-07-11T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:04:23.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHfJQ09tD8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EyNCtAdGc1U/s1600-h/100_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHfJQ09tD8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EyNCtAdGc1U/s200/100_1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221863583891918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I just say how crazy I am about my hubby?  He has been soooo overwhelmed by work, figuring out all the specifics and weighing the pros and cons of building vs. buying a home and all the other "activities" life throws at us.  Today we had a family "crisis" so I called him in the middle of his hectic day at work to cry on his shoulder.  He asked if we needed him to come home and I told him no.  Nevertheless, only a few minutes later I heard his key turning in the lock and there he stood, arms wide,  to "check on his girls" and make sure we were ok.  What a blessing he has been in my life.  He is always right by my side, ready to lend an ear, a shoulder or whatever else might be needed at the time.  I just cannot imagine life without him.  I love you, sweetie pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8450464393781944452?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8450464393781944452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8450464393781944452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8450464393781944452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8450464393781944452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHfJQ09tD8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/EyNCtAdGc1U/s72-c/100_1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5957884681166004687</id><published>2008-07-10T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:54:04.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All She Wants to Do is Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHX8yfy-7FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eA3jYtC9298/s1600-h/Skylar+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHX8yfy-7FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eA3jYtC9298/s200/Skylar+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221357287464954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHX8i9IXBnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FiyV3SI2myY/s1600-h/Skylar+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHX8i9IXBnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FiyV3SI2myY/s200/Skylar+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221357020461336178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Ya-Ya, some of the greatest joys in life are seeing your grand babies grow and change.  We were in love with Skylar from the second we laid eyes on her.  It's so hard to believe she's changed so much these past 2 years.  She's 3 now and certainly has her own cute little personality, mixed with a pinch of attitude.  OK, maybe more than a pinch.  But it just makes her so much more her own person and we absolutely LOVE her just the way she is.  It's been discovered she loves to dance, although still a little shy at times.  She fits right in with her Auntie Alysa, dancing, singing (she also loves Hanna Montana) and dressing up.  These pics are a prime example of what I'm talking about.  Is she cute or what?!  Love you Skylar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5957884681166004687?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5957884681166004687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5957884681166004687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5957884681166004687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5957884681166004687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-she-wants-to-do-is-dance.html' title='All She Wants to Do is Dance'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHX8yfy-7FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eA3jYtC9298/s72-c/Skylar+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-725850980555804526</id><published>2008-07-09T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:48:36.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Perry News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpaZmN30I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rge6eIZu5kY/s1600-h/Perry+in+Iraq+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpaZmN30I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rge6eIZu5kY/s200/Perry+in+Iraq+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221758195228073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpMbZWN5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/4hwcGKDesl0/s1600-h/Perry+in+Iraq+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpMbZWN5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/4hwcGKDesl0/s200/Perry+in+Iraq+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221757955192797074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpEZeveXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IEI_y5ZguNU/s1600-h/Perry+in+Iraq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpEZeveXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IEI_y5ZguNU/s200/Perry+in+Iraq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221757817239599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let everyone know the latest on Perry.  He calls fairly often (not often enough, of course, for my preference) to let us hear his voice and take another sigh of relief for one more day.  You may have heard about the Ambush in Afghanistan a couple of weeks ago (while we were on vacation).  Well, Perry was the lucky guy to receive that call and submit it.  It was a bit of excitement for him, and sadness, of course.  But they are all forging onward and he's doing well and looking forward to coming home, hopefully, late October/early November.  He sounds wonderful.....he likes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; about the more carefree times of his life and mentally taste the foods he misses so much.  I've sent him 4 care packages so far, jammed packed with comfort foods and other fun things, and he's receive several others boxes from friends and family.  He is so thankful for every single one of them and all the prayers and inquiries over his welfare.  I'd say he's developed a healthy appreciation for the good ol' US of A and how wonderfully blessed we are here.  He continues to amaze us with the giant leaps of growth and maturity he's made.  It's obvious to us that the Lord has his hand in Perry's life and we love what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   These pictures still take my breath away - to think my baby is doing such grown up things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-725850980555804526?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/725850980555804526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=725850980555804526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/725850980555804526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/725850980555804526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-perry-news.html' title='New Perry News'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHdpaZmN30I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Rge6eIZu5kY/s72-c/Perry+in+Iraq+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6940069165355979166</id><published>2008-07-08T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:19:43.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cal-i-forn-ia, Here She Comes!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHjnn_I44II/AAAAAAAAAJU/WN5Lc-Li5rU/s1600-h/100_1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHjnn_I44II/AAAAAAAAAJU/WN5Lc-Li5rU/s200/100_1665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222178442085720194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To everyone who knows my mom, she received her mission call yesterday!  She'll be going to the San Diego, California mission.  She is set to leave July 28, headed for the MTC in Utah.  She's been preparing for some time for this and is so excited.  California is one place none of us even thought about.  This is her second mission.  Her first being 12-13 years ago to Cape Town, South Africa.  This is a work she truly loves.  I think, given her choice, she'd serve a mission continually for the rest of her life.  She's a beautiful person with a great love for her Lord and Savior.  Congratulations, mom.  We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6940069165355979166?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6940069165355979166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6940069165355979166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6940069165355979166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6940069165355979166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-diego-here-she-comes.html' title='Cal-i-forn-ia, Here She Comes!!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SHjnn_I44II/AAAAAAAAAJU/WN5Lc-Li5rU/s72-c/100_1665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2507029795832483630</id><published>2008-07-07T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:54:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!!!</title><content type='html'>Although I am most grateful for this special day of the year (even more so now that I have a son in the military), our 4th this year started out waaaaay yucky.  My sweet little honey, Alysa, woke up promptly at 7 a.m. complaining of having a stomach ache.  We played it off because she'd been complaining for a couple of days because she'd "stretched" a little too much while dancing with some friends, making the muscles along her sides sore.  That was most definitely NOT the case today (boy, did we feel like heels!)!  Let me just say the situation went downhill rapidly.  She was sick as she could be the entire day.....no breaks.  Finally, I got wise and "introduced" some medicine for just such a problem and she quickly fell asleep and slept peacefully the rest of the night.  We tried to rouse her to watch the fireworks, but she just wasn't in the mood.  However, she was regretting that decision the following day.  Speaking of the fireworks........Richmond does the 2nd largest pyrotechnic show in the state, just across the street from where we live, over Lake Reba.  We were going to watch from a blanket beside the lake, but under the circumstances, we watched from our back patio instead.  We are located up on a hill and had a perfect view.  It was beautiful and truly tugged at our patriotic heart strings.  We'd invited friends over and grilled burgers and dogs and even had angel food cake with strawberries and blueberries and whipped cream (creating a yummy red, white and blue dessert)!  We even heard from both boys, Wes and Perry (via internet).  Just to hear Perry's voice from so far away and know he's doing well eases my heart and mind tremendously.  I have always been a crybaby when I hear the National Anthem.  But I boo-hoo'd through every comment and song during church on Sunday.  My heart is so full of gratitude to live in this wonderful, free, blessed country and for all those who made and continue to make it possible to have all that we have.  I love my family more than words....each one of them....and feel so tremendously blessed to be able to share my life with them.  And I'm so grateful for all the wonderful friends I've made throughout my life.  I thank the good Lord for them all every night.  May God continue to bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2507029795832483630?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2507029795832483630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2507029795832483630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2507029795832483630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2507029795832483630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5798766197351719761</id><published>2008-06-29T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:37:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SGfTdK67NPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sZsfQMKUKiA/s1600-h/2008+June.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SGfTdK67NPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sZsfQMKUKiA/s200/2008+June.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217371191433180402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are.....on the beach of TopSail, NC.  We were all together at our yearly vacation for an entire week!  It was wonderful to have  no responsibilities, time restraints or set schedules.  Just total freedom to come and go as we pleased, snack throughout the day, laugh and play and visit.  Isn't that what families should be about (besides, of course, the seriousness of "teaching/learning" from one another)?  I am a true believer in the fact that vacations and family time really do bring us all closer together.  It is soooo important in our own homes, as well as with our extended families.  Keeping our children closer to their cousins, aunts and uncles and grandparents is very important to me.  If they can't be together on a regular basis, special times, like vacations, become hugely important - at least in my mind.  I am so thankful for Marks' parents, who have made it a priority to have as many as their children/grandchildren as possible together every year to reinforce the bond already created.  Their message on the importance of family togetherness has obviously been received.  We all have a terrific time and look forward to the coming years' trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5798766197351719761?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5798766197351719761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5798766197351719761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5798766197351719761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5798766197351719761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/james-family-vacation.html' title='James Family Vacation'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SGfTdK67NPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/sZsfQMKUKiA/s72-c/2008+June.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4101441521722643085</id><published>2008-06-16T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:51:46.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' Up With the Girls</title><content type='html'>OK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lynetta&lt;/span&gt;, I've read all about your workouts and how so many of you gals meet at SPAR, admiring you and your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;  all the while.  My gal pals here have all started meeting at the YMCA...at 8:30 am!!!  We do "Triple Threat" class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and we will be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palates&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday and Thursday......until week after next, when we will do Group Circuit for the following 4 weeks (which I've been told is a real KILLER).  I've done pretty good at keeping up, but I HAVE made my share of modifications.  BIG DEAL!!!  At least I'm moving!  And we all get an A for effort!!  Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4101441521722643085?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4101441521722643085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4101441521722643085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4101441521722643085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4101441521722643085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/keepin-up-with-girls.html' title='Keepin&apos; Up With the Girls'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2173938299251239396</id><published>2008-06-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:08:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy!  Sissy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbIJFjRy7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wTEONQO7YV8/s1600-h/100_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbIJFjRy7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wTEONQO7YV8/s200/100_1894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212573677162449842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday my mom, sister and niece came from Texas for a visit.  I was so happy to see them.  We did some fun things, but not as many as I would have liked.  3 days is just not enough to catch up and see everything there is to see!  We took the ferry across the river (again).  It is just so neat and unusual, I want to show everyone.  Did a little shopping, of course,  spent a day at the water park,  cooked out on the grill and some other spur of the moment things.  We ended up in my bedroom late Saturday night.  I was singing my heart out to Christina Agulara, while Jeri Ann busted her moves....all to entertain my mother (and embarrass Ragan as well).  It was so much fun.  It was a long trip for them (and they may never do it again), but I totally loved having them around.  I miss them already!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2173938299251239396?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2173938299251239396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2173938299251239396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2173938299251239396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2173938299251239396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-sissy.html' title='Mommy!  Sissy!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbIJFjRy7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/wTEONQO7YV8/s72-c/100_1894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2826009156305615512</id><published>2008-06-10T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:49:28.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50th Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbDrnjHNsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LIQE-XfZZcQ/s1600-h/100_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbDrnjHNsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LIQE-XfZZcQ/s200/100_1881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212568772845975234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; This past weekend, we went to Virginia and celebrated Marks' parents 50th wedding anniversary. They are wonderful people and such great examples to their children. As a gift, we all wrote our own letters to them (real tear-jerkers) and compiled them in a hand-made album with an 8x10 black and white of them on their wedding day in the front. We also gathered almost the entire family for a special dinner. Mark's mom wore her original garter on her leg. Showing that off really set the place ablaze with laughter. The trip up and back was incredible. West Virginia is a breathtaking state, if you ever get the chance to see it. And it was wonderful coming back home to Kentucky. We enjoyed ball games with his sister, Lois, and her family. I almost got discovered (ha-ha!) when we were confronted right inside the stadium about singing for our supper - karaoke on top of the dugout, where you get applauded or boo'd by the audience. I almost took a shot, but I waited too long and they found 2 other suckers. But we had a great time and were thrilled to be close enough to his family that we could enjoy such a wonderful and special occasion with them. I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2826009156305615512?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2826009156305615512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2826009156305615512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2826009156305615512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2826009156305615512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/50th-celebration.html' title='50th Celebration'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SFbDrnjHNsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/LIQE-XfZZcQ/s72-c/100_1881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8790930475990778419</id><published>2008-06-10T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:51:22.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going....Going......SOLD!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, it finally happened!  We sold the house in Louisiana!!  We're officially "homeless".  ha-ha!  What a miracle it was, too.  The first offer (ever) came in on a Saturday and 2 weeks later it was CLOSED!  They put a contract on the house the Wednesday after their first offer and a week and a half later it was a done deal, 1 day after our contract with the realtor expired.  WOW!  I'm still reeling, but so grateful our prayers have been answered,  just in time to prevent us from having to pay 2 mortgages.  Never stop praying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8790930475990778419?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8790930475990778419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8790930475990778419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8790930475990778419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8790930475990778419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/goinggoingsold.html' title='going....Going......SOLD!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7616108617173321312</id><published>2008-06-04T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:36:52.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Bon Bons!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hello to the Bon Bon Club!!  There's a play group here in Kentucky.  But I got to thinking about my gal pals in Louisiana and just wanted to shout out to them!  Miss you guys!  Have a fun summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7616108617173321312?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7616108617173321312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7616108617173321312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7616108617173321312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7616108617173321312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-bon-bons.html' title='Hey, Bon Bons!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-3423306619740836614</id><published>2008-06-02T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:41:13.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK, we've barely been here two months and they've just announced they're splitting the wards!  Well, 1 ward, 1 branch.  Now I know that's supposed to be a good thing (and it is).  But I am just starting to know some names and faces, who belongs to who and what calling they have!  Now I feel like the rug's been jerked out from under me and I'm going to have to stay on top of this gigantic feat of learning new people and all about them. This is not the first time this has happened.  When we moved to LC, they had just recombined the wards, which I liked, and then a few years later, busted us up into 2 wards again, then combined us!!  Geeeeeez!  Not only that, but everywhere I have lived, TX, Utah, LA, they began re-doing the roads right after I got there.  And what do you think they've done here in KY?  Yep!  I'll bet we weren't here a month and they started ripping them up.  Thankfully, here they work at night, while I'M sleeping, and get quite a bit accomplished.  So it doesn't seem to be taking quite so long and we've got new roads!  Yeah!!  I figure it must have something to do with me, since these things seem to happen wherever I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-3423306619740836614?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/3423306619740836614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=3423306619740836614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3423306619740836614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/3423306619740836614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/must-be-me.html' title='Must be Me!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6606361615430641056</id><published>2008-06-02T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:31:19.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Second Score (I updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;72 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all, let me just thank Andrea for giving me one more OCD thing to do before I can start my day!  It is going to drive me crazy if I don't improve on that number, especially since your first post was 78!  Call it friendly competition or personal competition.  It really doesn't matter.....I want a higher score!  Plus I don't like when I misspell and the word turns green!  Makes me feel like I've got to start all over right then.  Eeeeeeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6606361615430641056?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6606361615430641056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6606361615430641056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6606361615430641056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6606361615430641056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-score.html' title='My Second Score (I updated)'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-9202227864340149577</id><published>2008-05-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:35:08.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night marked my official immersion into my new home.  GIRLS NIGHT!!!  I have definitely reunited with some kindred spirits here!  I have quickly become friends with people I'd swear I knew before.  It's such a comforting feeling to have friends that you can just be yourself with and be loved completely, where you don't have to start at ground level and build a friendship......like it's already been established and you can just pick up where you left off.  Ever have that feeling?  The plan was to have dinner at the Olive Garden and then catch a  movie.  But we were having such a good time laughing and talking at the table, we skipped the movie and moved our party to the parking lot.  We all have our own trials...each of us share our life's challenges and do all we can to lift and strengthen one another.  It forges a bond that is just invaluable.  There is a peace in my heart today because I know my Father sent us here for a purpose and I am loving our new surroundings and friends.  This is a shout out to my new girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-9202227864340149577?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/9202227864340149577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=9202227864340149577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9202227864340149577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9202227864340149577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-girls.html' title='My New Girls'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-180718606715000924</id><published>2008-05-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:20:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playin' Catch-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OK, I'm behind on my posts.....waaaayyyyyy behind.  The past 2 weeks have been full of activities.  I'm going to try to catch everyone up real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 2nd grade at Alysa's school had a basketball night where several 2nd grade teams played against each other.  It was so fun watching her on the court.  She was so excited to play.  But her competitive nature took a beating when her class lost both games.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtGdxIQfgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tSE_m4wqn5E/s1600-h/100_1830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtGdxIQfgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tSE_m4wqn5E/s200/100_1830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204831271574863362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marks' softball injury got worse before it got better. He was walking like a stiff, crippled old man.  Sorry to say, everyone got a good chuckle out of watching him hobble around.  He took a week off (the team) and now he's as good as new.  I'll let you know how it goes after tomorrow nights' game!   ha-ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alysa's school held a Luau after school one afternoon.  She and her best buddy, Hayley, had fun playing games, doing the limbo, eating snowcones and looking cute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtH4BIQfhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsICf3NObOo/s1600-h/100_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtH4BIQfhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vsICf3NObOo/s200/100_1833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204832822058057234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alysa received a trophy and tshirt for Accelerated Reader in her class.  We're so proud she likes to read and, along with her competitive nature (again), she works hard to be at the top of her class.  Here she is showing off her awards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtNURIQfkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XiL1-JfHpNA/s1600-h/100_1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtNURIQfkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XiL1-JfHpNA/s200/100_1858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204838804947500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary last Wednesday.  He sent me beautiful roses and  the whole family went to dinner at Outback - yummmm!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtOAxIQflI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q3GlNs6jfSk/s1600-h/100_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtOAxIQflI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q3GlNs6jfSk/s200/100_1867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204839569451679314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All last week was filled with fun and adventure as Wes, Wendy and Skylar came for a weeks' visit.  We had a great time at the park, shopping, playing putt-putt, cooking good foods  and just hanging out.  Skylar has really grown and for&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtMABIQfjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1biL3Xg3B7E/s1600-h/100_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtMABIQfjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1biL3Xg3B7E/s200/100_1866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837357543521842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the first time EVER, she wanted Ya Ya to play with her, hold her, push her on the swing, etc.  Of course, I was eatin' it up!!  I started missing them 2 days before they even left!  It was a great week for all of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtL_xIQfiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FW3dVfzV6Hg/s1600-h/100_1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtL_xIQfiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FW3dVfzV6Hg/s200/100_1861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204837353248554530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark, Alysa and I visited Fort Boonesborough this weekend.  This is the Fort Daniel Boone built back in the 1700's where he and other settlers lived and traded with the Indians who were already here.  It was such a neat place to visit.  Each cabin was a shop of some kind.....wood worker, candle maker, general store, etc.;  or showed how they actually lived in that room, big fireplaces, lofts for the children to sleep in, kitchen counters, very little space.  The courtyard was the "village" area where the blacksmith was set up, along with tents, musicians...everything was so authentic you would swear you were back in time.  Here I am wearing a yoke holding buckets of corn and potatoes.  Unbelievably comfortable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtRGhIQfmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zJN3xr_gJwQ/s1600-h/100_1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtRGhIQfmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zJN3xr_gJwQ/s200/100_1872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204842966770810466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtRHhIQfnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PfoB8L8ipo0/s1600-h/100_1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtRHhIQfnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PfoB8L8ipo0/s200/100_1871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204842983950679666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-180718606715000924?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/180718606715000924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=180718606715000924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/180718606715000924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/180718606715000924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/playin-catch-up.html' title='Playin&apos; Catch-Up'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SDtGdxIQfgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tSE_m4wqn5E/s72-c/100_1830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6343100826968809368</id><published>2008-05-13T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:16:10.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmXV9Wzo7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/h7ru9P8Gn4Y/s1600-h/100_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmXV9Wzo7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/h7ru9P8Gn4Y/s200/100_1817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199853648279217074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmXWdWzo8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9NiJd-ZKjQ/s1600-h/100_1818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmXWdWzo8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9NiJd-ZKjQ/s200/100_1818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199853656869151682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mother's Day weekend was spent with Mark's parents, who came for their first visit from Virginia.  We had a great time...the weather on Saturday was perfect.  We visited a nearby town for an International Arts Festival, where they had not only arts tents, but also music provided by musicians from different countries, as well as dances and reenactments.  Of course, any time there's a fair or festival, there's wonderful aromas floating on the breeze.  We strolled, shopped and munched on kettle corn, listening to the festive music in the background.  Sunday was spent at church and relaxing, as the weather was quite the opposite of the day before....cold, windy and rainy.  But I received calls from both my sweet boys, which just made the day perfect; and I cuddled and baked cookies with Alysa.  Couldn't ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6343100826968809368?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6343100826968809368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6343100826968809368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6343100826968809368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6343100826968809368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-weekend.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmXV9Wzo7I/AAAAAAAAAFE/h7ru9P8Gn4Y/s72-c/100_1817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7366470263143645716</id><published>2008-05-13T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:29:47.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmQ2NWzo2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9S5om_njUWQ/s1600-h/100_1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmQ2NWzo2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9S5om_njUWQ/s200/100_1800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199846505748603746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alysa's first play was last Thursday.  It was called "Bugz"...she was a butterfly.  But there was just about every kind of bug you could think of.  They either had a speaking part or did a dance.  Of course, the butterflies had to dance!  She had the best time, showing off her butterfly beauty, and singing and dancing (2 things she LOVES to do)!  Here she is with her new-found friend from Mark's office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7366470263143645716?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7366470263143645716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7366470263143645716&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7366470263143645716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7366470263143645716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/bugz.html' title='Bugz!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmQ2NWzo2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9S5om_njUWQ/s72-c/100_1800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7872673943511078079</id><published>2008-05-13T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:54:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' His Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmPftWzo1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FKzSwfN2PC4/s1600-h/100_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmPftWzo1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FKzSwfN2PC4/s200/100_1792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199845019689919314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, it's been a week since Mark started playing softball on a church league....first time since Alysa was a baby.  He made sure to warm up before the game.  But I'm afraid all those years of little to no exercise still caught up with him.  He did great out on the field.  But for the following week (almost) he's been feeling the effects.  I was proud of him for giving it a go and he's having a good time.....that should be an indication of who didn't win!! Ha-Ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7872673943511078079?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7872673943511078079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7872673943511078079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7872673943511078079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7872673943511078079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/feelin-his-age.html' title='Feelin&apos; His Age'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SCmPftWzo1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FKzSwfN2PC4/s72-c/100_1792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4122953639122330017</id><published>2008-05-06T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T06:48:20.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Additions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In addition to the "things I LOVE" entry, I would just like to add I LOVE the Book of Mormon.  And I absolutely LOVE (above anything else) the sweet feeling of the Holy Spirit.  Wish I could have that feeling continually, all day, everyday.  I also LOVE hearing my sons voices on the phone. I LOVE that they think of me and call me to tell me what's going on in their lives.  They still call me "mommy" (both in their 20's).  I LOVE that!!  And I LOVE to rub my cheek on Alysa's cheek.  It is sooooooo soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4122953639122330017?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4122953639122330017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4122953639122330017&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4122953639122330017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4122953639122330017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-additions.html' title='Little Additions'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1360403443571591263</id><published>2008-05-05T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:47:32.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This 'n That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to let you know a little about what we've been up to.......last week we had dinner at a place on the river that was established in the late 1700's, in Daniel Boone's day.  He's a real celebrity here.  LOL  There were stone walls on either side of the river and the restaurant hung off the side of one.  Alysa had fun dropping food over the railing (we ate outdoors) and watching the garganchuan fish surface to eat the goodies.  This past weekend we visited the planetarium on the EKU campus, fished, mini golfed, played wiffle ball, did the church thing and hosted a dinner with the missionaries.  Also, Alysa started learning how to crochet, something she's been wanting to do for a while now.  A group of ladies at the church have a group that meets weekly.  When we realized they weren't having Achievement Days, Alysa squeezed right in and they set her up with needle, yarn and instructions.  She can't wait for the next "meeting".  Sorry, no pictures this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1360403443571591263?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1360403443571591263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1360403443571591263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1360403443571591263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1360403443571591263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-n-that.html' title='This &apos;n That'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-6534010153306842117</id><published>2008-04-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:04:06.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith &amp; Carrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKwt-BhRI/AAAAAAAAADs/XWmruGNCZ3U/s1600-h/100_1773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKwt-BhRI/AAAAAAAAADs/XWmruGNCZ3U/s200/100_1773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194280683564008722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKxN-BhSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/q-YFdHH3Hdc/s1600-h/100_1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKxN-BhSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/q-YFdHH3Hdc/s200/100_1779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194280692153943330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKxd-BhTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/igDoVXHHtgg/s1600-h/100_1774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKxd-BhTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/igDoVXHHtgg/s200/100_1774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194280696448910642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK, OK....I know you've all been wringing your hands, waiting for info about the Keith and Carrie concert!!  Well, at least Susan and Vicki.....of course, it goes without saying the concert was fantastic.  But here are some exciting tidbits that were a little out of the norm......it was the last concert date of this tour which meant it went extra long PLUS it was taped for an upcoming DVD...Alysa was filmed wearing her "Take Me Back Stage" t-shirt so she COULD be on the DVD...we were privileged to see the Keith and Carrie duet of "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" that Susan has circulated (it was way better live!)...and we got a spot appearance from Nicole Kidman as she was waiting in the wing.  Also, Mark's office assistant once dated John Michael Montgomery and we all bumped into him with his family while in the arena.  He was never one of my favorites.  But I thought it was kind of cool.  Alysa was bummed she wasn't invited back stage.  But we had great fun anyway.  Plus, if she gets on the DVD, that can be her claim to fame.  Even Mark had a great time.  He likes Keith way more than he did before.  He was impressed with Keith's incredible talent.  I think he may be converted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-6534010153306842117?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/6534010153306842117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=6534010153306842117&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6534010153306842117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/6534010153306842117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/keith-carrie.html' title='Keith &amp; Carrie'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SBXKwt-BhRI/AAAAAAAAADs/XWmruGNCZ3U/s72-c/100_1773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-5156266566700105048</id><published>2008-04-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:07:42.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;If you've been reading my blog at all since I started, you have probably noticed that as I am typing a post, I will commonly interject "which I LOVE".  This, most likely, will continue.  It is a quick and simple way I have of sort of acknowledging Heavenly Father as the provider of these simple gifts and my gratitude to Him for them.  Here are some of the things I LOVE....first and foremost, my FAMILY, each one of them bring me joy in different ways....fresh, clean sheets that smell and feel like fabric softener...feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin...just a sunny day in general...the smell and crackle of a cozy fire on a chilly night...electronics and the conveniences they can be in everyday life...the smell of a baby all rubbed down with lotion...fat, squishy baby thighs...food (enough said)...the innocent laughter of children playing...stretching...an occasional nap...the smell of clover...soft, padded socks...the kind of tired you feel after working outside in the yard all day.  These are just a few of the things that quickly pop into mind...there are many more still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-5156266566700105048?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/5156266566700105048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=5156266566700105048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5156266566700105048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/5156266566700105048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-love.html' title='Things I LOVE'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-1373364023973031020</id><published>2008-04-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:14:20.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skylar's 3!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w79-BhPI/AAAAAAAAADc/skBbZc6Q--4/s1600-h/Skylar%27s+3rd+B-Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w79-BhPI/AAAAAAAAADc/skBbZc6Q--4/s200/Skylar%27s+3rd+B-Day.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192070858465707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On April 12, our sweet little Skylar turned 3!!  Her party theme was "Mickey Mouse".  All you party cake crazies out there, check out this precious cake!!  She had a big blow out at a place in Longview, called "Kids Station", where they have lots of indoor climbing and jumping "thingies".  I really  miss being so far away from her (and her mommy and daddy).  But I'm so grateful for digital cameras and computers so we can get pictures fast!!  I think she looks like Minnie with that big bow in her hair.  Ain't she a&lt;br /&gt;beaut?  We love you, Skylar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w8d-BhQI/AAAAAAAAADk/1F-njaiPrJ4/s1600-h/Skylar%27s+B-Day+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w8d-BhQI/AAAAAAAAADk/1F-njaiPrJ4/s200/Skylar%27s+B-Day+Cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192070867055641858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w8d-BhQI/AAAAAAAAADk/1F-njaiPrJ4/s1600-h/Skylar%27s+B-Day+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-1373364023973031020?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/1373364023973031020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=1373364023973031020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1373364023973031020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/1373364023973031020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/skylars-3.html' title='Skylar&apos;s 3!!!'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SA3w79-BhPI/AAAAAAAAADc/skBbZc6Q--4/s72-c/Skylar%27s+3rd+B-Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8227436823339148820</id><published>2008-04-22T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:05:09.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Saw on my Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I'm in a nice, safe (or so it feels) neighborhood, I've decided to get out and get some fresh air and exercise.  It's so beautiful here it would be a shame to miss out by exercising indoors.  Just a few things I saw on my walk this morning.....a jet plane making white streaks across a clear blue sky, birds playing in flight while singing me a beautiful song, dew glistening on the pasture land, rocks and pebbles in my path, just waiting for me to kick them along (which I LOVE to do!), a little yellow butterfly flittering along side me as I made my way, a buckskin colored horse feeding on the delicious green grass of the meadow, the sunlight dancing on the water of a winding brook, a tiny waterfall spilling over the rock wall.  These were just a handful of things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt;.  It doesn't count all the sounds and smells.  Who would want to miss out on all these creations and the experience of de-stressing, filling your lungs with fresh air, unwinding, communing with nature and .....feeling the burn?  It was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8227436823339148820?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8227436823339148820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8227436823339148820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8227436823339148820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8227436823339148820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-saw-on-my-morning-walk.html' title='Things I Saw on my Morning Walk'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-8447940818483055844</id><published>2008-04-17T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T06:21:12.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Perry News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few days ago I found out 5 Marines from Perry's batallion had been killed by a car bomb while out on patrol.  My heart sank for all the parents and family members of those Marines, as well as their brothers in the corp.  Please continue to send up your prayers for our men and women sacrificing so much for our freedom.  They need and deserve our support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-8447940818483055844?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/8447940818483055844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=8447940818483055844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8447940818483055844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/8447940818483055844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-perry-news.html' title='More Perry News'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-343652734214638018</id><published>2008-04-15T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:18:49.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics By Alysa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATGj5PsQyI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kycC4ZZLYk/s1600-h/100_1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATGj5PsQyI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kycC4ZZLYk/s200/100_1743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189490990602011426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATGkJPsQzI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqF9OHZFnBE/s1600-h/100_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATGkJPsQzI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZqF9OHZFnBE/s200/100_1746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189490994896978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alysa has decided she likes photography!  She's starting out by taking pictures of still life (plants, in this case) and she likes taking pictures of her friends and family.  I am going to encourage her to develop this talent...you never know where her "work" could end up!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-343652734214638018?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/343652734214638018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=343652734214638018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/343652734214638018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/343652734214638018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/pics-by-alysa.html' title='Pics By Alysa'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATGj5PsQyI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kycC4ZZLYk/s72-c/100_1743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-929933381261182606</id><published>2008-04-15T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:55:41.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perry News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATBzpPsQvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G7b5QAjMcHY/s1600-h/your+baby+boy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATBzpPsQvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G7b5QAjMcHY/s200/your+baby+boy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189485763626812146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry to say I don't have any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; pictures.  But there some of you who want updates on Perry.  He is currently in Iraq, although we are not allowed to know the specific location.  He assures me everything is fine and not to worry (knowing all the while that I'm likely to do it anyway).  He says the food is the best he's ever eaten anywhere.  Funny, that is one of the things all mothers want to make sure of...that their baby is eating well.  Some info about where he's living....the building use to be a resort, but the walls are now covered in bullet holes, no indoor plumbing (that's in a separate building) and they've rigged the door to close with a rope and bag of water because there were no workable hinges.  He had his guitar shipped over and I sent him "Cranium", a board game to play in whatever spare time he might have.  He promises he's going to call and email more often, as soon as they get some things squared away.  They're apparently very busy at first.  Overall, he sounds good and welcomes mail, goody boxes, prayers, your love, any correspondence at all.  I do believe he is becoming more aware of just how blessed we are here in the promised land.  Keep praying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-929933381261182606?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/929933381261182606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=929933381261182606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/929933381261182606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/929933381261182606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/perry-news.html' title='Perry News'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SATBzpPsQvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G7b5QAjMcHY/s72-c/your+baby+boy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-4491827829016798632</id><published>2008-04-14T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:37:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Scenic Ferry Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmp5PsQsI/AAAAAAAAACU/VWnFQpVsZBw/s1600-h/100_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmp5PsQsI/AAAAAAAAACU/VWnFQpVsZBw/s200/100_1737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189244803076604610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmqJPsQtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VFiPwrXwn4g/s1600-h/100_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmqJPsQtI/AAAAAAAAACc/VFiPwrXwn4g/s200/100_1738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189244807371571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmqZPsQuI/AAAAAAAAACk/IFchBp1ektg/s1600-h/100_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmqZPsQuI/AAAAAAAAACk/IFchBp1ektg/s200/100_1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189244811666539234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took the scenic "back roads" tour to nearby Lexington on Saturday, just to get out and get a feel for our new surroundings.  We'd heard about the Valley View Ferry you have to drive your car on that takes you across the river.  This ferry has been in service since 1785, well before the Civil War, and flies 2 flags, Virginia and Kentucky, because when the ferry was established, Kentucky hadn't become an independent state yet.  The wall Alysa and Mark are on was hand built and there are walls like this all over the place.  They go on forever sometimes.  I can just imagine all the hard work it took to build them.  They're so beautiful and historical.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-4491827829016798632?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/4491827829016798632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=4491827829016798632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4491827829016798632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/4491827829016798632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-scenic-ferry-ride.html' title='Our Scenic Ferry Ride'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPmp5PsQsI/AAAAAAAAACU/VWnFQpVsZBw/s72-c/100_1737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-2975749430377796959</id><published>2008-04-14T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:58:26.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from Our New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi6JPsQoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GqCHVCRPPoc/s1600-h/100_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi6JPsQoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GqCHVCRPPoc/s200/100_1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189240684202967682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi6pPsQpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7gDSiMhrlFA/s1600-h/100_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi6pPsQpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7gDSiMhrlFA/s200/100_1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189240692792902290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi65PsQqI/AAAAAAAAACE/BNobUP0YdKo/s1600-h/100_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi65PsQqI/AAAAAAAAACE/BNobUP0YdKo/s200/100_1726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189240697087869602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi7ZPsQrI/AAAAAAAAACM/cdqnl-QnF0w/s1600-h/100_1725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi7ZPsQrI/AAAAAAAAACM/cdqnl-QnF0w/s200/100_1725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189240705677804210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, most of you probably don't know that I LOOOOOOOVE old barns!  And I am absolutely in heaven here in Kentucky because they are EVERYWHERE!  I can barely get Alysa to school safely every morning because I'm drinking in all the rolling hills with these gigantic barns plopped down everywhere I look.  I may have to start a photo journal!  Mark says this use to be tobacco growing country so they had barns to cure the tobacco and barns for the cattle and farm supplies.  That's why there's so many.  Just sharing a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt; that I was able to photograph on our drive Saturday.  Aren't they beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-2975749430377796959?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/2975749430377796959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=2975749430377796959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2975749430377796959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/2975749430377796959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/scenes-from-our-new-home.html' title='Scenes from Our New Home'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SAPi6JPsQoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GqCHVCRPPoc/s72-c/100_1733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-9023120083772329488</id><published>2008-04-08T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:38:04.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin' in the Holler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tzcCQnsvI/AAAAAAAAABs/bn1doKIFJ2o/s1600-h/100_1710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tzcCQnsvI/AAAAAAAAABs/bn1doKIFJ2o/s200/100_1710.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186866321327370994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tzISQnsuI/AAAAAAAAABk/yKgz9oMPZ2U/s1600-h/100_1712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tzISQnsuI/AAAAAAAAABk/yKgz9oMPZ2U/s200/100_1712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186865982024954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend we had some absolutely gorgeous weather.  Naturally we had to take advantage.  Right across the road from our pod is a gigantic recreational park with a beautiful little lake (Lake Reba).  Alysa has been pleading to go fishing since we got here and this seemed like the perfect day.  She was the only one to actually make a catch.  So, of course, we've got to show  it                                                                             off!!  It's a big 'un!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-9023120083772329488?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/9023120083772329488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=9023120083772329488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9023120083772329488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/9023120083772329488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/fishin-in-holler.html' title='Fishin&apos; in the Holler'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tzcCQnsvI/AAAAAAAAABs/bn1doKIFJ2o/s72-c/100_1710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203584963075946166.post-7490763444896542770</id><published>2008-04-08T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:21:36.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tvaSQnsrI/AAAAAAAAABM/6XzldWvmhFk/s1600-h/100_1713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tvaSQnsrI/AAAAAAAAABM/6XzldWvmhFk/s200/100_1713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186861893216088754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, today was Alysa's 2nd first day of school!!  Of course I mean her first day of school in Kentucky.  Her day was "GREAT!!!"  She met a classroom full of new kids....all the girls wanted her to sit by them at lunch and play with them at recess.  Thank heavens she is still at the age where "the new girl" is exciting and everyone wants to be her friend.  Everyone at the new school was sooooo kind and welcomed her very warmly.  They have a full-sized gym and Friday they will be playing volleyball during gym class.  Volleyball just happens to be the one sport she is totally interested in playing!  How lucky is that?!  OH!!  And, this school doesn't require uniforms until middle school.  So this fashion diva had to go shopping for a new wardrobe!  Here she is showing off her "First Day" ensemble.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/203584963075946166-7490763444896542770?l=jamestownholler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/feeds/7490763444896542770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=203584963075946166&amp;postID=7490763444896542770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7490763444896542770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/203584963075946166/posts/default/7490763444896542770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jamestownholler.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-first-day.html' title='2nd First Day'/><author><name>Stacy James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866188807885302010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/SuiTyT6waDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JBI1rjBR0W8/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1zNpkPYMGZA/R_tvaSQnsrI/AAAAAAAAABM/6XzldWvmhFk/s72-c/100_1713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
