<?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-571298319639099933</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:32:16.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Little Famiy BIG Heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-987904554200230295</id><published>2011-11-08T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:05:31.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days of Par-Tay's!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FshfGfRbmDA/Trnplu73fuI/AAAAAAAAA20/PDrGwwu0B40/s1600/IMG_0805.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FshfGfRbmDA/Trnplu73fuI/AAAAAAAAA20/PDrGwwu0B40/s400/IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672822040113413858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls birthday in a nutshell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa was great at a free purchase of leaves for the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-7OT12qAs8/TrnpkeHFZUI/AAAAAAAAA2s/ZIgt3RIhh2Q/s1600/IMG_0027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-7OT12qAs8/TrnpkeHFZUI/AAAAAAAAA2s/ZIgt3RIhh2Q/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672822018417190210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for the par-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt; at Micheal's = exhaustion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk2jFDccw1s/TrnpjxVVD0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/aWIaGDiv-S4/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk2jFDccw1s/TrnpjxVVD0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/aWIaGDiv-S4/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672822006397341506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Breakfast #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBt2-lpNoeU/TrnpjD9RoNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ne_S926QP1Y/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBt2-lpNoeU/TrnpjD9RoNI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Ne_S926QP1Y/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672821994216857810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Breakfast #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGpXSQi4kVs/Trnpi64qGSI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nMYsmW4NOKc/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGpXSQi4kVs/Trnpi64qGSI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nMYsmW4NOKc/s400/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672821991781570850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting hair done 2 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub6uCDD16IQ/TrnlJebQSEI/AAAAAAAAA14/M2AJhLA8YPU/s1600/IMG_0787.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub6uCDD16IQ/TrnlJebQSEI/AAAAAAAAA14/M2AJhLA8YPU/s400/IMG_0787.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672817156598810690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HaPpY&lt;/span&gt; moment of a week of preparation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t69bkJNiXqM/TrnlI4y1j4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/iTv_Ge73eHE/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t69bkJNiXqM/TrnlI4y1j4I/AAAAAAAAA1s/iTv_Ge73eHE/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672817146497175426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Text to the mom saying "We didn't do it" = mommy throwing phone across the room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(softly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zUp9gp5KDI/TrnlIAC-ZTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/yUhcHYZPtq0/s1600/IMG_0048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zUp9gp5KDI/TrnlIAC-ZTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/yUhcHYZPtq0/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672817131264042290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 par-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tay&lt;/span&gt; Fancy Nancy for 2 girls= the cutest kids I have ever seen  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzzhhpjX1co/TrnlHhBZ1EI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yqmYhSFz15w/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzzhhpjX1co/TrnlHhBZ1EI/AAAAAAAAA1U/yqmYhSFz15w/s400/IMG_0082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672817122935952450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 "death cake" + the look on mommy's flu like face = a cake mommy will never make again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KBovdUMkbU/TrnlHby1_YI/AAAAAAAAA1I/FxF05p_b_Xo/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KBovdUMkbU/TrnlHby1_YI/AAAAAAAAA1I/FxF05p_b_Xo/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672817121532706178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;= 2 happy girls that mommy would do it all over again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-987904554200230295?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/987904554200230295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=987904554200230295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/987904554200230295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/987904554200230295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-days-of-par-tays.html' title='2 Days of Par-Tay&apos;s!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FshfGfRbmDA/Trnplu73fuI/AAAAAAAAA20/PDrGwwu0B40/s72-c/IMG_0805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8133216044830691304</id><published>2011-10-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:26:12.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZWCOUYcrwg/TpsC-edKk0I/AAAAAAAAAz8/07-reqJWU5U/s1600/IMG_2648.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZWCOUYcrwg/TpsC-edKk0I/AAAAAAAAAz8/07-reqJWU5U/s400/IMG_2648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664124228699067202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile BIG Mia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUhb7hPQG3k/TpsCfLq8-aI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6a7CivKIOZM/s1600/IMG_2647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IUhb7hPQG3k/TpsCfLq8-aI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6a7CivKIOZM/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664123691080677794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have scheduled two family pictures sessions.  I have had to cancel them twice because of our great Idaho Falls weather.  So alas we have no photos.  I had to take this to prove their outfits matched.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade has been doing great in school.  Far better than I did at her age.  I got an email from her teacher that she has been moved in an advanced reading class.  I almost did the happy dance at work when I read that.  I had a math and a reading tutor in the second grade and I still consider myself lacking a extra chromosome when it comes to reading.  We try to do all of her homework for the week on Tuesday so she can relax durning the week.  Plus she gets done with it so fast I just tell her to finish through the week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Mia Love is a hand full.  She knows her ABC's and all the Taylor Swift songs you can imagine.  She follows Jade like a puppy looking for something to chomp on. She is a spunky little girl that make our hearts melt when she smiles.  She does however remind me a little of Bryan.  She always has that S$%&amp;amp; grin on her face that is trouble.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cup runneth over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8133216044830691304?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8133216044830691304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8133216044830691304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8133216044830691304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8133216044830691304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-update.html' title='Fall Update'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZWCOUYcrwg/TpsC-edKk0I/AAAAAAAAAz8/07-reqJWU5U/s72-c/IMG_2648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8442890390819335567</id><published>2011-10-16T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:09:10.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor Swift 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESG5-83E9T4/Tpr_menKuuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/yWBOlVektsw/s1600/IMG_2596.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESG5-83E9T4/Tpr_menKuuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/yWBOlVektsw/s400/IMG_2596.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120517889276642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been planning this FOREVER.  We bought the tickets in April and it was a long 5 months to wait.  I had to sign her out of school and give a reason why she was leaving early.  I will admit that I felt cool when I wrote CONCERT next to her name.  Then I couldn't stop laughing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXsWbGOWFXg/Tpr_Y-Jm-eI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yX4ZqaNAocE/s1600/IMG_0914.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXsWbGOWFXg/Tpr_Y-Jm-eI/AAAAAAAAAzU/yX4ZqaNAocE/s400/IMG_0914.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120285837064674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say that I must be going through my childhood of missing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NKOTB because I had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJU9LVQo65o/Tpr_Yrn87iI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jw2YV7Jrx0Y/s1600/IMG_2597.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJU9LVQo65o/Tpr_Yrn87iI/AAAAAAAAAzM/jw2YV7Jrx0Y/s400/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120280864058914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope she remembers it for a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1_H2HA3Pj0/Tpr_Xv4r9XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/SqP-cYK67O8/s1600/IMG_0913.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B1_H2HA3Pj0/Tpr_Xv4r9XI/AAAAAAAAAzE/SqP-cYK67O8/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120264828122482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aupxae71Cr4/Tpr_Xc4tNpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GYDWlDw5q4o/s1600/IMG_2592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aupxae71Cr4/Tpr_Xc4tNpI/AAAAAAAAAy0/GYDWlDw5q4o/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664120259727931026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8442890390819335567?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8442890390819335567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8442890390819335567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8442890390819335567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8442890390819335567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/10/taylor-swift-2011.html' title='Taylor Swift 2011'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ESG5-83E9T4/Tpr_menKuuI/AAAAAAAAAzk/yWBOlVektsw/s72-c/IMG_2596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7851281113608733293</id><published>2011-09-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:11:47.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGpwQYQT9Do/TnZMBgpf5zI/AAAAAAAAAys/ga1SfrQkGFc/s1600/05%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653789971037808434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGpwQYQT9Do/TnZMBgpf5zI/AAAAAAAAAys/ga1SfrQkGFc/s400/05%2B094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiPhCigZwN8/TnZMBfl_mSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fUkLKmaGR8U/s1600/Birthday%2B2009%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653789970754672930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DiPhCigZwN8/TnZMBfl_mSI/AAAAAAAAAyk/fUkLKmaGR8U/s400/Birthday%2B2009%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnNOWz_UYeE/TnZMBBi7KTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NbQB7yiFQjs/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653789962688735538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnNOWz_UYeE/TnZMBBi7KTI/AAAAAAAAAyc/NbQB7yiFQjs/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgMkBDP6Mw/TnZMA-RzEpI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eNL02DtK2rc/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653789961811595922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgMkBDP6Mw/TnZMA-RzEpI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eNL02DtK2rc/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDeGMUTRMy4/TnZMA2YHAuI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nIsX5aObgPg/s1600/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653789959690584802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDeGMUTRMy4/TnZMA2YHAuI/AAAAAAAAAyM/nIsX5aObgPg/s400/DSC00498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0PoF0sqkg8/TnZJ5-s14KI/AAAAAAAAAyE/A8M6VHsm1Jw/s1600/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653787642642686114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V0PoF0sqkg8/TnZJ5-s14KI/AAAAAAAAAyE/A8M6VHsm1Jw/s400/DSC00093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was having a bad mommy day. Both kids were back talking me and I remember when that wasn't an issue. Mia has even started it. Last night she told Jade, "I don't like you Jade." I quickly explained we don't ever say that to our family. Jade and I were having a discussion the other night and she said, "You don't think I'm important." Really. Then I thought.... Oh my, wait until she is 12. I can only picture my life in 10 years. I will have to make some adjustments in my attitude also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I am going through old pictures, and remembering the good old days.The good ole' of not having to resure them their self worth and not wanting to pull out my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7851281113608733293?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7851281113608733293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7851281113608733293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7851281113608733293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7851281113608733293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-i-was-having-bad-mommy-day.html' title='Woe is Me'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGpwQYQT9Do/TnZMBgpf5zI/AAAAAAAAAys/ga1SfrQkGFc/s72-c/05%2B094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2105567244149573429</id><published>2011-08-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:46:12.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of 2024</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNdaBnakGEc/Tl2tcOL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CzqCR1SEt0s/s1600/IMG_2484.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNdaBnakGEc/Tl2tcOL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CzqCR1SEt0s/s400/IMG_2484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646860208148524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we go...... My oldest is doing the unthinkable- in my mind.  She is going to start the process. The Big K.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was thankful for her teacher on the first day. We went to her class and had to do a scavenger hunt.  Basically, it walked her through her day and showed her what she is going to be doing on a daily basis.  We were only there for 30 minutes tops.  It gave her a little extra chance to get more comfortable with her teacher.  Mind you, her teacher sent an email saying she didn't have one tear shed last year, and she was going for two years in a row.  I thought to myself- My kid is going to ruin this streak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone knows I have an emotional child.  I love this about her and I embrace it...  It is part of her personality.  But, it is on days like this one that I want to throw up.  I would love a Xanax myself.  I feel her pain.  All my memories come back to me of the first day of school and how I would make myself sick.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's getting closer.... So far, so good....  Jade is saying, "Mom no pictures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:  "Get over it Jade.  There is no way I won't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade:  Giggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:  "Jade turn around."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW6k6ekYiok/Tl2tJ1geNLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nQBjFX3BMRs/s1600/IMG_2490.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW6k6ekYiok/Tl2tJ1geNLI/AAAAAAAAAx0/nQBjFX3BMRs/s400/IMG_2490.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646859892286174386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it comes..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade:  "No pictures, mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:  "OK"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't resist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVkedgibRSQ/Tl2tJK0yjZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/wn7eNOuVWVs/s1600/IMG_2491.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tVkedgibRSQ/Tl2tJK0yjZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/wn7eNOuVWVs/s400/IMG_2491.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646859880828669330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The teacher says, "OK kids, blow a kiss to your mom and dad".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade starts clawing at me like a caged animal. Finally I asked the teacher to take her by the hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SwQWU5qzTc/Tl2tI335YiI/AAAAAAAAAxc/MPiYOB_z-Co/s1600/IMG_2492.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1SwQWU5qzTc/Tl2tI335YiI/AAAAAAAAAxc/MPiYOB_z-Co/s400/IMG_2492.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646859875741426210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jade saw these pictures and wanted me to delete them.  She even grabbed my phone and tried.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We picked her up and celebrated at Leo's.  Idaho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Falls's&lt;/span&gt; version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese.  "HELL".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, we came home to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNhvs1TglYs/Tl2tInZZeoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/AXB11_Q2MTo/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SNhvs1TglYs/Tl2tInZZeoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/AXB11_Q2MTo/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646859871318538882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Katie, Izzy, and Cam Cam left this for her.  You are the best.  It made her day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is now hanging in our garage waiting for her tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully with no tears and all smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2105567244149573429?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2105567244149573429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2105567244149573429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2105567244149573429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2105567244149573429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/08/class-of-2024.html' title='Class of 2024'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNdaBnakGEc/Tl2tcOL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAx8/CzqCR1SEt0s/s72-c/IMG_2484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6851024529131725261</id><published>2011-08-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T22:03:43.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9W4Z11qTegM/Tkn5G1Vrk2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/MpyDIJuMd4Y/s1600/IMG_0704.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9W4Z11qTegM/Tkn5G1Vrk2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/MpyDIJuMd4Y/s400/IMG_0704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641313904050803554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you are going through these pictures click on a country song of your wish and enjoy.  Chris Isaak is a nice touch too.   This was a perfect vacation.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOCC6A03NGA/Tkn5GZQDriI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lXayNfAa8gA/s1600/IMG_2423.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOCC6A03NGA/Tkn5GZQDriI/AAAAAAAAAxE/lXayNfAa8gA/s400/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641313896511024674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWzP46lIxpI/Tkn2FBYlvfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PCiwLftbWNE/s1600/IMG_2461.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KWzP46lIxpI/Tkn2FBYlvfI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PCiwLftbWNE/s400/IMG_2461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641310574389607922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely love this picture.  I think of when I was little and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bry&lt;/span&gt; taking his little sister fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this was really cute adorable little me fishing with my BIG bro I would be thinking...... "I really don't like his girlfriend.  I mean what prissy girl doesn't know how to put a worm on a hook.  COME ON I'm 7 and know how!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSUkIe49QII/Tkn2E401LGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/b7CxnmKVkM4/s1600/IMG_2463.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSUkIe49QII/Tkn2E401LGI/AAAAAAAAAw0/b7CxnmKVkM4/s400/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641310572092140642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're fishing on Henry's lake and you aren't.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_d1rgu2-ls/Tkn2El_uXsI/AAAAAAAAAws/ATVRCnIcg1g/s1600/IMG_2395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_d1rgu2-ls/Tkn2El_uXsI/AAAAAAAAAws/ATVRCnIcg1g/s400/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641310567037558466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This bigger kid melts my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XckzdSalhRU/Tkn2EZs-7JI/AAAAAAAAAwk/v4uIIbzMYI0/s1600/IMG_2381.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XckzdSalhRU/Tkn2EZs-7JI/AAAAAAAAAwk/v4uIIbzMYI0/s400/IMG_2381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641310563737726098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia pulled an Alex and fell asleep on her ride with her dad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1Y0Onqol-Y/Tkn2EE4kduI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-Yldo_nLMHQ/s1600/IMG_2398.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q1Y0Onqol-Y/Tkn2EE4kduI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-Yldo_nLMHQ/s400/IMG_2398.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641310558149179106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gator can't get enough of this angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whWweM_AA9c/Tkn06-h_RsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/isnlBa5zd8c/s1600/IMG_2432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whWweM_AA9c/Tkn06-h_RsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/isnlBa5zd8c/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309302313404098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice three people are holding on to Mia.  She wasn't scared in the least bit.  That water was freezing cold.  And, she wanted to see how long she could last before getting hypothermia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQtWoV9lDN0/Tkn06WlZ0aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SvtU7fMDHKw/s1600/IMG_2421.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQtWoV9lDN0/Tkn06WlZ0aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/SvtU7fMDHKw/s400/IMG_2421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309291590308258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellowstone Lake has the cutest girl playing in its waves.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMIx77o7XY/Tkn06ILadiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/yKSHARwC6mE/s1600/IMG_2414.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMIx77o7XY/Tkn06ILadiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/yKSHARwC6mE/s400/IMG_2414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309287723202082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone has to be shining down on us.   Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qqr3BfQ9Dc/Tkn05zrf-nI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YWQQXyhYNn8/s1600/IMG_2389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6qqr3BfQ9Dc/Tkn05zrf-nI/AAAAAAAAAv8/YWQQXyhYNn8/s400/IMG_2389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309282220636786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B.I.N.G.O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoeABJdgQkY/Tkn05R6vbXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/r7bEYCAje2o/s1600/IMG_2377.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LoeABJdgQkY/Tkn05R6vbXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/r7bEYCAje2o/s400/IMG_2377.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641309273157758322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BMX&lt;/span&gt; chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6851024529131725261?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6851024529131725261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6851024529131725261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6851024529131725261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6851024529131725261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/08/cabin-2011.html' title='Cabin 2011'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9W4Z11qTegM/Tkn5G1Vrk2I/AAAAAAAAAxM/MpyDIJuMd4Y/s72-c/IMG_0704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4367054824577993993</id><published>2011-08-01T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:12:18.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sigh and a Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqEDFRn4pAk/TjdLTDPz1iI/AAAAAAAAAvs/o-zThY0VVuo/s1600/IMG_2353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqEDFRn4pAk/TjdLTDPz1iI/AAAAAAAAAvs/o-zThY0VVuo/s400/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636056249338680866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have really tried this year not to go through a day and not say thank you for my kids.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I make sure to be grateful for my blessings.  My kids are they reason that I am here on earth.  Jade is growing up so fast that I am in total denial about.  It seems that I can't even remember when she was Mia's age.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is hard to think that she is going to be in school soon and I have to trust a new person to care for my child.  I love her so much.  She is my angel. She is the best BIG sister and watches over Mia like a hawk.  I love that she does that but, I want her to enjoy her childhood and not feel so responsible for Mia. I am always telling her to relax and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Jade. You are going to be a great leader one day.  You can achieve anything that you set your mind to achieve.   You are limitless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4367054824577993993?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4367054824577993993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4367054824577993993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4367054824577993993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4367054824577993993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh-and-tear.html' title='A Sigh and a Tear'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vqEDFRn4pAk/TjdLTDPz1iI/AAAAAAAAAvs/o-zThY0VVuo/s72-c/IMG_2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4881166109612154963</id><published>2011-07-06T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T16:45:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNb_jTq3GyI/ThTxQbpjSsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lHkJk8h8c5Q/s1600/IMG_2271.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNb_jTq3GyI/ThTxQbpjSsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lHkJk8h8c5Q/s400/IMG_2271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626387099094829762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVRCcG38AX8/ThTxP3zPrBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RSX8i4xUkqw/s1600/IMG_2272.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVRCcG38AX8/ThTxP3zPrBI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RSX8i4xUkqw/s400/IMG_2272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626387089471810578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hav6PvHBum8/ThTxPkkQ8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/41Qfu-enuq8/s1600/IMG_2274.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hav6PvHBum8/ThTxPkkQ8oI/AAAAAAAAAvU/41Qfu-enuq8/s400/IMG_2274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626387084308705922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yseGC1lX44/ThTwoIH-zNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fg9RN_q0-3s/s1600/IMG_2275.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yseGC1lX44/ThTwoIH-zNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/fg9RN_q0-3s/s400/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626386406658985170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRjweuLj4WE/ThTwniueNfI/AAAAAAAAAvE/0QCpAIVmq2k/s1600/IMG_2281.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRjweuLj4WE/ThTwniueNfI/AAAAAAAAAvE/0QCpAIVmq2k/s400/IMG_2281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626386396619879922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam was sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; on Ryan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZJngNRqFSw/ThTwnaafnCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z4TD4CKPFkA/s1600/IMG_2284.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZJngNRqFSw/ThTwnaafnCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Z4TD4CKPFkA/s400/IMG_2284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626386394388601890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZNvZS4zk4k/ThTwmx288aI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wo6Am0eB_A0/s1600/IMG_2285.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZNvZS4zk4k/ThTwmx288aI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Wo6Am0eB_A0/s400/IMG_2285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626386383502111138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA576Y3LKcw/ThTwmjX-0BI/AAAAAAAAAus/msgX5lnhIDc/s1600/IMG_2288.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UA576Y3LKcw/ThTwmjX-0BI/AAAAAAAAAus/msgX5lnhIDc/s400/IMG_2288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626386379614113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another great 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; has come and gone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; got to visit us so it was extra special.  I think he will always want to come back because of the food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He announced at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LePage&lt;/span&gt; BBQ in front of about 30 people, "Whoever made this pumpkin cake it is FANTASTIC"!!  He is in love with Paula Dean Annie's home cooking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4881166109612154963?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4881166109612154963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4881166109612154963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4881166109612154963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4881166109612154963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/07/bring-on-4th.html' title='Bring on the 4th!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jNb_jTq3GyI/ThTxQbpjSsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/lHkJk8h8c5Q/s72-c/IMG_2271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8957493250357270583</id><published>2011-06-29T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:51:40.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel Wanna Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO_zjmg1w9s/Tgv-hOq3rpI/AAAAAAAAAt8/wXSlTq2mYSk/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO_zjmg1w9s/Tgv-hOq3rpI/AAAAAAAAAt8/wXSlTq2mYSk/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623868406529240722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia Eats her hair!!!  I am surprised she hasn't thrown up a hair ball.  Her hair is dead.  Split ends, fried, or just plain dead are some of the words I use on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now here comes the worst......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is starting to like the bride of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AgEbpP4o9M/Tgv-HjSar7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6AUiD_9kN9s/s1600/IMG_2267.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3AgEbpP4o9M/Tgv-HjSar7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6AUiD_9kN9s/s400/IMG_2267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623867965387222962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with hair.  It drives me insane.  When she was a baby she would have to run her fingers through anything that resembled hair.  I would put anything next to her just so she would relax.   Her Tangled doll is her favorite (Grandma Jana's Christmas gift).  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; me to take her of the kitchen table so we can eat.  She is repulsed with this doll.  Along with grandpa.  He called me at work to tell me of his cleaning of the vacuum experience.   Mia was of coarse helping screaming "Tangled air!"  No joke!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8957493250357270583?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8957493250357270583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8957493250357270583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8957493250357270583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8957493250357270583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/06/rapunzel-wanna-be.html' title='Rapunzel Wanna Be'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nO_zjmg1w9s/Tgv-hOq3rpI/AAAAAAAAAt8/wXSlTq2mYSk/s72-c/IMG_2266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7470274226910592788</id><published>2011-06-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:32:15.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma J's Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixQVbfX2bcw/TgFSkrY1uBI/AAAAAAAAAts/VtOvYB412-k/s1600/IMG_2246.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixQVbfX2bcw/TgFSkrY1uBI/AAAAAAAAAts/VtOvYB412-k/s400/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620864600010766354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75KUOtunVsQ/TgFSj5G3QoI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XpHpCnC__DY/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-75KUOtunVsQ/TgFSj5G3QoI/AAAAAAAAAtk/XpHpCnC__DY/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620864586513597058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This tree holds more memories than I can count.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss being young with no care in the world.  My biggest worry was climbing a tree, and how far I could push my fear of heights.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss grandpa's truck.  Playing in the back with cousins I only see once a year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we are lucky if we see each other every 5 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss pretending we are the Judd's. It was even choreographed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss Grandpa J.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7470274226910592788?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7470274226910592788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7470274226910592788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7470274226910592788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7470274226910592788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/06/grandma-js-tree.html' title='Grandma J&apos;s Tree'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixQVbfX2bcw/TgFSkrY1uBI/AAAAAAAAAts/VtOvYB412-k/s72-c/IMG_2246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3677532728362383442</id><published>2011-06-13T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:20:08.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Falls's Little Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgC-MYQC6TU/TfbtAkEMJGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AZoeZMNna38/s1600/IMG_0620.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgC-MYQC6TU/TfbtAkEMJGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AZoeZMNna38/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938179128304738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have SAND DUNES!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have lived in this small town my very young life but never have been there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my mom that we went there and she said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "We used to go there to make out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TMI..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WTH.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07oLMIRrnDg/TfbtAXSMHLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/iRjY41qIMG8/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07oLMIRrnDg/TfbtAXSMHLI/AAAAAAAAAtM/iRjY41qIMG8/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938175697362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preston is my BFF's little boy.  He was so happy and content to be here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NxZt56fN7U/TfbtANrLCkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vH-ckKS9rq8/s1600/IMG_0611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_NxZt56fN7U/TfbtANrLCkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vH-ckKS9rq8/s400/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617938173117794882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretending that the girls are on a beach in Mexico!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqYAW2i0fLA/TfbrgG7fpkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4yw9y8bg0VA/s1600/IMG_0600.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqYAW2i0fLA/TfbrgG7fpkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4yw9y8bg0VA/s400/IMG_0600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936522039764546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture hence I love my iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko3wy2ftBlw/Tfbrf0yDIGI/AAAAAAAAAss/EfYgK1Se5CU/s1600/IMG_0596.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko3wy2ftBlw/Tfbrf0yDIGI/AAAAAAAAAss/EfYgK1Se5CU/s400/IMG_0596.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936517168308322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would have guess we have our own Sahara desert in our back yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh P.S. Poison is performing there later this month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y5Z_N38yWg/TfbrfXpWlCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4dctOZnm7JA/s1600/IMG_0594.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y5Z_N38yWg/TfbrfXpWlCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4dctOZnm7JA/s1600/IMG_0594.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Y5Z_N38yWg/TfbrfXpWlCI/AAAAAAAAAsk/4dctOZnm7JA/s400/IMG_0594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617936509347206178" /&gt;&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/571298319639099933-3677532728362383442?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3677532728362383442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3677532728362383442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3677532728362383442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3677532728362383442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/06/idaho-fallss-little-secret.html' title='Idaho Falls&apos;s Little Secret'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tgC-MYQC6TU/TfbtAkEMJGI/AAAAAAAAAtU/AZoeZMNna38/s72-c/IMG_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6598733218190222866</id><published>2011-05-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:25:46.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear World 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7gp_Ixsjao/Tdngwe64ynI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RQTuBtzkXNQ/s1600/IMG_2177.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7gp_Ixsjao/Tdngwe64ynI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RQTuBtzkXNQ/s400/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609761934405061234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2go9wPHk70Y/TdngwBKOyGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2uWfCIzzdHU/s1600/IMG_2174.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2go9wPHk70Y/TdngwBKOyGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2uWfCIzzdHU/s400/IMG_2174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609761926416353378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something is wrong with this picture but can't point it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like "where's Waldo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGyRVHZa6yA/Tdngv9P8pCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2qwv77BVaL4/s1600/IMG_2155.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGyRVHZa6yA/Tdngv9P8pCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2qwv77BVaL4/s400/IMG_2155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609761925366588450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOo9DLeV9Go/TdngvnBg4dI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sUGx00fTa7M/s1600/IMG_2160.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOo9DLeV9Go/TdngvnBg4dI/AAAAAAAAAsA/sUGx00fTa7M/s400/IMG_2160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609761919400468946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a new friend.  He was adorable.  This is why I can't eat pork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeehRWv3OCs/TdnU4gGOv7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Em49GZojq60/s1600/IMG_2158.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeehRWv3OCs/TdnU4gGOv7I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Em49GZojq60/s400/IMG_2158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609748878020493234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SenOTcoBhs/TdnU4B0i5BI/AAAAAAAAArw/IRdr7JCaYX0/s1600/IMG_2153.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SenOTcoBhs/TdnU4B0i5BI/AAAAAAAAArw/IRdr7JCaYX0/s400/IMG_2153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609748869893252114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O45NT9VWt6o/TdnU3zoiYDI/AAAAAAAAAro/i4Gp7kcW6Jc/s1600/IMG_2151.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O45NT9VWt6o/TdnU3zoiYDI/AAAAAAAAAro/i4Gp7kcW6Jc/s400/IMG_2151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609748866084790322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X46OelGLDM/TdnU3jf4C3I/AAAAAAAAArg/oWlC-3_1BCc/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9X46OelGLDM/TdnU3jf4C3I/AAAAAAAAArg/oWlC-3_1BCc/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609748861753494386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtgeIeCsw0k/TdnU3DW9mRI/AAAAAAAAArY/GJEE-PfIm_o/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtgeIeCsw0k/TdnU3DW9mRI/AAAAAAAAArY/GJEE-PfIm_o/s400/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609748853126174994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The baby cubs were crying.  I hated it.   They wanted mama Nikki to hold them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6598733218190222866?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6598733218190222866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6598733218190222866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6598733218190222866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6598733218190222866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/bear-world-2011.html' title='Bear World 2011'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7gp_Ixsjao/Tdngwe64ynI/AAAAAAAAAsY/RQTuBtzkXNQ/s72-c/IMG_2177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2038514476396225079</id><published>2011-05-19T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:20:28.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How's it going to be?</title><content type='html'>Jade and I were talking about heaven today in the car coming home from nana's and papa's.  We recently had a horrible crime here in Idaho Falls and I am sure that she heard some things on the news.  She asked me if scary people come to heaven with bad things.  I told her God doesn't allow those things to come and only happy things come to heaven.  We also had a great conversation on where all my dogs are.  I hope everyone remembers Jodie, Casey, Odie, Sam,  and I don't know whatever happened to Apsen.  Lee gave that one away.   Then she reminded me of Grandpa J.  She said, " I can't wait to go to heaven!".  Then I was instructed what her Utopia would be like.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  No Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  No Chores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  No Timeouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  No gross food- I don't know what she means by that because that girl eats whatever she wants.  I don't force her to eat anything of nutritional value.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she said, "Mom, Heaven is just one big Easter Egg Hunt.  There are colored eggs everywhere to find.  It's pretty magical."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does sound pretty grand.  I just hope they have a chocolate river.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2038514476396225079?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2038514476396225079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2038514476396225079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2038514476396225079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2038514476396225079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/hows-it-going-to-be.html' title='How&apos;s it going to be?'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-469935720227623957</id><published>2011-05-14T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:02:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35ENvGb-j2s/Tc8IbL7N0_I/AAAAAAAAArI/-Q3_ZMYvrGs/s1600/IMG_2131.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35ENvGb-j2s/Tc8IbL7N0_I/AAAAAAAAArI/-Q3_ZMYvrGs/s400/IMG_2131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606709324250207218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our baby got second place in her gymnastics meet today.  I will be honest right now and say it doesn't really count because it looked like 12 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; were grading her but we happy all the same.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3XPdK3gho/Tc8IL3gRdSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/v7wbjKYtasc/s1600/IMG_2125.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB3XPdK3gho/Tc8IL3gRdSI/AAAAAAAAAq4/v7wbjKYtasc/s400/IMG_2125.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606709061070452002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ahYwGTPnfE/Tc8BzymCrdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aSbmkF8ozdI/s1600/IMG_2121.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ahYwGTPnfE/Tc8BzymCrdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aSbmkF8ozdI/s400/IMG_2121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702050365844946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told Jade in the car to tell everyone that her mom did her hair today.  But, I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scolding&lt;/span&gt; from Mr. Burke so I had to say, "I'm joking, relax".  But, I really wasn't.  I wish I could be that talented but Jade will only be patient and hold still for strangers.  It was worth the $12 to get it done.  She was on cloud nine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AH-i5flUnlk/Tc8Bzhq7GqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CN3mvQiWCIQ/s1600/IMG_2120.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AH-i5flUnlk/Tc8Bzhq7GqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CN3mvQiWCIQ/s400/IMG_2120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606702045822917282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of you baby.  I am so happy that you are coming out of your shell and showing people that you can talk and carry on a conversation.  Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-469935720227623957?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/469935720227623957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=469935720227623957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/469935720227623957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/469935720227623957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-grown-up.html' title='So Grown Up'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35ENvGb-j2s/Tc8IbL7N0_I/AAAAAAAAArI/-Q3_ZMYvrGs/s72-c/IMG_2131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6365416008213435714</id><published>2011-05-14T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:19:47.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Starting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eCMYYipOWE/Tc78CfH6FSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z2ADXwnmMj0/s1600/IMG_2117.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eCMYYipOWE/Tc78CfH6FSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z2ADXwnmMj0/s400/IMG_2117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606695705767449890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hang on Monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4GPp6W43U8A/Tc78CK_IlJI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2v8B15MzFB4/s1600/IMG_2111.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4GPp6W43U8A/Tc78CK_IlJI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2v8B15MzFB4/s400/IMG_2111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606695700361942162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went and had a picnic with Jeni and Bryan.  You can see Preston's bum by Mia's head.  HI Preston!!  I should of gotten pictures of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrd8M3QhG3s/Tc78BB_RT1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ycss1NA-6HU/s1600/IMG_2095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lrd8M3QhG3s/Tc78BB_RT1I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ycss1NA-6HU/s400/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606695680766725970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have already hit the zoo twice.  We have to soak up the good weather while it lasts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbv3dKA7mtA/Tc78AklVYbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/8Ak6pYIpwZI/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbv3dKA7mtA/Tc78AklVYbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/8Ak6pYIpwZI/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606695672873312690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only the Idaho Falls Zoo has otters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZGzEvtq0II/Tc78AChNbrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MLfJhJH1FB8/s1600/IMG_2090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GZGzEvtq0II/Tc78AChNbrI/AAAAAAAAAp4/MLfJhJH1FB8/s400/IMG_2090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606695663729209010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we come summer.  Watch out for the Burke Girlz.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6365416008213435714?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6365416008213435714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6365416008213435714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6365416008213435714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6365416008213435714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-is-starting.html' title='Summer is Starting!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eCMYYipOWE/Tc78CfH6FSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Z2ADXwnmMj0/s72-c/IMG_2117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4773367841161690528</id><published>2011-05-10T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:20:05.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOoTveG3Ts/TcnV0LroZmI/AAAAAAAAApw/8IYtbPxZcxc/s1600/IMG_1975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOoTveG3Ts/TcnV0LroZmI/AAAAAAAAApw/8IYtbPxZcxc/s400/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246303704999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnCm6BBWNxc/TcnVzy9BbSI/AAAAAAAAApo/G7TP3I7GXck/s1600/IMG_1972.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnCm6BBWNxc/TcnVzy9BbSI/AAAAAAAAApo/G7TP3I7GXck/s400/IMG_1972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246297067056418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rivDwVUtcG0/TcnVzoK11_I/AAAAAAAAApg/Q6n4yMXCJHk/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rivDwVUtcG0/TcnVzoK11_I/AAAAAAAAApg/Q6n4yMXCJHk/s400/IMG_1969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246294172227570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up6Indt4eM0/TcnVzCjtWHI/AAAAAAAAApY/WGomblKFkrw/s1600/IMG_1957.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-up6Indt4eM0/TcnVzCjtWHI/AAAAAAAAApY/WGomblKFkrw/s400/IMG_1957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605246284075980914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smell of the eggs isn't so great....  Happy belated Easter everyone.  We are very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4773367841161690528?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4773367841161690528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4773367841161690528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4773367841161690528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4773367841161690528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-easter-2001.html' title='HAPPY EASTER 2011'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftOoTveG3Ts/TcnV0LroZmI/AAAAAAAAApw/8IYtbPxZcxc/s72-c/IMG_1975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7869773201382860251</id><published>2011-05-08T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:19:47.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish all the women in my life a happy MOTHERS day.  Even if you have no children there is a woman quality that needs to be acknowledged and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recognized&lt;/span&gt;.  I think that it rarely goes noticed and thanked.  We do have a power that is divine.  That power is what makes the world go round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7869773201382860251?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7869773201382860251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7869773201382860251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7869773201382860251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7869773201382860251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5079496735302556201</id><published>2011-04-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T18:49:17.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin You the Down-Low on the Haps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCPtOVNCnfM/TZvB3m1F57I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HSm3Um2dPn8/s1600/show%2Band%2Btell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592276523370801074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCPtOVNCnfM/TZvB3m1F57I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HSm3Um2dPn8/s400/show%2Band%2Btell.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never said I was a great blogger. I need you to get caught up on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;latest&lt;/span&gt; of our little family. This is Jade taking Mia for show and tell. It was great entertainment. I was laughing the whole time. Mia loved being the center of attention. She looks like she is giving attitude but in reality she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hammin&lt;/span&gt; it up. During show and tell all the kids have to ask questions about Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question: Do you love her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question: What do you play together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question: Why does she keep saying, "Hey"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jade had the best show and tell that day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAQxITrwT0s/TZvB3eCrkKI/AAAAAAAAApI/udXXjYZ5fS4/s1600/easter%2Bjm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592276521011876002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAQxITrwT0s/TZvB3eCrkKI/AAAAAAAAApI/udXXjYZ5fS4/s400/easter%2Bjm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a new app on my phone that Chase told me I had to get. I am having great fun with it. This is at the Mini &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;. Great props. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IM7kXSJCJTk/TZvB3EGJbfI/AAAAAAAAApA/j2acaZFV3sA/s1600/mia%2Bhospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592276514047094258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IM7kXSJCJTk/TZvB3EGJbfI/AAAAAAAAApA/j2acaZFV3sA/s400/mia%2Bhospital.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least our poor Mia had to get her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adenoids&lt;/span&gt; and tonsils out. She has suffered from not being able to breathe at night. She would wake up screaming because it would scare her she couldn't breathe. After surgery I could tell a difference right away. This has really changed our mood in the house. We are all sleeping better and that makes everyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HaPpIeR&lt;/span&gt;! And, I don't know if this has anything to do with it- but, Mia is starting to talk a whole lot more. I really think it has opened her airways and allowing her to voice her little munchkin voice. I love listen to her repeat everything we say. And I have to say she repeated her dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; with a naughty word. The Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; aren't doing to hot and she said the S word. Mia and Daddy got a scolding tonite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5079496735302556201?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5079496735302556201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5079496735302556201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5079496735302556201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5079496735302556201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/04/givin-you-down-low-on-haps.html' title='Givin You the Down-Low on the Haps'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCPtOVNCnfM/TZvB3m1F57I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HSm3Um2dPn8/s72-c/show%2Band%2Btell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2329689724524766141</id><published>2011-02-27T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:19:17.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXAf0Y90EA/TWsblYjth8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/fqwYooQjdto/s1600/grandma%2Bj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578582892489836482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXAf0Y90EA/TWsblYjth8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/fqwYooQjdto/s400/grandma%2Bj.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am GRATEFUL that my girls met my grandma.  I always have felt guilty waiting to have children because they didn't get a chance to meet Grandpa J.  I still remember the night he died.  I left the house and sat outside and cried because I felt my soon to be children wouldn't know him.  He would have loved their company.  Jade would have played his heart out with Uncle Wiggly.  He would have loved Mia's free spirit.  He was a great great man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My memories of Grandma Pete are few but- very vivid.  She was a strong, playful, and beautiful woman.  I know she was playful because my mom and her were best friends.  We wonder why Grandma Chris loves Santa.  She got it from Grandma Pete.   They go nuts at Christmas.  I can only picture their conversations they would have with each other.  I know it would pain some people but, I would have loved to be a fly on the wall.  One memory I have of her is going to her house one summer afternoon.  She was sitting in a lawn chair and her seat of the chair gave way.  Her bum was almost touching the grass.   I can only imagine the embarrassment.  When asked why she didn't get the neighbor to help she said, "I didn't want to bother him."   We were laughing with her not at her.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   I remember her babysitting me and her letting me play with her jewelry.  I thought she must have been a queen to have all the broaches.  I remember starring at her crystal turtle in her window.  The head bobbled and moved in the breeze.   I also remember my dad telling my mom and me when she died.  I never have seen my mom cry like that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked Jade what her favorite memory of Grandma J is.  She remembers Easter and the Easter Egg Hunt in her backyard.  Grandma Chris &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; some of Grandma Pete with her and wore bunny ears all day.  They are always giving Grandma J. hugs and kisses.  She always has a smile on her face when she sees them.  I hope they remember that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2329689724524766141?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2329689724524766141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2329689724524766141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2329689724524766141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2329689724524766141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-grandparents.html' title='Great Grandparents'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0aXAf0Y90EA/TWsblYjth8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/fqwYooQjdto/s72-c/grandma%2Bj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5563851253086308429</id><published>2011-01-30T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:15:23.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TUXTd5rKYsI/AAAAAAAAAok/60bC7nPqKnU/s1600/0130112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568089024965010114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TUXTd5rKYsI/AAAAAAAAAok/60bC7nPqKnU/s400/0130112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are trying to get through this long winter with pointless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tasks&lt;/span&gt;.  Like, How many snowflakes can you fit on your tummy.  Feel lucky there are no pictures of me with this contest we held.  Mia won.  She's got the famous Burke Belly.  She does sport it well though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TUXTdj6e5OI/AAAAAAAAAoc/m6y-5j2dd4c/s1600/0130113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568089019123688674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TUXTdj6e5OI/AAAAAAAAAoc/m6y-5j2dd4c/s400/0130113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How sassy can you get?  Give me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attitude&lt;/span&gt; girls.  Show me what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5563851253086308429?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5563851253086308429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5563851253086308429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5563851253086308429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5563851253086308429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-blues.html' title='Winter Blues'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TUXTd5rKYsI/AAAAAAAAAok/60bC7nPqKnU/s72-c/0130112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7448885925696468793</id><published>2011-01-18T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:57:27.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TTZQLKqC2xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ILoINa3MhFw/s1600/cabin%2B20102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563722542432312082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TTZQLKqC2xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ILoINa3MhFw/s400/cabin%2B20102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TTZQKoTNVfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SfGnT9IvVXg/s1600/cabin%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563722533209724402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TTZQKoTNVfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SfGnT9IvVXg/s400/cabin%2B2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cabin this year was I think the best for far.   It was so beautiful and peaceful.  There is something about that place that is home to me.  Island park holds very special memories for me when we were young.  My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandparent's&lt;/span&gt; would take all the family to a cabin for a week.  There, it was a fight for which bed you would get for the week.  By the end I would be swollen with bug bites.  Mom would pump me full of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; hopefully not killing me off.  It was the time of our lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are passing it to our kids.  I couldn't be happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7448885925696468793?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7448885925696468793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7448885925696468793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7448885925696468793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7448885925696468793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2011/01/cabin-2010.html' title='Cabin 2010'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TTZQLKqC2xI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ILoINa3MhFw/s72-c/cabin%2B20102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-273045519510284203</id><published>2010-11-29T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:26:50.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas's Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReaGu_PvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YVeE-2IucjY/s1600/christmas%2B07%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160843777228530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReaGu_PvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YVeE-2IucjY/s400/christmas%2B07%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I first saw this I didn't get it. Ryan was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; that we should wait to have a baby. He surprised me with this wrapped up for Christmas. Deep down he is a softy. I swore to him it would at least take 6 months to get pregnant. The next month we were expecting Mia. When I showed him the test his words were, "I told you this would happen. Why are you so fertile?" I didn't know getting pregnant twice meant I was a fertile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mertile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReZ56Tx1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/_MXobVNpj9s/s1600/DSC00294_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160840335050578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReZ56Tx1I/AAAAAAAAAn4/_MXobVNpj9s/s400/DSC00294_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were my favorite Christmas's when the kids were still "babies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReZaIF5cI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tLL82zlwN5Q/s1600/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545160831802926530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReZaIF5cI/AAAAAAAAAnw/tLL82zlwN5Q/s400/DSC00273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still remember this day like it was yesterday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; will always be her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-273045519510284203?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/273045519510284203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=273045519510284203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/273045519510284203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/273045519510284203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmass-past.html' title='Christmas&apos;s Past'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TPReaGu_PvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YVeE-2IucjY/s72-c/christmas%2B07%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4501935624274403998</id><published>2010-09-30T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:29:17.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVv-502itI/AAAAAAAAAno/lVNIksrDA2I/s1600/mia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522943644504853202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVv-502itI/AAAAAAAAAno/lVNIksrDA2I/s400/mia2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia has been sick for a couple of days.  You can't tell by looking at this picture.  Jade has taken the floor as her residence for the past couple of nights.  She has an extreme fear of getting thrown up on.  It has only happened once before.  But, I have a confession.  Ryan and I both laughed when it happened.  Jade freaks out if she coughs, gags, or even looks like there is a possibility.  So when she is sick you can find her in a corner waiting for it to be over.  Bless her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you notice Mia is wearing her bonnet from her baby blessing.  Better late than never.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVv-g93-LI/AAAAAAAAAng/GY-jQPBdkbI/s1600/mia3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522943637831809202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVv-g93-LI/AAAAAAAAAng/GY-jQPBdkbI/s400/mia3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was getting ready for work one morning and found them this way. Morning is tough on both of them and they have to comfort eachother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVvl-I3MII/AAAAAAAAAnY/VX-QLm1DBys/s1600/mia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4501935624274403998?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4501935624274403998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4501935624274403998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4501935624274403998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4501935624274403998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/09/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKVv-502itI/AAAAAAAAAno/lVNIksrDA2I/s72-c/mia2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3121710525145762388</id><published>2010-09-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:55:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOO WHOO Yankees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKOKfUiLevI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBf-l3SDrdw/s1600/iphone+2010+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522409838779005682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKOKfUiLevI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBf-l3SDrdw/s400/iphone+2010+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to post this picture for proof that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; deep down knows who the best is. He gives so much crap to Ryan about the Yankees and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;. Ryan told him he is not allowed to wear his Yankee hat in the house or he has to sleep outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He begged us not to send this picture to Cody but Ryan was all too happy to send it right away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3121710525145762388?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3121710525145762388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3121710525145762388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3121710525145762388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3121710525145762388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/09/booo-hoo-yankees.html' title='BOOO WHOO Yankees'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TKOKfUiLevI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/cBf-l3SDrdw/s72-c/iphone+2010+090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2725522525460205668</id><published>2010-08-30T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:05:21.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Proud Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9Zu9f3zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/S4pJgIObQWs/s1600/jade+10+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417925050818354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9Zu9f3zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/S4pJgIObQWs/s400/jade+10+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9ZSr3cjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DCuvwGAbRKQ/s1600/jade+10+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417917460673074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9ZSr3cjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DCuvwGAbRKQ/s400/jade+10+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9Y0iPxaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Lh-akRp4BMo/s1600/jade+10+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417909367260578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9Y0iPxaI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Lh-akRp4BMo/s400/jade+10+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9YRLtjII/AAAAAAAAAmg/SHZG3At3yNA/s1600/jade+10+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511417899877502082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9YRLtjII/AAAAAAAAAmg/SHZG3At3yNA/s400/jade+10+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a lot going on this last couple months.  We have gone an vacations, moved, been to countless doctors (it seems like anyway) this summer.  But I have to mention that my baby went to her first day of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PreK&lt;/span&gt;.  I think I take so many pictures because I am a huge fan of uniforms.  I wish every school would do this.  Plus it gives me a reason to shop at the GAP.  She cried a little, but she hung in there.  I asked Ryan if he took any pictures of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; and he said "no".  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for that.  Ryan said he didn't because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; told him to leave.  That really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disturbs&lt;/span&gt; me that he would listen.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2725522525460205668?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2725522525460205668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2725522525460205668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2725522525460205668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2725522525460205668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-proud-mama.html' title='One Proud Mama'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/THx9Zu9f3zI/AAAAAAAAAm4/S4pJgIObQWs/s72-c/jade+10+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7440600896538439138</id><published>2010-08-02T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:11:28.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFevm4dOZDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ij4OOTirMkI/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501058552381203506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFevm4dOZDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ij4OOTirMkI/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  We are in the process of moving and I need to stare at this picture.  Jeni was my witness &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;.  He has turned into a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pit bull&lt;/span&gt; that needs to be put down.  You think he packs the cabin in record time.  You have NO idea.  Look at the good.  At least we aren't building a house.  We wouldn't survive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7440600896538439138?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7440600896538439138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7440600896538439138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7440600896538439138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7440600896538439138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-assurance.html' title='Self Assurance'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFevm4dOZDI/AAAAAAAAAmY/Ij4OOTirMkI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3520282699982062123</id><published>2010-08-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:01:20.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFZb3TJVTNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9kN4UDl8qZI/s1600/edward.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500685000469990610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFZb3TJVTNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9kN4UDl8qZI/s400/edward.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see my four year old is jumping on. Please know I won't let Jade see the whole movie. We edit some parts with fast forward. It seems that she learned more from the Burger King commercials then anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;: "Edward is cold, but he has glitter. And Jacob has fleas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: "Where did you learn that from? I hope you didn't watch it without me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;: "Everyone knows that mom. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duhhhh&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: I am trying not to kill the teenager that formed before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;: "Oh mom I want to go to Burger King, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; hungry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;: "You just ate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; "What? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I just want a new Edward toy. Not Jacob. He can't keep his shirt on it's gross."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHE IS 4!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3520282699982062123?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3520282699982062123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3520282699982062123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3520282699982062123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3520282699982062123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/08/band-wagon.html' title='Band Wagon'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TFZb3TJVTNI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9kN4UDl8qZI/s72-c/edward.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1813709843587500691</id><published>2010-06-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:37:24.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia for the Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqts-RPp-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/CT_HTYVVg-c/s1600/mom+and+dads+pictures+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488390084045547490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqts-RPp-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/CT_HTYVVg-c/s400/mom+and+dads+pictures+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mia for the Love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is now her new nick name.  We are yelling at her all the time to stop doing whatever she is doing.  She still is not talking.  She thinks it is a game.  All she will say is poppa.  The other day I was getting some water inside and she was yelling momma, momma, MOMMA!! I came around the corner and I asked her what she wanted and she whispered  "poppa".  For the Love Mia it's starting to make me a little worried that you think this is a game.  She knows we want her to talk but she either yells at us or just laughs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1813709843587500691?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1813709843587500691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1813709843587500691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1813709843587500691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1813709843587500691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/mia-for-love.html' title='Mia for the Love!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqts-RPp-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/CT_HTYVVg-c/s72-c/mom+and+dads+pictures+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8912038542626224448</id><published>2010-06-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:49:34.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Up So BiG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgpGD7kFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TYLmsAwWLzY/s1600/mom+and+dads+pictures+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488375723766550610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgpGD7kFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TYLmsAwWLzY/s400/mom+and+dads+pictures+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgoe6e-UI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3AGVrjcKBYw/s1600/mom+and+dads+pictures+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488375713257945410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgoe6e-UI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3AGVrjcKBYw/s400/mom+and+dads+pictures+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgnxfGrrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sXZV7425Feg/s1600/mom+and+dads+pictures+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488375701063511730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgnxfGrrI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sXZV7425Feg/s400/mom+and+dads+pictures+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgnF5KRfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p7xO0W-4dW4/s1600/mom+and+dads+pictures+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488375689361638898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgnF5KRfI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/p7xO0W-4dW4/s400/mom+and+dads+pictures+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Jader Bug is getting too big for her own britches.  She is starting to be a little woman.  We went to her parent teacher conferences and he teacher said, and I quote, " Jade is the little social butterfly in the class and is never scared to try something new."  WHAT!?!  That is not my daughter.  She won't try anything new at home and acts like she is an abused child when she is around new people.  At her graduation she was the loudest singer.   Not the  loudest, but she was screaming the words.  It really shocked me.  She is coming out of her shell and it's fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8912038542626224448?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8912038542626224448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8912038542626224448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8912038542626224448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8912038542626224448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/grown-up-so-big.html' title='Grown Up So BiG!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqgpGD7kFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/TYLmsAwWLzY/s72-c/mom+and+dads+pictures+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2193237073569371006</id><published>2010-06-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:12:56.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Hair Same Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZZ0ZiVVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/46GdeFMAikw/s1600/DSCN0276%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367764745901394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZZ0ZiVVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/46GdeFMAikw/s400/DSCN0276%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZZD5cuoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wrxlKiKA10o/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367751726414466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZZD5cuoI/AAAAAAAAAlA/wrxlKiKA10o/s400/DSC00176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZYXEnsWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Gm3NM2CGzDE/s1600/DSC00175_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488367739693674850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZYXEnsWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Gm3NM2CGzDE/s400/DSC00175_edited-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This outfit make me sad when Mia wears it.  It reminds me that more time is passing and another three years has gone by.  Do you think they look alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2193237073569371006?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2193237073569371006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2193237073569371006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2193237073569371006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2193237073569371006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/different-hair-same-face.html' title='Different Hair Same Face'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqZZ0ZiVVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/46GdeFMAikw/s72-c/DSCN0276%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2353508639551831472</id><published>2010-06-29T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:48:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They look cute on the outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTsiEpwRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mSu37lwNCe0/s1600/DSCN0279%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488361489174216978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTsiEpwRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mSu37lwNCe0/s400/DSCN0279%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTsALahPI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZjIz7x-gAY0/s1600/DSCN0215%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488361480075773170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTsALahPI/AAAAAAAAAko/ZjIz7x-gAY0/s400/DSCN0215%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTrmZQPfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nQrBJO-NI-s/s1600/DSCN0211%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488361473154498034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTrmZQPfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/nQrBJO-NI-s/s400/DSCN0211%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTqwlv66I/AAAAAAAAAkY/qah64JLENm0/s1600/DSCN0212%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488361458711391138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTqwlv66I/AAAAAAAAAkY/qah64JLENm0/s400/DSCN0212%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2353508639551831472?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2353508639551831472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2353508639551831472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2353508639551831472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2353508639551831472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-look-cute-on-outside.html' title='They look cute on the outside'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqTsiEpwRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/mSu37lwNCe0/s72-c/DSCN0279%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4971162424496330537</id><published>2010-06-29T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:27:35.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost killed him in his mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqN6ww0ivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HMlfZ2sHFFs/s1600/DSCN0271%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488355136565971698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqN6ww0ivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HMlfZ2sHFFs/s400/DSCN0271%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ryan's face telling me he doesn't like me very much.   He  thinks that since he had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; disease that I gave it to him.  Yes, he had a kidney infection that landed him in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; for 3 days.  The doctor said if we would have waited two more hours he would have been in complete internal organ failure.  The doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reassured&lt;/span&gt; him that he just has really bad luck. Notice the pop in the picture below.  Maybe just maybe he needs to drink more water.   Sorry baby.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqN6R4pPOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Cch5Kh5Ze0M/s1600/DSCN0270%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488355128277286114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqN6R4pPOI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Cch5Kh5Ze0M/s400/DSCN0270%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4971162424496330537?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4971162424496330537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4971162424496330537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4971162424496330537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4971162424496330537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-almost-killed-him-in-his-mind.html' title='I almost killed him in his mind..'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/TCqN6ww0ivI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HMlfZ2sHFFs/s72-c/DSCN0271%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5490977573700668318</id><published>2010-06-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:35:40.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>I feel really terrible that I have not updated this blog in quite some time.  We have had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; going on.  Hence the title.  I have been feeling that I am going through one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life's&lt;/span&gt; lessons.  There are many times that I want to vent on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or go off on some rage.  Then I think, "Come on Nicole! Don't do it!  You make fun of people that post everything under the sun."  Yesterday was one of those days.  I was on the verge of tears and wanted to be anywhere but where I was.  I needed to feel something higher than myself.  So I turned on Real Housewives of New Jersey.  I loved it.  And guess what I learned something from it.  Dina left the show to cut the drama out of her life.  Smart lady.  She is also very pretty.  Prettiest eyes I have ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will only post the good.  I promise I post some of the pictures I have taken the last couple of months.  I will show you the good pictures of the little demons.  And the hot puctures of Ryan in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xoxox  Peace out until tomorrow xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5490977573700668318?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5490977573700668318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5490977573700668318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5490977573700668318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5490977573700668318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-ugly.html' title='The Good and the Ugly'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4039815365007039229</id><published>2010-04-14T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:43:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Whole Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8ZtM3YZjMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CTtPV_TglCo/s1600/phil-harris-wallpaper-625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460171666025450690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8ZtM3YZjMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CTtPV_TglCo/s400/phil-harris-wallpaper-625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8Zqz1Ve6rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w3RpAhKvgy8/s1600/deadliest-catch-cornelia-marie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460169036956363442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8Zqz1Ve6rI/AAAAAAAAAi0/w3RpAhKvgy8/s400/deadliest-catch-cornelia-marie-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8ZqqFCSPaI/AAAAAAAAAis/vlrRum5x2EM/s1600/wando.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like I have a part of me back that has been missing. I love, love, LOVE this show. When it first came on I had to fight the ugly cry that Phil is not with us anymore. I told everyone that I was more upset he died than Michael Jackson. I could not believe his boys didn't have him anymore. Any clip of him and his boys, I can't help myself I start bawling.  He was a great father.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to put a ad on the internet and find a fan that I could discuss the show with.  Maybe even travel to Alaska and try and meet them.  Ryan doesn't understand my love for them.  I told him I wanted a Wizard sweatshirt and he rolled his eyes.  It's cheaper than his ipad. Like $450 cheaper.    At least I don't take them in the bathroom with me.  But, I am a died hard fan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4039815365007039229?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4039815365007039229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4039815365007039229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4039815365007039229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4039815365007039229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-whole-again.html' title='I Feel Whole Again'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S8ZtM3YZjMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/CTtPV_TglCo/s72-c/phil-harris-wallpaper-625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2060765061610194475</id><published>2010-04-04T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:01:47.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S7ldZGwK8vI/AAAAAAAAAik/Z33t3De51H4/s1600/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456495109426836210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S7ldZGwK8vI/AAAAAAAAAik/Z33t3De51H4/s400/DSC00779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S7ldYih5KSI/AAAAAAAAAic/kDXrOj8PMZk/s1600/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456495099703273762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S7ldYih5KSI/AAAAAAAAAic/kDXrOj8PMZk/s400/DSC00372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking at someones blog today, they posted pictures of their newborn.  It brought a tear to my eye thinking I would never go through that again.  I asked Ryan if it made him sad and he said NO.  I then remembered the lack of sleep, the pain, lack of sleep, again.  Ryan and I take bets who will be sleeping with us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;.  It's always Jade.  I don't even wake up to her crawling in bed with us anymore.  I wake up to the pain in my right arm.  It is always dead asleep. I wake up to Mia's screams.  I think she must have seen some horror movies when I wasn't looking.  Her screams are terrible.   If Ryan would just buy a King size bed we might have one more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding Ryan.  I'm so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2060765061610194475?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2060765061610194475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2060765061610194475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2060765061610194475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2060765061610194475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S7ldZGwK8vI/AAAAAAAAAik/Z33t3De51H4/s72-c/DSC00779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6231051934604727250</id><published>2010-03-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:33:54.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering when it will happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S5cc6-xHT-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/GIQPJnRteIY/s1600-h/tap+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446854073934893026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S5cc6-xHT-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/GIQPJnRteIY/s400/tap+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I wonder when I am going to yell at the top of my lungs TAP OUT! I wonder if it is going to be at a customer when they ask me, "Why do you need my zip code?"  I would love to say, "I want to follow you home and watch you get ready for bed."  I am not asking for their social security number.  I would think its common sense that it is for marketing purposes.  Or I wonder if I am going to yell it when I am just sitting at home trying to get something done and someone asks for chocolate milk one more time.  Or I wonder if its going to be when I am trying to get ready in the morning and I look in the mirror.  Wondering where my 20's went.  Where did they go?   Then I think could of, would've, should have.   Let me just get through the next five minutes gracefully without screaming I TAP OUT!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6231051934604727250?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6231051934604727250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6231051934604727250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6231051934604727250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6231051934604727250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/03/wondering-when-it-will-happen.html' title='Wondering when it will happen?'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S5cc6-xHT-I/AAAAAAAAAiU/GIQPJnRteIY/s72-c/tap+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1037867319968814162</id><published>2010-02-22T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:04:32.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S4NLYoIknuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mYdthKoJo1g/s1600-h/mom+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441275661256007394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S4NLYoIknuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mYdthKoJo1g/s400/mom+easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The below picture was taken at the cabin.  She threw a pillow that someone gave her in the fire.  She is doing a jungle bunny dance around the fire celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S4NLX3rJS3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/yfhGJICObrQ/s1600-h/new+camera+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441275648247679858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S4NLX3rJS3I/AAAAAAAAAiE/yfhGJICObrQ/s400/new+camera+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to do this post for awhile.  Tracie and I keep telling each other that we need to write down all the crazy stuff my mom says.  It is really unbelievable what she says.  You would say to yourself, "How did your kids turn out the way they did?"  That is not being rude in the slightest way.  I love my mom to death.  After she says the things she says I think to myself, I hope I am that carefree one day. &lt;br /&gt;So HERE IT IS LADIES AND GENTLEMAN. SAYINGS BY CHRIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Illegitimate eagle- meaning endangered eagle&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;-  "Your going to our family doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;- "Who is our family doctor? We don't have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;-"Dr. Robison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;- "YOUR GYNO!! That isn't a family doctor".   (Mind you I was 15 years old)&lt;br /&gt;3.  "How do you tell the difference between AM and PM?"&lt;br /&gt;4.   Names of stores or products:&lt;br /&gt;"Neosporzen"&lt;br /&gt;"TravistD"&lt;br /&gt;"Lowells"&lt;br /&gt;"TGFI"&lt;br /&gt;6. Larry Bird is sooo&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SeXy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;7.  "I only did one boner at the Dairy Queen today."  -meaning mistake.   She doesn't even know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1037867319968814162?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1037867319968814162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1037867319968814162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1037867319968814162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1037867319968814162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-grandma.html' title='Crazy Grandma'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S4NLYoIknuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/mYdthKoJo1g/s72-c/mom+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6671002346942433756</id><published>2010-02-03T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:59:16.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S2pSzlKd2CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pg1oAYq2u3o/s1600-h/BIRTHDAYLEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434246946478741538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S2pSzlKd2CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pg1oAYq2u3o/s400/BIRTHDAYLEE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is dads birthday.  We are a lucky family to have him in our lives.  I hope my kids take in every memory of their grandpa they can get in their genius minds that they have.  Love you.&lt;br /&gt;I never noticed the fork in this picture until now.  I don't know if it's funny or sad.  I guess I have always loved a little lard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6671002346942433756?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6671002346942433756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6671002346942433756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6671002346942433756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6671002346942433756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S2pSzlKd2CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pg1oAYq2u3o/s72-c/BIRTHDAYLEE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5476174101270717993</id><published>2010-01-12T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:49:25.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burkolicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S001vz2MmgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ajOXUjEeOb8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426052221538966018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S001vz2MmgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ajOXUjEeOb8/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S001veMTgWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/j0COCU802Hg/s1600-h/jade+and+ry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426052215726113122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S001veMTgWI/AAAAAAAAAhc/j0COCU802Hg/s400/jade+and+ry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to tell you that I love you. I know my chances of you reading this are slim. You never read my blog unless I make you or throw it at you. So if you stumble on this I hope you know I am being sincere. When we first started dating I knew you were different from all the rest. You were an adult already. I was curious what you went through to make you the way you were. I found out early how much you loved your brothers and what you would do for them. I love that about you. We might fight like cat and dogs sometime. But, you are a lovable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pit bull&lt;/span&gt;. And I am the best looking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Siamese&lt;/span&gt; out there. I really love you and I want you to know how much. You are a great father (minus the Sundays or Mondays the Broncos play). I only hope our daughters marry a man like their daddy. I love you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burkolicious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5476174101270717993?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5476174101270717993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5476174101270717993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5476174101270717993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5476174101270717993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2010/01/burkolicious.html' title='Burkolicious'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/S001vz2MmgI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ajOXUjEeOb8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1245433954268582294</id><published>2009-12-10T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:46:16.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>I understand why we buy gifts for Christmas, I really do.  But,  seriously what can't we skip it and go on a cruise or even better a resort.  Why can't everyone get on board with that.  Ryan and I keep mentioning it to family and nobody really goes for it.  Whats more &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about getting fat and eating all you want in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my promise to you sweet Mexico of mine...  I will be there one Christmas or New Year I can settle on that.  I will be showing my true nature giving to locals and making your business thrive in style.  I will be that fat chick on the beach getting fried one year(screw this -14 deg.).  I love you Mexico my love... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt; until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1245433954268582294?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1245433954268582294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1245433954268582294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1245433954268582294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1245433954268582294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3104677258130001069</id><published>2009-12-06T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:48:44.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl4PHhbyI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6AGCWv2-hj0/s1600-h/117-1703_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl3iyjcoI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PIZNqovcW0M/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl3cbNLcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gQ0qIGe7aiA/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412242486645829058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl3cbNLcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gQ0qIGe7aiA/s400/Birthday+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   When we took the curlers out her hair stuck straight up&lt;br /&gt;                                    and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl23GpurI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tcXfzdKNwjw/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412242476627507890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl23GpurI/AAAAAAAAAg4/tcXfzdKNwjw/s400/birthday+pictures+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl2YcQ6zI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BEdTj7R32Sc/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412242468396657458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl2YcQ6zI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BEdTj7R32Sc/s400/birthday+pictures+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Jade had to take pictures of her and poppa with their purple shirts on.  I think poppa is very fashionable.  I know Jade will cherish these when she is older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3104677258130001069?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3104677258130001069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3104677258130001069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3104677258130001069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3104677258130001069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sxwl3cbNLcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gQ0qIGe7aiA/s72-c/Birthday+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3690203853838140221</id><published>2009-12-01T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:02:19.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the day...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; trying to figure out what post to update my blog with.  Here are my options.&lt;br /&gt;1.  How Jade threw up on me at the movies.  Chocolate milk and the great perfume it gave off.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I watched a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt; Oprah on sex slaves, HIV, and how Africa is falling apart.  Then I realized I would have to mention I watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt; to make me feel better.  Then I would have to tell people I love crude movies.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  Christmas season in retail.  Nothing nice to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; my days go by fast. &lt;br /&gt;4.  My workout routine.  I can't see any real results so NO. &lt;br /&gt;5.  Cat situation.  I am going with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; Jade's dance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; and the girls were sleeping.  I pulled into the garage and got Jade out first.  Then Mia.  I put them on the bean bag trying not to wake them up, hoping for a peaceful 20 minutes.  I had to go to the bathroom some what badly.  I ran to the bathroom and left the door open in case the girls woke up.  This is not a graceful thought I know, but everyone does it.  So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doin&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;, and I looked out the door and a CAT walked down my hallway.  A CAT.  A CAT.  I asked myself, "did I just see a cat?"  Then this brown cat walks in the bathroom and just looks at me.  I felt like it was a ghost.  Someone trying to visit me from the grave.  Why would a cat come say hello to me in the bathroom while I am on the toilet?  I picked the cat up and looked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the house to see if anything else would say hello to me.  I called Ryan and told him we had a cat in the house.  He asked me what I did to it.  What the hell do you think I did to it.  I put it outside.  He told me I should of drowned it.  Can you imagine the karma I would have killing this spirit that visited me.  Do you think it is a sign something bad is going to happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3690203853838140221?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3690203853838140221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3690203853838140221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3690203853838140221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3690203853838140221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-for-day.html' title='Post for the day...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5341190842349011155</id><published>2009-11-18T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:25:48.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Did It!!!!!   Thank you Thank you Thank you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SwTCf-j0JHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sVN9vnu-3AU/s1600/dance+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659307376387186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SwTCf-j0JHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sVN9vnu-3AU/s400/dance+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SwTCfVNLMhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Efe1QZ6SMV8/s1600/dance+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659296275575314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SwTCfVNLMhI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Efe1QZ6SMV8/s400/dance+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jade has dance once a week on Tuesdays.  She also has school on Tuesday.  I dread Tuesday!  Jade has a hard time with school and dance.  She hates to be left alone.  She does better when I walk out the door.  Her teacher tells me all the time she does well about 10 seconds after I leave.  Which by the way really doesn't make me feel good.  When it comes to going to dance, she says she has a tummy ache or she her head hurts.  I can't believe that a 4 year old has figured that out already.  I didn't figure that out until I was in the third grade.  Yesterday, I took her to her dance and they started to talk about the "performance".  When is the performance?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow......  Oh I knew that....  I will be judged on that later.  I had instant stress.  How is Jade going to handle this?  I came to the conclusion that she wasn't going to perform.  Matter of fact!  I was telling her all day that she dances just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;.  Without the legs, hair, and tan.  But, Jade can shake her booty just like her.  I handed her off to her second mom at dance.  It's her teacher that I have pawned off Jade too.  She is very motherly (she can't be more than 19) and is really good with her.  They practice breathing in the beginning of class to calm her down.  Yes, she is the only one inhaling and exhaling with the teacher in the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and found my seat and my hands were sweating, my heart was pounding out of my chest.  I was scouting my route to the stage to grab her before she would pass out.  I told my family that my kid is like Kevin in Parenthood.  They are one in the same.  She came onto stage and I saw her lip starting to pout.  All of us starting yelling her name.  She saw us and it was all smiles.  I have never been happier or prouder.  Not to mention thankful I didn't break out in hives.  She did awesome.  Oh by the way...  I owe my brother in law $2.00.  I bet she wouldn't do it.  I am glad I lost.  It was worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5341190842349011155?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5341190842349011155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5341190842349011155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5341190842349011155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5341190842349011155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance.html' title='She Did It!!!!!   Thank you Thank you Thank you...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SwTCf-j0JHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sVN9vnu-3AU/s72-c/dance+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2409271947915375249</id><published>2009-10-27T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:29:51.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SueYnyIDSgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kA_RbMuFn1k/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397450487664691714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SueYnyIDSgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kA_RbMuFn1k/s400/Birthday+2009+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the girls.  I love you with all my heart.  You are my life, my heart, and the soul purpose for being here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2409271947915375249?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2409271947915375249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2409271947915375249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2409271947915375249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2409271947915375249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthday-girls.html' title='My Birthday Girls'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SueYnyIDSgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/kA_RbMuFn1k/s72-c/Birthday+2009+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5533769481581321551</id><published>2009-10-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:58:01.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5FdU66rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nW_Vj5zyqAg/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396360281942846130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5FdU66rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nW_Vj5zyqAg/s400/birthday+pictures+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5FNpkjgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AV93oxbWhfk/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396360277734493698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5FNpkjgI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AV93oxbWhfk/s400/birthday+pictures+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pinata broke before she got another turn.  She took her frustration on it later, don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5Et1ksDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cB7uiADQUOE/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396360269194899506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5Et1ksDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cB7uiADQUOE/s400/birthday+pictures+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutie Pie Gracie and momma Annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5EE-8nmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/R0mT6kFjWS4/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396360258228362850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5EE-8nmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/R0mT6kFjWS4/s400/birthday+pictures+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO3-fC6mVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/D_CzxfC2IcU/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359062633486674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO3-fC6mVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/D_CzxfC2IcU/s400/birthday+pictures+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice the crown I made him wear.  Happy Camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO396h4u2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/MtcB8EYp7FY/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359052831275874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO396h4u2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/MtcB8EYp7FY/s400/birthday+pictures+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO39buDjkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GWCkVuMB-ZU/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359044560817730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO39buDjkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/GWCkVuMB-ZU/s400/birthday+pictures+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO39CiWtcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Pj981tJozuk/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359037800854978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO39CiWtcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Pj981tJozuk/s400/birthday+pictures+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO38QZhlgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UK108Y6bCUo/s1600-h/birthday+pictures+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396359024342046210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO38QZhlgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/UK108Y6bCUo/s400/birthday+pictures+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake caused so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;havoc&lt;/span&gt; in our marriage.  I told Ryan I would never buy a nice cake again in our marriage.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart cakes is what I am sticking to now.  I promise it was not expensive.  It was like buying a $25 dollar cake for each of the girls. Ryan wanted to know what happened to the ones that you bake at home. To all who are reading, please mention how beautiful the cake was.&lt;br /&gt;His response will be ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS Ryan agreed to show our house at 2:40 today. The party was at 4:00. We set everything up in ten minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5533769481581321551?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5533769481581321551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5533769481581321551' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5533769481581321551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5533769481581321551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-girls.html' title='Birthday Girls!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SuO5FdU66rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nW_Vj5zyqAg/s72-c/birthday+pictures+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7550225658261068036</id><published>2009-10-15T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:17:50.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The English Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Stf_bvx0fyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l4nlTtLdrac/s1600-h/english+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393059930946436898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Stf_bvx0fyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l4nlTtLdrac/s400/english+rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bought is book before Jade was born.  I have Madonna's series of books. I buy kids books when they look interesting.  I have for years.  Madonna's books are great.   I love them.  I read it for the first time to Jade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; and I found myself fighting back the tears!  I couldn't believe it.  All of her books have a life lesson in them.  I wanted to wait to read it to Jade because it is for older kids.  Since Jade is far beyond her years and far more mature than other children, I waited until she is almost 4.  After I was done she said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That was a great story mom."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I was looking for a picture to put on my blog and there is a series of The English Roses.  Plus it's own little world.  The website is fun.  Google it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7550225658261068036?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7550225658261068036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7550225658261068036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7550225658261068036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7550225658261068036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/10/english-roses.html' title='The English Roses'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Stf_bvx0fyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l4nlTtLdrac/s72-c/english+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4537303975646504092</id><published>2009-10-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:18:43.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ss1gLq3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/K_rla7lsMEo/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390070082632461202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ss1gLq3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/K_rla7lsMEo/s400/Birthday+2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my joy in my life. I love this baby so much. This morning we had so much fun. She does things totally out of the blue. Blue meaning letting me know she is her own person in that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chunky&lt;/span&gt; monkey body. This morning she gave me my first kiss(without being asked or told). She just looked at me with her mouth wide open. Finally, she yelled at me to tell me what she wanted. Come on mom! I am so lucky to be a mother to these girls. I believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; greatest gift and the sole reason of being a woman is being a mother. I can't imagine my life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4537303975646504092?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4537303975646504092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4537303975646504092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4537303975646504092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4537303975646504092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-joy.html' title='My Joy'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ss1gLq3Eq5I/AAAAAAAAAeo/K_rla7lsMEo/s72-c/Birthday+2009+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8036290541812796340</id><published>2009-09-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:30:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip to Bear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2z01VK3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/J4yGPfxrzJA/s1600-h/new+camera+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932187435477874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2z01VK3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/J4yGPfxrzJA/s400/new+camera+138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2zQZCIDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W6CD3IrkoHk/s1600-h/new+camera+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932177653112882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2zQZCIDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/W6CD3IrkoHk/s400/new+camera+119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2y9fC_8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5tfkpIOPFPo/s1600-h/new+camera+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932172578062274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2y9fC_8I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5tfkpIOPFPo/s400/new+camera+141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jade yelling at her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2yXHWriI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9aLaiJq0nnc/s1600-h/new+camera+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932162278141474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2yXHWriI/AAAAAAAAAeI/9aLaiJq0nnc/s400/new+camera+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They adore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2x_FjVNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z6AutIBILOs/s1600-h/new+camera+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381932155828131026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2x_FjVNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z6AutIBILOs/s400/new+camera+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bambi loves Mia's clothes.  By the time Ryan got it her bow out of it's mouth it had swallowed the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8036290541812796340?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8036290541812796340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8036290541812796340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8036290541812796340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8036290541812796340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-trip-to-bear-world.html' title='Another trip to Bear World'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrB2z01VK3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/J4yGPfxrzJA/s72-c/new+camera+138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3343560160887438111</id><published>2009-09-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:15:36.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it !!!  10 years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBx-WxEA7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pIsYHLGcOnE/s1600-h/new+camera+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381926870784934834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBx-WxEA7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pIsYHLGcOnE/s400/new+camera+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the only picture I have of us on this joyous occasion.  I am quite sad about it. Now you know us by now.  We are very blunt and honest about our blissful marriage.  I asked Ryan if he could say that we have been happily married for 10 years.  He said and I quote.  " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... I would say 9 and 1/2 years."  To my shock and disbelief I said, "What 6 months were bad?"  Ryan then said, "Just a couple days here and there that added up to 6 months."  I love this man so much you have no idea.  He has given me 2 adorable children and we have so much to be grateful for.  I am even grateful for the couple of days here and there that added up that apparently weren't that great.  I guess we have made up and we are doing something right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3343560160887438111?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3343560160887438111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3343560160887438111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3343560160887438111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3343560160887438111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-made-it-10-years.html' title='We made it !!!  10 years!!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBx-WxEA7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/pIsYHLGcOnE/s72-c/new+camera+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4458612101195892482</id><published>2009-09-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:17:19.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, we came from Idaho to watch the game....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBvHblZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAdw/kg8wx8wWq0I/s1600-h/new+camera+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am far behind on blogging so you will have to forgive my cluster of blogs. We recently went to Dallas for a great game. Bryan, Jeni, Ryan, and I went and had a blast. Everyone was shocked that we came from Idaho to watch OU. Yes, we are hard core fans. We are very blessed to have great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBspXVTgOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qGlj1Zm5uBQ/s1600-h/new+camera+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381921012601553122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBspXVTgOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qGlj1Zm5uBQ/s400/new+camera+114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We heard of a famous piano bar and I really wanted to go. I wanted Ry to get his singing voice and break loose the animal inside him. Well, we were the first to arrive there and so they got to know us fast. As you can tell Jeni is a great singer. This is her singing a little Bob Dylan. Ryan finally broke loose to a song I bet most of us don't know. You guessed it Free Credit Report.com. I came back from the bathroom and Ryan was standing up and singing at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsosQIvII/AAAAAAAAAdg/9wAkfEKh348/s1600-h/new+camera+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381921001037151362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsosQIvII/AAAAAAAAAdg/9wAkfEKh348/s400/new+camera+110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeni tries really hard to be the subject of rumors. I love this picture. I guess you really had to be there. I am still laughing. Bryan was always in pictures when he was trying to get out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsoLZdeZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WSvyLhFadwY/s1600-h/new+camera+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381920992217889170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsoLZdeZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/WSvyLhFadwY/s400/new+camera+108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope we can get to take the kids here one day. It was the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsnq3Tq7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lzUNGtBppXo/s1600-h/new+camera+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381920983484705714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsnq3Tq7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/lzUNGtBppXo/s400/new+camera+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great highlight was seeing were Kennedy was shot. It was a very interesting and to be honest quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsm3LPijI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VUlZ8ZftqOU/s1600-h/new+camera+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381920969609677362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBsm3LPijI/AAAAAAAAAdI/VUlZ8ZftqOU/s400/new+camera+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous grassy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knoll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4458612101195892482?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4458612101195892482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4458612101195892482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4458612101195892482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4458612101195892482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-we-came-from-idaho-to-watch-game.html' title='Yes, we came from Idaho to watch the game....'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBspXVTgOI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qGlj1Zm5uBQ/s72-c/new+camera+114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4973661975165020504</id><published>2009-09-15T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:58:52.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OU vs BYU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBot2VV1eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qc9vtWpWsfU/s1600-h/ou+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381916691596170722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBot2VV1eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qc9vtWpWsfU/s400/ou+game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBocvsnSXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uXkzblNmpmo/s1600-h/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381916397756959090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBocvsnSXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/uXkzblNmpmo/s400/game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBocPaPF_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/VG7bqk-irjs/s1600-h/jeni+and+bry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381916389089941490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBocPaPF_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/VG7bqk-irjs/s400/jeni+and+bry2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CUTE COUPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnwppYrRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PE3ypi8A9-M/s1600-h/wando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915640218561810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnwppYrRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PE3ypi8A9-M/s400/wando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every picture Jeni was pulling some face. It was like wheres waldo when I was going through the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnwJUKyQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ksKmcMFqo4A/s1600-h/spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915631539636482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnwJUKyQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ksKmcMFqo4A/s400/spirit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnvcj4lkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bd0p0QnYiis/s1600-h/byu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915619525957186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnvcj4lkI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bd0p0QnYiis/s400/byu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is for you: Aaron, Jerianne, Jonathan, Uncle Richard, Tracie, Jamie, and basically both of our families and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnvAkDUtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/W7tjAofVu-8/s1600-h/ou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381915612010468050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBnvAkDUtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/W7tjAofVu-8/s400/ou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is for us... I had a blast. Bryan I am so happy that we went and you made me a forever a Boomer Sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4973661975165020504?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4973661975165020504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4973661975165020504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4973661975165020504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4973661975165020504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/09/ou-vs-byu.html' title='OU vs BYU'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SrBot2VV1eI/AAAAAAAAAdA/qc9vtWpWsfU/s72-c/ou+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8054510906925932347</id><published>2009-08-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:56:52.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFC3erJyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PriHFaCdWeE/s1600-h/WPC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533264868288290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFC3erJyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PriHFaCdWeE/s400/WPC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFCAOybEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/55X-E9aV7GU/s1600-h/WPC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533250037705794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFCAOybEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/55X-E9aV7GU/s400/WPC_0242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't realize how happy you really are until see a picture of you and your baby on a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFBqhUS0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Vu16oMvmV90/s1600-h/WPC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533244209843010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFBqhUS0I/AAAAAAAAAbw/Vu16oMvmV90/s400/WPC_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFBOQkjkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2mUuKVAWw38/s1600-h/WPC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371533236623412802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFBOQkjkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/2mUuKVAWw38/s400/WPC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these pictures.  You will have to watch out for more on Tracie's blog.  I wish for a lot of things.  But, I wish I could ride horses more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouCPQL92KI/AAAAAAAAAbg/s7Y0av1bd2w/s1600-h/duncan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8054510906925932347?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8054510906925932347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8054510906925932347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8054510906925932347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8054510906925932347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/08/cabin-2009.html' title='Cabin 2009'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouFC3erJyI/AAAAAAAAAcA/PriHFaCdWeE/s72-c/WPC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3125648262554373869</id><published>2009-08-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:39:14.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Steven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouBrlkBDgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Thd7CZ67ooI/s1600-h/arches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371529566386982402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouBrlkBDgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Thd7CZ67ooI/s400/arches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouAYJurCGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uxDj1ug1Pqs/s1600-h/aerosmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371528132986341474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouAYJurCGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/uxDj1ug1Pqs/s400/aerosmith.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan got me tickets to see Aerosmith this summer. Ryan decided to take a road trip to Denver. Did you notice I said Ryan. Anyway, we had a great time. I am glad I saw them before the tour was canceled. If you didn't know Steven Tyler was dancing on stage in Sturgis to Love in the Elevator-(ironic) doing the Steven Tyler shuffle and zagged instead of zigged. He broke his shoulder. They had to cancel the tour. Now I know they are in their 60's but they are HOT. Plus, I saw ZZ Top. How can it get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3125648262554373869?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3125648262554373869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3125648262554373869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3125648262554373869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3125648262554373869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-steven.html' title='Oh Steven...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SouBrlkBDgI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Thd7CZ67ooI/s72-c/arches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8591412878198303496</id><published>2009-07-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:41:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9d7Jxp8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cfZFZTQFGXY/s1600-h/mia+curler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154872224065474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9d7Jxp8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cfZFZTQFGXY/s400/mia+curler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OHHH LOOK HOW CUTE SHE IS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9dSzmJoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GfCzVtPBoCg/s1600-h/mia+curler+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154861393618562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9dSzmJoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/GfCzVtPBoCg/s400/mia+curler+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9dElQJkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/emARlhKYHPE/s1600-h/jade+marker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358154857575360066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9dElQJkI/AAAAAAAAAa4/emARlhKYHPE/s400/jade+marker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SwEeT!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;This was caused from taking the highlighter away-  Note Yellow on the face and arms.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8591412878198303496?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8591412878198303496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8591412878198303496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8591412878198303496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8591412878198303496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-night.html' title='My Night'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Slv9d7Jxp8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/cfZFZTQFGXY/s72-c/mia+curler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3875022504415455044</id><published>2009-06-28T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:03:24.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SkgQ1_axHMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JFaSck0xe4s/s1600-h/mia+dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352546676872649922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SkgQ1_axHMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JFaSck0xe4s/s400/mia+dress+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SkgQ1mEXoSI/AAAAAAAAAao/r0SW8eiy0Ms/s1600-h/jade+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352546670067818786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SkgQ1mEXoSI/AAAAAAAAAao/r0SW8eiy0Ms/s400/jade+dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture in Dick and Susan's backyard last week.  Our little girl is growing up so fast.  We have grown quite fond of her.  This little girl wakes up with a smile on her face.  She has everyone wrapped around her finger.  I never thought I could love anything as much as I do my children.  My cup runneth over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3875022504415455044?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3875022504415455044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3875022504415455044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3875022504415455044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3875022504415455044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-princess.html' title='Our Princess'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SkgQ1_axHMI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JFaSck0xe4s/s72-c/mia+dress+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-256506001143222893</id><published>2009-06-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:30:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess we are not happy after all.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sjh_bs2XS-I/AAAAAAAAAag/1sGtAdSPpDY/s1600-h/ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348164671374838754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sjh_bs2XS-I/AAAAAAAAAag/1sGtAdSPpDY/s400/ariel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading the Little Mermaid to Jade and this was our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic: And they lived happily ever after...... Jade do you think mommy and daddy are happily ever after?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade: No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade: Because daddy is mad at Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic: Why is daddy mad at Mia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade: Because Mia can say Mama and not Dada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can tell Ryan is not happy about this. I think it's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-256506001143222893?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/256506001143222893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=256506001143222893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/256506001143222893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/256506001143222893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-guess-we-are-not-happy-after-all.html' title='I guess we are not happy after all.....'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sjh_bs2XS-I/AAAAAAAAAag/1sGtAdSPpDY/s72-c/ariel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4242477323624979630</id><published>2009-05-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:09:18.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we are now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNH9-eQmSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CZCle4P6Mj4/s1600-h/mia+and+Jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342192713059047714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNH9-eQmSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CZCle4P6Mj4/s400/mia+and+Jade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan and I have been married 10 years this August. It has been amazing. Even though we fight probably everyday and he tells me I am a pain in the A$# everyday, we love each other. We brought these two little girls into this world. What else can I say. It was the best thing we could do as a couple. Sometimes I feel like I was selfish in waiting to have kids. I wish my grandpa could have met them. My only console is that he met them before they came to us. We work everyday on making our family function as a whole. I won't lie, it takes work. In more ways than one. I ask Ryan all the time- Would you marry me all over again? I know what the answer is. He just laughs. There usually isn't a answer. I just asked him again just now, and he said he doesn't know. Many of you would think "oh man thats sad," but I think it's funny. I know for a fact we would get married all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I told my mom about Ryan for the first time I said, "I am going to date Ryan when I go back to school." My mom told me I was pretty confident of myself, she meant full of myself. I was confident we would. He was different from everyone else. I knew we would would live an interesting life. We are for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4242477323624979630?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4242477323624979630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4242477323624979630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4242477323624979630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4242477323624979630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-we-are-now.html' title='Where we are now...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNH9-eQmSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/CZCle4P6Mj4/s72-c/mia+and+Jade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7015271408485510279</id><published>2009-05-31T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:14:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Bear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNHD9KxskI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7a8m5X13W_I/s1600-h/2009+bear+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342191716276482626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNHD9KxskI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7a8m5X13W_I/s400/2009+bear+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNHD5YtcVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DICghGMlGp8/s1600-h/2009+bear+world+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342191715261182290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNHD5YtcVI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DICghGMlGp8/s400/2009+bear+world+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This goat LOVED JADE!!  He followed her throughout the petting zoo.  The deer didn't love her so much.  He started pushing her with his head because she ran out of food.  I thought she would start crying like she does with everything, but she thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7015271408485510279?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7015271408485510279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7015271408485510279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7015271408485510279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7015271408485510279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/05/2009-bear-world.html' title='2009 Bear World'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SiNHD9KxskI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7a8m5X13W_I/s72-c/2009+bear+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2037589135602444300</id><published>2009-04-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:03:39.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't even know what to do!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SfkBOH0ldTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zzD7_L3KOJY/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330292976099095858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SfkBOH0ldTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zzD7_L3KOJY/s400/sleeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SfkBOJz_WRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/w1uvU41pac4/s1600-h/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330292976633469202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SfkBOJz_WRI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/w1uvU41pac4/s400/finger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she a angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan asked me a week ago why I had that color of nail polish. I only painted my toes with this color. It's green if you can't tell. My response was, "It's spring and I thought it looked happy." Now I know the real reason I got it. I was preparing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is our conversation 10 minutes ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole: "Look, Mia keeps gagging but she wants more peas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole: "RYAN!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan: "I don't even know what to do?!?" Grabbing for the blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan: gag gag gag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole: laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan : " Go straight to the bathroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan: "I am so happy it was you and not me. There would be a even bigger mess." gag gag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole: "Shut up R&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad it was me too. You can't handle this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan : "I am mad at both of you. Mia for throwing up like a grown man and you for saying, "Mia keeps gagging but she loves peas." gag gag &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gaaaggg&lt;/span&gt; "If she pee's on me it over between us.  I got to clean the carpet. Get in the- tub both of you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole: "Grab the camera." laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan: "You are not blogging about her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;throw up&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2037589135602444300?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2037589135602444300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2037589135602444300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2037589135602444300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2037589135602444300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-even-know-what-to-do.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t even know what to do!&quot;'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SfkBOH0ldTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/zzD7_L3KOJY/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7086175856532961151</id><published>2009-04-19T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:45:43.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ses29HaXF1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WTEvwGlLQOc/s1600-h/mia+tubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326411407885277010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ses29HaXF1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WTEvwGlLQOc/s400/mia+tubby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326402469453612066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sesu01KLxCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/AYLtmGu21X4/s400/peas.jpg" /&gt; Jade has the nick name of Jader Bugs and Mia's is Mia Belle. Mia has a special trait. She eats all the time. This was the first time she had peas. She is funny. She will gag on certain foods but she always polishes off the food. She is currently wearing 12 month clothing. When I dress her I have to stand her up and squeeze her bum in the pants.  Ryan always says, "Why does her shirts never cover her belly?"  I wish I could think it was so cute with myself. Some of her other nick names is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tubby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chunkers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When I took her to her doctors appointment at 4 months, he told me to take her off cereal. She was over 95% in everything. I have not given her cereal for two months. He told me she looked like a 9 month old instead of a 4 month old. I also complained that she spit up too much and he said, "Obviously it doesn't hurt her." We take it as a compliment.   I am going to love the next appointment.  She hasn't rolled over yet.  Her belly is too big.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note:  we haven't bought a camera yet and these are from my cell phone.  I am impressed.  They are better than my Sony Camera- Piece of JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7086175856532961151?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7086175856532961151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7086175856532961151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7086175856532961151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7086175856532961151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/04/mia-belle.html' title='Mia Belle'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Ses29HaXF1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WTEvwGlLQOc/s72-c/mia+tubby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5658638099845085143</id><published>2009-04-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:00:14.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SessyCULKQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FnOG_fk7h-4/s1600-h/rockstar+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400222422313218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SessyCULKQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FnOG_fk7h-4/s400/rockstar+look.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked her to say cheese and I got a rockstar look. I missed the sign she did with her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessx8XWXvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/n2z1HFBpC1k/s1600-h/jade+eatser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400220825018098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessx8XWXvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/n2z1HFBpC1k/s400/jade+eatser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Notice Ryan in the background... He was a little mad the bunny came early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessx9agZKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/F-AECNs0CMM/s1600-h/mom+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400221106693282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessx9agZKI/AAAAAAAAAYw/F-AECNs0CMM/s400/mom+easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a easter egg hunt at grandma J's. Mom played the easter bunny. Paige said that grandma spoils the kids. So true. Thanks MOM!! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessxm6Ys3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cwh5F5uYYJk/s1600-h/mia+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400215066391410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sessxm6Ys3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/cwh5F5uYYJk/s400/mia+easter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia got this from the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SessxWs_QwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ht_apoaQ05c/s1600-h/jade+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326400210715230978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SessxWs_QwI/AAAAAAAAAYg/ht_apoaQ05c/s400/jade+egg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5658638099845085143?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5658638099845085143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5658638099845085143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5658638099845085143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5658638099845085143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SessyCULKQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/FnOG_fk7h-4/s72-c/rockstar+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5837752469822359995</id><published>2009-03-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:26:23.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little McCain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ScGQRbGy0lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yf3WdVMbi4g/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314687664282325586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ScGQRbGy0lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yf3WdVMbi4g/s400/IMG_0894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jade has had the worst cough.  I told her if she wanted to see Grandpa that she had to wear a mask.  She had a quirky smile on her face and I didn't think much of it.  I was getting Mia in the car and I looked at her and she had Ryan's halloween mask on.  I busted up.  She brought a smile on Grandpa's face.  That's all that matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5837752469822359995?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5837752469822359995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5837752469822359995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5837752469822359995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5837752469822359995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-little-mccain.html' title='My Little McCain'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ScGQRbGy0lI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yf3WdVMbi4g/s72-c/IMG_0894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8410424102524901426</id><published>2009-03-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:12:01.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppa</title><content type='html'>He is doing good. He is awake today. A little sore but who wounldn't be. I am just thankful! I will have to share the photo we took of him. He wanted us to take a picture to show him how bad it was. That was one of the first questions he asked me. Yeah dad- that was the first thing on our mind to do for you, but I managed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8410424102524901426?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8410424102524901426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8410424102524901426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8410424102524901426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8410424102524901426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-poppa.html' title='Poppa'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3545264261287614081</id><published>2009-03-11T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:42:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Mia has RSV.  WHAWHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3545264261287614081?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3545264261287614081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3545264261287614081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3545264261287614081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3545264261287614081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-wednesday.html' title='On Wednesday'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4106380761605218727</id><published>2009-03-10T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:37:22.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wHaTeVeR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I am not going to vent..... Ok I will. Jade and Mia have a cold from the deepest darkest part of the world. Jade has drank 118 oz. of orange juice in four days. At least she is drinking. That doesn't include the orange juice I bought for my moms house. Mia looks like she she has been crying for days. Her poor little eyes are so red and they won't stop draining. Of coarse the doctors won't give us anything. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sHoCkEd..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This started on Wednesday last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Thursdays ago we found my dad has to have open heart surgery. I have not been the strongest person about this.  Jade is going to have a rough time.  The recovery part is going to be tough.   All around it is going to be hard.  My dad is going to go crazy.  He can't sit still.  I just pray it will be fast and he can go back to his normal self. Please include him in your prayers. It will take place this Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;INHALE- EXHALE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And finally Sportsman's... Just look at the website. I not even going to get into it. That took place yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just give me a diet rock star and I will be happy. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311767845088590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sbcwtk_Y-2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z8_sW0ylN6g/s400/-drink-coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4106380761605218727?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4106380761605218727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4106380761605218727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4106380761605218727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4106380761605218727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever.html' title='wHaTeVeR!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/Sbcwtk_Y-2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z8_sW0ylN6g/s72-c/-drink-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-404925291742231341</id><published>2009-02-24T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:44:05.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things</title><content type='html'>Ten Things I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take my girls to Ireland when they get older.&lt;br /&gt;2. Want to see Flaming June. I think it's in a museum in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico still.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drive a a 1954 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Porshe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Live outside the country for at least a year. Ireland or Scotland..&lt;br /&gt;6. Want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fenway&lt;/span&gt; with Ryan again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make Ryan happy for the the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;8. Take my girls to Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get in the best possible shape. First I have to start working out.&lt;br /&gt;10. Grow a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I want to go on the Amazing Race with Ryan- See if we can get the best ratings with our fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bungee&lt;/span&gt; jumping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have the sex talk with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mate socks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't want to fight with Ryan- I would fight on the Amazing Race though. Couldn't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get in a bikini.... Right now&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to the Middle East.&lt;br /&gt;7. Look out the window at the cabin in the middle of the night, and see someone in the woods. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes,it is always on my mind when I stay there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Eat pickled eggs again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Meet Vince McMahon.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kill a hobo spider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-404925291742231341?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/404925291742231341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=404925291742231341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/404925291742231341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/404925291742231341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten-things.html' title='Ten Things'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-18294185782751648</id><published>2009-02-21T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:29:40.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="mediumFlashEmbedded" style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 302px" name="mediumFlash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://hbo.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/hbo-hbocom1-pub01-live/current/takingchancecoresite/multipleCategoryPlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf" width="327" height="302" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="playerId=takingchancecoresite&amp;amp;referralObject=3419535" wmode="window" scriptaccess="always" salign="LT" menu="false" scale="noscale" play="false" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you pause the music on the playlist and play this clip.......&lt;br /&gt;First of all I am a huge fan of HBO. This is by far the most moving movie I have seen. After watching this I looked in the mirror, and it looked like I got hit by a baseball bat. I cried from start to finish. I recommend everyone to watch this. If you don't have HBO, then BUY it when it comes out. I can even describe this movie. It really touched my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-18294185782751648?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/18294185782751648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=18294185782751648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/18294185782751648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/18294185782751648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-chance.html' title='Taking Chance'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6206553967463695020</id><published>2009-02-18T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:53:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute to Jeni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SZ0KV3WxYuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q56pm_rQixI/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304407306865304290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SZ0KV3WxYuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q56pm_rQixI/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my best friend Jeni.  I love her truly.  I decided to make a tribute to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;.  She recently had a baby boy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tonite&lt;/span&gt; Jade said her first prayer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uncoaxed&lt;/span&gt;.  She always makes me say them, but I finally talked her in saying a prayer.  I couldn't understand half of it but Jeni and her kids were the only people she brought up.  She blessed the baby to have a good day at Jeni's house.  Then said something that sounded like jelly beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeni and I have been best friends since I was a junior in high school.  We have shared the best times together.  We are constantly proving our friendship to each other.  We always end our phone calls saying, "the things I wouldn't do for you."  We only talk to each other like eight times a day.  Ryan will get so mad when I start laughing so hard and I can't stop.  Little does he know we are probably talking about him doing the hula hula on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  So you can imagine the trouble we get into.  Half of the stories we share are things I would kill my daughter if I ever caught her.  We both know that our kids will repay us one day.  I only hope Jeni will be there for me to console me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I also owe her for technically introducing me to Ryan.  That's another story......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6206553967463695020?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6206553967463695020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6206553967463695020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6206553967463695020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6206553967463695020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-tribute-to-jeni.html' title='My Tribute to Jeni'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SZ0KV3WxYuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Q56pm_rQixI/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1354722991099914242</id><published>2009-02-05T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:02:11.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYsn7zkaVdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4Gza7LozVac/s1600-h/love+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299373294940214738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYsn7zkaVdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4Gza7LozVac/s400/love+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say that you mean the world to me and the kids.  You do so much for us and it is appreciated in every way.  I can say my mom and dad are great friends to me.  My dad can &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always make me laugh when I need it the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  And when people say I am just like my dad I take it as a compliment.  All of his daughters have a very unique and gifted way on expressing their feelings.  My dad passed that trait to tell it the way it is.  I love that about him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite quote,  "Tell them to take a flying leap, in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;float'in&lt;/span&gt; donut!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you dad!!  Happy Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1354722991099914242?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1354722991099914242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1354722991099914242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1354722991099914242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1354722991099914242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYsn7zkaVdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/4Gza7LozVac/s72-c/love+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6354515137341195513</id><published>2009-02-01T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:21:21.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SISTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZYa4LR0gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/85IlIrKheYM/s1600-h/2-1-09+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298019230427501058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZYa4LR0gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/85IlIrKheYM/s400/2-1-09+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6354515137341195513?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6354515137341195513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6354515137341195513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6354515137341195513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6354515137341195513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/sisters.html' title='SISTERS'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZYa4LR0gI/AAAAAAAAAXE/85IlIrKheYM/s72-c/2-1-09+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2617848260219310432</id><published>2009-02-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:16:06.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gator and ME....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPLGsoHRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h5QWMmXndVY/s1600-h/2-1-09+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298009063842913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPLGsoHRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h5QWMmXndVY/s400/2-1-09+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPK-a-4II/AAAAAAAAAWE/aIE36OFCF70/s1600-h/2-1-09+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298009061621424258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPK-a-4II/AAAAAAAAAWE/aIE36OFCF70/s400/2-1-09+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPKZ5TbOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zhkSe2eD-iM/s1600-h/2-1-09+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298009051816488162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPKZ5TbOI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zhkSe2eD-iM/s400/2-1-09+118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gator burnt his nose and the vet told my dad to take a marker to his nose and it would heal. Funniest thing I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPKXl3_ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/92buwgsFc3c/s1600-h/2-1-09+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298009051198127506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPKXl3_ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/92buwgsFc3c/s400/2-1-09+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been suffering from seizures. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; witnessed one of them and now she won't leave his side. It makes me sad to know that she saw it. I have to admit that we love this dog so much. I don't know what we would do if anything would happen to him. The vet said it is normal for dogs to have seizures. My dad is trying everything to try and make them stop. Hopefully something works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on a leash, and taking him for a walk in the house.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Gator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brought Ryan a ball and smart Ryan threw the ball. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH JADE ATTACHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He bragged Jade the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt; of the house. Ryan and Dad were laughing so hard they had tears rolling down their cheeks. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came to me and said it was like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2617848260219310432?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2617848260219310432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2617848260219310432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2617848260219310432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2617848260219310432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/02/gator-and-me.html' title='Gator and ME....'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYZPLGsoHRI/AAAAAAAAAWM/h5QWMmXndVY/s72-c/2-1-09+131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-832427860987609543</id><published>2009-01-31T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T11:08:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to thank everyone that came to Mia's blessing. It meant the world to me that people traveled long distances to support us and our &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ryan and I are very blessed to have such good family and friends. When Jade says her prayers at night all of you are included. It is amazing to see that a three year old can tell who loves her and her family. Well she does always bless Gator too. Gator loves that kid to pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-832427860987609543?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/832427860987609543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=832427860987609543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/832427860987609543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/832427860987609543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6775646599611205760</id><published>2009-01-31T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:41:56.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First angel of the year..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU19ka3xyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wlvxmAbQk-I/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297699868535932706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU19ka3xyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wlvxmAbQk-I/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU0uokxZyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_tJ0RYYYkiQ/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297698512441534242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU0uokxZyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_tJ0RYYYkiQ/s400/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all I can't stand my camera. Most of my pictures have not turned out. But I am happy that these turned out. Jade was so excited to play in the snow. She had to get dressed and make a snow angel. It lasted all but five minutes. For her first snow angel I think it is pretty good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU0dBkZSjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ItrSQhQRlkQ/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6775646599611205760?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6775646599611205760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6775646599611205760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6775646599611205760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6775646599611205760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-of-all-i-cant-stand-my-camera.html' title='First angel of the year..'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SYU19ka3xyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/wlvxmAbQk-I/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-9177728979436029195</id><published>2009-01-07T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:14:21.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I make cute kids!</title><content type='html'>Ryan wanted to go to a movie the other night.  I kept saying that it was way to late for a movie.  Cute little Jade was listening to her mom and told dad that we couldn't go.  Ry was very persistent and told her he would buy her popcorn.  Jade said "Dad if you ask me one more time, I am going to pick my butt!"  Ry and I were laughing so hard.  I love that kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-9177728979436029195?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/9177728979436029195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=9177728979436029195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/9177728979436029195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/9177728979436029195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-make-cute-kids.html' title='I make cute kids!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6023815073313021102</id><published>2008-12-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:16:15.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah it's that time of year again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970335338992930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eDlzuFSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1pet7g82yBg/s400/love+446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes- I got a haircut and I don't know about it yet.... It's a A line if you can't tell.&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 href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eC04otBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CnjQmDwzdqY/s1600-h/love+437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970322206274578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eC04otBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/CnjQmDwzdqY/s400/love+437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade is my babysitter starting around 6:00 am while I get ready for work. Yes she is quite young but very trust worthy. Yes Ryan is still in bed....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eAu6PBxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uMqegM9EJ18/s1600-h/love+439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970286242629394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eAu6PBxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uMqegM9EJ18/s400/love+439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My North Pole Village. Jade and I are planning on moving there one day. Jade wants to live in Santa's house. She says she doesn't fit . She doesn't get the North Pole is not in our living room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6023815073313021102?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6023815073313021102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6023815073313021102' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6023815073313021102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6023815073313021102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah-its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='Yeah it&apos;s that time of year again....'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/ST8eDlzuFSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1pet7g82yBg/s72-c/love+446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7021999438093299149</id><published>2008-11-24T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:02:14.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at that double chin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SStosB2EFQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GJvfPNNkt0/s1600-h/mia+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SStosB2EFQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GJvfPNNkt0/s400/mia+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272422894386025730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still trying to get on a schedule before I go back to work.  She was up until 5:30 am last night.  Ryan and I did sleep together for the first time since we had her.  Not to say it was only for 2 hours and she woke up.  Then Jade woke up so Ryan and I switched children. I went on the couch and Ry went with Jade's in her room.  Super Nanny would be so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7021999438093299149?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7021999438093299149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7021999438093299149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7021999438093299149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7021999438093299149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-still-trying-to-get-on-schedule.html' title='Look at that double chin!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SStosB2EFQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/8GJvfPNNkt0/s72-c/mia+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3257801185711454188</id><published>2008-11-17T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:51:34.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I get sleep EVER?</title><content type='html'>We recently went to Utah to see Ryan's family. Mia did so well. She ate constantly starting around eight and ending around midnight. She slept until 5:oo am, then the next night until 6:00 am in the morning. But we get back to Idaho and she is terrible.  Then I keep Jade up as long as I can so she will sleep in.  So I am screwing up her sleep too.  Will it ever end?  On a brighter note I am wishing we could skip Christmas this year.  Ryan and I have been talking and we are going to skip at least two Christmas's and travel somewhere.  I wish it could be this year.  If anyone has suggestions on where we should go give a shout out.  Love to all!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3257801185711454188?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3257801185711454188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3257801185711454188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3257801185711454188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3257801185711454188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-i-get-sleep-ever.html' title='Will I get sleep EVER?'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1903868208954163730</id><published>2008-11-02T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:47:55.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SQ5TimoyefI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d4oKM-iOzgs/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SQ5TimoyefI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d4oKM-iOzgs/s400/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264236868394973682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SQ5TiRmJrUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gz9FLUDO6ws/s1600-h/mia+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SQ5TiRmJrUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/gz9FLUDO6ws/s400/mia+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264236862746766658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATS: 8 lbs and 5 oz.&lt;br /&gt;21 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very blessed to have a new addition to this small family. Sorry that I took so long to update, but trying to get on a routine is impossible. Laundry has tripled and this house was spotless before we left to have her. Now I have given up and just try to make a pathway into each room. I will have to say that this birth was 100% better than Jades. I was expecting the worse, and I made sure the doctors knew my fears. I am a wimp when it comes to anything medical. They took very good care of me. As for nights, Ryan lets me sleep until 3 am and then I take over. I have to admit that it works for us. With Jade it was worse. Our kids just are night owls. Just like their dad. Ryan went out and bought Rock Band to entertain us at night. I have to say I was excited about this purchase. I am a want a be ROCKINROLLA. This girl knows how to eat though. I have to give her a bottle on top of what I feed her every time. She lets me know every time too. Her cry is just was loud as a siren. jade is adjusting very well. We were nervous to start with but she came around. She has to have Mia in bed with her to fall asleep. When she wakes up and she is not there she flips out. I cannot explain how happy I am. Our family is complete and this feeling of content and satisfaction is pouring out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1903868208954163730?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1903868208954163730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1903868208954163730' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1903868208954163730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1903868208954163730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/11/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SQ5TimoyefI/AAAAAAAAAUc/d4oKM-iOzgs/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3620625186441998113</id><published>2008-10-08T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:55:45.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velma Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1wqSnAb8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tioYWXtqZyc/s1600-h/354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1wqSnAb8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tioYWXtqZyc/s400/354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254980212063498178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooby Doo has knocked on our door and graced us with Velma. I could not resist this costume. I laughed so hard when Jade tried it on. Ryan, I hope will be Shaggy. He has the costume but the shirt is tighter than spandex. I personally think it is pretty hot and sexy but he doesn't. Of coarse. He is always hot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh PS I started to dilate. Yippee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3620625186441998113?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3620625186441998113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3620625186441998113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3620625186441998113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3620625186441998113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/10/velma-burke.html' title='Velma Burke'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1wqSnAb8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tioYWXtqZyc/s72-c/354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6998732511781824893</id><published>2008-10-08T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:35:35.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1s6cSfqII/AAAAAAAAAT8/-g4V_Z24Ixk/s1600-h/345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1s6cSfqII/AAAAAAAAAT8/-g4V_Z24Ixk/s400/345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254976091493214338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is dancing to Grease Lighting. Luckily she doesn't understand the words. That is not a rated G song. But I thought it was cute. She was going to town, I had to take a picture. Who could resist John Travolta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6998732511781824893?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6998732511781824893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6998732511781824893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6998732511781824893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6998732511781824893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/10/grease.html' title='GREASE'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SO1s6cSfqII/AAAAAAAAAT8/-g4V_Z24Ixk/s72-c/345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-2127156280376936784</id><published>2008-09-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:41:27.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Mia Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SOLEy6M0vwI/AAAAAAAAATc/nSVIaOklLWk/s1600-h/mia+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SOLEy6M0vwI/AAAAAAAAATc/nSVIaOklLWk/s400/mia+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251976494362967810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SOLEmbX8apI/AAAAAAAAATU/YSIpBGFkZcM/s1600-h/mia+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SOLEmbX8apI/AAAAAAAAATU/YSIpBGFkZcM/s400/mia+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251976279929678482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mia.  She looks a little smouched.  I went to the doctor today and told them I been having contractions everyday.  Of coarse they said that is normal.  Nothing is normal about being in pain.  Feeling like you are going to throw up when it hits.  There is nothing normal about child birth.  For you women that want more than four kids- MORE POWER TO YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-2127156280376936784?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/2127156280376936784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=2127156280376936784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2127156280376936784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/2127156280376936784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-mia-burke_30.html' title='Introducing Mia Burke'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SOLEy6M0vwI/AAAAAAAAATc/nSVIaOklLWk/s72-c/mia+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6275071741819096234</id><published>2008-09-24T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:39:34.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Blah Update...</title><content type='html'>My parents computer crashed and they have had our computer at their house. This is the first time I have been on FOREVER. I love getting caught up on everyone's blogs. Tomorrow I will the 3D ultrasound we got. Our new baby is looking mighty fine. I look like I am about to pop. I am very depressed on how big I am. I do not have good child bearing genes. I am HUGE! I have decided to get a eating disorder after this thing is over. Now if you know me you will know I am just joking. I love food too much. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan is in Seattle.  Well first he and dad went to Denver for the game.  Then he had to go to DQ meetings.  We miss him terribly.  Jade is having a hard time with the new baby coming and Ry being gone.  Tonite she begged to spend the night at grandpa and grandma's.  So this means no sleep for either one of us.  She always gets scared and she says she sees shadows.  I will have to post pictures of her bedroom.  Ryan was kind enough to paint her new room.  (I had to nag for 3 months)  Till tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6275071741819096234?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6275071741819096234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6275071741819096234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6275071741819096234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6275071741819096234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-blah-update.html' title='Just a Blah Update...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-1461757394514832531</id><published>2008-09-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:45:05.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have killed Jade</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that the baby came early. So I woke up in a panic. I am not ready at all. I haven't even started. I saw that there are bottles that are BPA free. Of coarse I need to buy those. Then I started think about Jades sippy cups and her bottles. I called by dad and he read all about BPA and what it does. I have killed Jade and if she get cancer or forms a extra brain I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-1461757394514832531?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/1461757394514832531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=1461757394514832531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1461757394514832531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/1461757394514832531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-i-have-killed-jade.html' title='I think I have killed Jade'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7344702358064233707</id><published>2008-08-26T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:45:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Paige??</title><content type='html'>So if you haven't read Tracie's blog... Paige got left at the river- a good 20 minute drive.  The reason I am writing this is I have to give kudos to my mom- the good grandma because she was the first person to ask where Paige was, when everyone got back to the cabin.  This is grandma Chris, "Where's Paige?" - I think she is upstairs taking a nap.  Grandma asked like 5 minutes later "Where's Paige?"- I think she is outside on the deck.  Finally and I am not joking when I say 15 minutes later, I went outside and looked at my mom and said, "you better look in the car and make sure she is not sleeping with the doors shut."  Clay said he already looked.  I then asked who did she drive back with.  Bryan said "I had Alex."  I looked at my mom and she said, "YOU LEFT HER AT THE RIVER!"  I ran upstair and asked Tracie, "who did paige ride back with?"  "She rode back with Bryan"...."No she didn't", I said.  Tracie jumped out of bed and swore a awful word no one whould think Tracie would say.  She took both hands and pulled her hair. This happened the first 20 minutes Ryan and I got there.  Keep in mind we were supposed to leave Jade up there all week.  I looked at my mom and said Ryan isn't going to want to leave Jade up here now.  We just laughed.  There was nothing we could do.  Ryan and Dad took off with Traice.  Going about 90 mph.  We can laugh about it now because Paige is a smart girl.  We are still laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7344702358064233707?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7344702358064233707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7344702358064233707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7344702358064233707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7344702358064233707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheres-paige.html' title='Where&apos;s Paige??'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4586946201640090199</id><published>2008-08-19T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:53:28.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Tracie....</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs to shoot Tracie an email or a call on what happened at the cabin with Paige. If she doesn't tell you I am going to blog about it. I told her I would as soon as Jed sent me the picture of Tracie and Paige coming home from the river. But Tracie should tell you first. All I can do is add more humor to the situation. Tracie will start crying. We can laugh at it now but, Tracie busted out a hemorrhoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4586946201640090199?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4586946201640090199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4586946201640090199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4586946201640090199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4586946201640090199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/08/ask-tracie.html' title='Ask Tracie....'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5250122164842097802</id><published>2008-08-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:19:50.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally in my third trimester!! Wha HOO!! I went for a doctor visit today and I feel like time has flown by. I am low in iron but that is nothing new. I was with Jade before and after her birth. I will have to admit I more nervous to have this baby then I was to have the first. Because no one told me how awful the recovery was. I thought Tracie was just a wimp. Yes, I did offer an apology after I went through it. Not to mention how terrible breastfeeding was. I was not going to breastfeed with this baby but I knew I would get the guilt trip of doing it with one baby and not this one. So I am not happy about it. But I will do it... I will.. I am trying to think of a good point about child bearing.. I can't.. The only good thing is that you have a new life to add to your family. This is probably too much information if any men read this. At least I didn't get gory. Be thankful. Love you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5250122164842097802?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5250122164842097802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5250122164842097802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5250122164842097802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5250122164842097802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5702034878166632823</id><published>2008-07-30T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:54:36.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2954361355560568242&amp;amp;site=widget-b2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=2954361355560568242&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p1/2954361355560568242/bb_t000_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=2954361355560568242&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p2/2954361355560568242/bb_t000_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=2954361355560568242&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b2.slide.com/p4/2954361355560568242/bb_t000_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5702034878166632823?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5702034878166632823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5702034878166632823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5702034878166632823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5702034878166632823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/07/bear-world_30.html' title='Bear World'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-61157382345736358</id><published>2008-07-30T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:19:09.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson in Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SJCSIH60evI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AxFAsUnujUs/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228839835639511794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SJCSIH60evI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AxFAsUnujUs/s400/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SJCQ4iK4qZI/AAAAAAAAANI/PIswZ-nlIo0/s1600-h/730+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went through Jade's old clothes last night, and we tried to teach her these are going to be the new baby's clothes.  That outfit is a 3M.  Ryan and I were laughing so hard.  She kept saying that The pants were "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too BIG for my bum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".  That was another lesson in the difference of small and big.  She had to wear it to bed. She wants to wear it the rest of the day.  I told her if she wanted to go to Bear World she had to get a outfit to cover her belly.  Her belly button is a whole new subject.   Ryan is a little sensitive about it.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inherited&lt;/span&gt; that trait from her daddy.  This picture was taken when she woke up.  Explanation for the hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-61157382345736358?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/61157382345736358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=61157382345736358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/61157382345736358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/61157382345736358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-in-sharing.html' title='Lesson in Sharing'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SJCSIH60evI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AxFAsUnujUs/s72-c/DSC00694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5152733075599911747</id><published>2008-07-13T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:13:18.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQw6PJ4dI/AAAAAAAAANA/RAi01FHaQRE/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQinCGoCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qknxk3WnAag/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQw6PJ4dI/AAAAAAAAANA/RAi01FHaQRE/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716256574628306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="296" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQw6PJ4dI/AAAAAAAAANA/RAi01FHaQRE/s400/DSC00560.JPG" width="633" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQinCGoCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qknxk3WnAag/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716010901446690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="296" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQinCGoCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/qknxk3WnAag/s400/DSC00559.JPG" width="499" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jade had to wear head phones during our wait for the fireworks. Jade finds every loud noise too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. I was the same way on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;. I remember hiding under Grandma Pete's table watching the fireworks through the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5152733075599911747?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5152733075599911747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5152733075599911747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5152733075599911747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5152733075599911747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th.html' title='The 4th!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrQw6PJ4dI/AAAAAAAAANA/RAi01FHaQRE/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6664202844819429849</id><published>2008-07-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:03:40.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrM2zL3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HxBn1yIv8ho/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222711959714489570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrM2zL3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HxBn1yIv8ho/s400/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't updated this because I thought my camera was broken but it took me two weeks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; out it was the charger.  I was lost without my camera.  So the minute I figured it out- I thought I should brag about my skills as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gardener&lt;/span&gt;.   These are my roses.  I take no credit for them.  I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY THEY ARE ALIVE.  Every year I keep thinking they won't come back because I don't do a thing to them.  I butcher them twice a year and that is it.  I thought I better take a picture for you all to think I have a green thumb.  I don't.  My backyard is looking pretty sad.  We had big plans but this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DQ&lt;/span&gt; remodel is taking more of Ryan's time than thought.  That's a whole other blog.  It is a mess.  Dad says when he is done with it he is going to the cabin and he might not come back.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6664202844819429849?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6664202844819429849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6664202844819429849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6664202844819429849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6664202844819429849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-roses.html' title='My Roses'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SHrM2zL3ZOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HxBn1yIv8ho/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-8438074565336049636</id><published>2008-06-18T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:45:18.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News!</title><content type='html'>Well I will have to apologize that I have not updated this forever. We have had &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; going on. Well the biggest news that we have is that we are having another &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, Ryan lost the son he never had. This is what happens to sport fanatics. He told me at the doctors office that we are going to a lot of baseball games to make up for this. He is just realizing that he is out numbered. He is great with Jade and he will be even better with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana (Ryan's mom) got married last weekend. I will have to post some pictures later. It was very nice. Randy and her make a great couple. I ended up in the emergency room on Friday morning. I had a kidney infection. I got two days of IV antibiotics. It was awful though. I have not been through that much pain before. No I don't believe in pain- there are drugs for that. Even in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade is doing great. She is in a phase that when I yell at her she tells me, " Mommy you hurt my feelings." Then I feel like the worst mom. She always has big ol tears in her eyes too. I love her to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-8438074565336049636?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/8438074565336049636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=8438074565336049636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8438074565336049636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/8438074565336049636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/06/news.html' title='News!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-3655808268908703698</id><published>2008-05-21T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:20:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's one cute kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTXD-WT5UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jZMDimbv3N0/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203019932795921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTXD-WT5UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jZMDimbv3N0/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTW-uWT5TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/37fCHhUQUPQ/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203019842601608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTW-uWT5TI/AAAAAAAAAMg/37fCHhUQUPQ/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTW5eWT5SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DasiPSzTKVk/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203019752407295266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTW5eWT5SI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DasiPSzTKVk/s400/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought some of you would enjoy some pictures of Ryan when he &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; cute, adorable, tender hearted, and all boy. I'm just joking Ryan, you know I think you are the light of my life. Plus I see you as my hot husband I can't get enough of. I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the pictues that I meant to be in Don's CD but I am not that bright with a scanner. You can see Jade takes after her daddy. I love you Ryan!!! xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-3655808268908703698?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/3655808268908703698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=3655808268908703698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3655808268908703698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/3655808268908703698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-one-cute-kid.html' title='That&apos;s one cute kid!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SDTXD-WT5UI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jZMDimbv3N0/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-877355358276247945</id><published>2008-04-22T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:32:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know everyone will think less of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SA65inljuyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VNy5rJLtvFg/s1600-h/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192291424797965090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SA65inljuyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VNy5rJLtvFg/s320/sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might be condemned for this. Few of you would admit watching HBO late at night but I will come clean. I know who you are.   I will get made fun of.  I LOVE this show.  I know it is vulgar, racy, and I love every minute of it.  I watched the trailer on the web and started crying.   I miss it so much.  I would watch it with my friends and we would sit down and watch like six at a time.  I cried on the last episode.  I could not believe my show was over.  Part of me was over.  I even found myself dressing better when it was on.  I guess that would describe my grubbiness these last couple of years.   Well if any of you would like to make a confession I am always here to listen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-877355358276247945?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/877355358276247945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=877355358276247945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/877355358276247945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/877355358276247945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-everyone-will-think-less-of-me.html' title='I know everyone will think less of me...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SA65inljuyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VNy5rJLtvFg/s72-c/sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4214117846550494753</id><published>2008-04-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:11:45.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know everyone already knows but...</title><content type='html'>I decided to make it official. Yes I am pregnant.  I have basically told everyone from the start but this is for the family in other states.  I have waited and waited for a time that I would feel good and happy.  Right now I am writing this with my head on the couch.  I am sick all the time.  I can't seem so throw up.  It is a mental thing.  I refuse too.  So I shovel the food in my mouth and wait for it to pass.  Usually women don't gain weight until they are months along.  Not I!  But I will take all the advice anyone will give.  Give me your secrets.  Or give me new recipes.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4214117846550494753?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4214117846550494753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4214117846550494753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4214117846550494753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4214117846550494753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-everyone-already-knows-but.html' title='I know everyone already knows but...'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-6031458179933751366</id><published>2008-04-13T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:19:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy look I went Potty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALnhHUZL9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/l2MM0VpUrBU/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964276770516946" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALnhHUZL9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/l2MM0VpUrBU/s320/DSC00538.JPG" width="652" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;Jade has only had ONE accident-  and it wasn't at my house.  Sorry grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALnSHUZL8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/R645b4-siO8/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188964019072479170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALnSHUZL8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/R645b4-siO8/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade from the start has been going on her own.  As soon as we came back from Disney I said it was time.   I don't even have to ask.   We were at the park and her looked at me and said, "Mom change my butt now".  What?   OK it's time.  I'll take the hint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-6031458179933751366?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/6031458179933751366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=6031458179933751366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6031458179933751366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/6031458179933751366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/mommy-look-i-went-potty.html' title='Mommy look I went Potty!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALnhHUZL9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/l2MM0VpUrBU/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5087804053630985476</id><published>2008-04-13T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:20:45.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALlzHUZL7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TL5OelCh4Zs/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188962386984906674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALlzHUZL7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TL5OelCh4Zs/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast in Disney. Jade is a little young still but she was a trooper. She was scared of the ocean, too loud. She was scared of the characters, too big and just overwhelming. She was scared of the fireworks at the Angels game, too loud. We went to playhouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;- she was scared of Big Blue Jet, too loud. We went to breakfast the first morning and Chip and Dale were there. I knew from there it would be difficult. The whole place was staring at me. I had the only kid screaming her head off and wanted nothing to do with Chip and Dale. I had a person come up to me and say "it's really not that bad, I promise." My face must of said a couple of words without me knowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part was Soaring California and the Rapid ride. I wish they could have a movie like Soaring California except it went around the world and it lasted three hours. Jade's favorite was the Tea Cups. Ryan's was Space Mountain. We also went to Sea World. Did I mention Jade was scared of anything I called a whale? We ended up calling all the whales and sharks dolphins. Tracie's kids loved every minute of it. Alex had to go on the Tower of Terror when we got to the hotel. Tracie and Jed took him. He went on it once and that was it for him. He wouldn't go on it again. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun. I hope to take Jade back when she is older. I know I will- Tracie is my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5087804053630985476?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5087804053630985476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5087804053630985476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5087804053630985476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5087804053630985476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/disney.html' title='Disney!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/SALlzHUZL7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TL5OelCh4Zs/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7407685873424536447</id><published>2008-04-13T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:48:50.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryan and Andrea Wilmot</title><content type='html'>The Wedding was great.  I am very happy for the both of them.  I took pictures all day long and I went to post the pictures, and it must have been on my parents camera.  I didn't have one picture on my camera.  I will have to go to my parents and download more pictures.  The Capitol Building was very impressive.  I wish them all the happiness in the world.  I will try and post tomorrow all the pictures.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7407685873424536447?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7407685873424536447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7407685873424536447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7407685873424536447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7407685873424536447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/bryan-and-andrea-wilmot.html' title='Bryan and Andrea Wilmot'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-7295526397933057693</id><published>2008-04-03T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:08:39.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Jade</title><content type='html'>I decided to take Jade back to the doctors office and asked him to give her the shots instead of the syrup.  Lets just say it didn't go so hot.  I don't know what issue Jade takes well.  She wouldn't let me take off her pant to get in her pj's that night.  Then the next day I wanted her to take a bath.  That was a hour tantrum.  She wouldn't sit in the tub because she said the water hurt.  She also refused to walk for half the days that she got the shots. Needless to say, she still has all the band aids on her legs.  That will be a new fight of the night.  So little Jader Bug ended up with seven shots in three days.  I still think it is better than fighting her for ten days and getting thrown up on 20 times in those 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Bryan's wedding.  Then we are off to Disneyland.  Tracie has reminded me everyday that we will soon be in the happiest place on earth.  Hmmm.  I think it the most crowded place on earth.  We are going on Sea World also.  I will have to post all the pictures when we get back.    Hope to see some of you at the wedding.  Love to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-7295526397933057693?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/7295526397933057693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=7295526397933057693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7295526397933057693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/7295526397933057693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-on-jade.html' title='Update on Jade'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-5825982903378615</id><published>2008-03-27T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:43:39.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-wcFR-pyxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LHcs8QpCbIA/s1600-h/DSC00460-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182548148247710482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-wcFR-pyxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LHcs8QpCbIA/s320/DSC00460-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's looks like I drug my daughter, but no we got the news today that she has viral pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it would be my turn. It was bound to catch up to our family when everyone else had it. Jade has had a fever for four days. I have called the doctors office numerous times and they kept telling me to wait. It makes me upset that they always want you to wait. By the third night I knew I had to take her in. She had a temp of 103.8 all night and I was a nervous wreck. They sent us over for a chest x-ray and I thought in my head, "this will be another test that shows nothing is wrong and we will end up paying $400 for it". Ryan had to hold her arms up and the nurse was holding her feet down because she was pulling herself up in Ryan's arms. But obviously she is going to be alright she has to eat her girl scout cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-5825982903378615?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/5825982903378615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=5825982903378615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5825982903378615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/5825982903378615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-poor-baby.html' title='My Poor Baby!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-wcFR-pyxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LHcs8QpCbIA/s72-c/DSC00460-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-571298319639099933.post-4837327242595048037</id><published>2008-03-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:48:08.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APRIL 5th..  THE BIG DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-SJMh-pywI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/p_RayXnIlKY/s1600-h/Announcement5x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180416319755504386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-SJMh-pywI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/p_RayXnIlKY/s320/Announcement5x6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't really say anything except I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; my brother.  He is happy, and that is all you can hope for someone you love.  I have a lot of happy memories with him.  I remember watching HALLOWEEN with him.  I had a blanket over my head, but my wide eyes were watching out of the holes of the afghan.  We would eat a whole bowl of blueberry muffin mix.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt; mom and dad were not around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I asked Bryan if he was nervous about getting married.  He said "no this is a good thing."  I could tell in his voice he totally relaxed.  He didn't have that smart as* grin he always has.  True happiness.   This is a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; thing for our family.  Andrea is great for him.  I can't even describe how happy I am.  Bryan you are my big brother, my rock.  I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/571298319639099933-4837327242595048037?l=rnburke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/feeds/4837327242595048037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=571298319639099933&amp;postID=4837327242595048037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4837327242595048037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/571298319639099933/posts/default/4837327242595048037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnburke.blogspot.com/2008/03/april-5th-big-day.html' title='APRIL 5th..  THE BIG DAY!!'/><author><name>Nic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07588913564272986490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R1eD5T9K-TI/AAAAAAAAABM/pA-iHG4aRLg/S220/jades+b-day+045.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6PY23wv7zQ/R-SJMh-pywI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/p_RayXnIlKY/s72-c/Announcement5x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
