<?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-6917147850090861557</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:17:03.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With The Jones'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2982032909332649016</id><published>2012-01-24T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:25:26.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>So- this weekend, I had a little time on my hands....&lt;br /&gt;and I made.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOG TREATS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- true story. Dog Treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you must know, I ate my words as I made dog treats. &lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://skaggsgregandheather.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sis-in-Law&lt;/a&gt; makes doggie food her gurl Carrie. She has tried several times to give me her recipie for doggie food. Each time, I say, "Lard! I don't have time to make our meals,&amp;nbsp;much less Oscar's meals!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I never make Oscar's food (plus, dog food is sorta cheap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long&amp;nbsp;story longer.....she sent over this recipe......&lt;br /&gt;and I pretended that my house was clean, and the laundry was caught up, and the bed was made, and the bills were paid, and I had nothing else to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="401" src="http://comeonilene.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dog8.jpg?w=700&amp;amp;h=401" title="dog8" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1 cup rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1/3 cup margarine or butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1 cup boiling beef broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•3/4 cup cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•2 teaspoons white sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•2 teaspoons beef bouillon granules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1/2 cup peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•1 egg, beaten (or 2 eggs to make treats softer for older dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•3 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine rolled oats, margarine/butter, and boiling beef broth in a large bowl. Let stand and soften for 10 minutes. Thoroughly stir in cornmeal, sugar, bouillon, milk, peanut butter, and egg. Mix in flour, 1 cup at a time, until dough comes together. Knead dough together so that it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://comeonilene.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dog1.jpg" width="688" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out dough to 1/2″ thickness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="373" src="http://comeonilene.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dog3.jpg?w=700&amp;amp;h=373" title="dog3" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" height="349" src="http://comeonilene.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dog7.jpg?w=700&amp;amp;h=349" title="dog7" width="700" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on cookie sheet. They don’t spread apart so you can fit a lot on a sheet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://comeonilene.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/dog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake 35 to 45 minutes at 325 degrees, until golden brown. Remove from oven and let cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are a HUGE hit at my house. &lt;br /&gt;My little men LOVE them! &lt;br /&gt;They fight over them. &lt;br /&gt;They will poop for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2982032909332649016?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2982032909332649016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2982032909332649016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2982032909332649016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2982032909332649016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5402480388020601076</id><published>2012-01-19T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:53:23.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>I have never been happier to see Thursday roll into town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Wednesday thinking it was Thursday, which means that today would be Friday. Still with me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few thoughts of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Just when I think Cooper is *sorta* potty-trained and in our routine of him going outside to potty......he reminds me that we are on his schedule and we are living in his world. And he drops a doodle on the rug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Owning a new puppy is like having a child. Granted, I don't have a child to compare this to, but, there are MANY similarities. Example: we (as in I), get up twice in the night for a crying pup. Our routine is midnight and then 3:16 am. Sometimes, Coop will shake things up a bit and let me sleep 6 more minutes before he wakes me up at 3:22am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I start back school today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. H went duck hunting last weekend. Apparently, homeboy had a large time and killed a duck. I on the other hand,&amp;nbsp; loaded up the little boys in the back of the Volvo (needed room for 2 little kennels)......and drove to mom and dad's house. Funny story: Cooper, all of 8 weeks old tomorrow, has found a friend in my brother's pit bull. Oscar, on the other hand, still will not play with Cooper?? Strange. Cooper and Cash (pit bull) roamed the woods together and rode the golf cart together. Oscar......well, he stayed at home in the comfort and safety of mom's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I braved the pet store with the little boys......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEaVf57L1_Y/TxhGMUiZH9I/AAAAAAAABe8/DaEHSM689fM/s1600/coop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEaVf57L1_Y/TxhGMUiZH9I/AAAAAAAABe8/DaEHSM689fM/s320/coop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just look at this sweetness!! And the pink nose! It is his pink nose that keeps him from getting spanking when he doodles on the carpet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxgUriwvWwo/TxhGOgqDyGI/AAAAAAAABfE/dO2DCL0pKx4/s1600/oscarandcoop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KxgUriwvWwo/TxhGOgqDyGI/AAAAAAAABfE/dO2DCL0pKx4/s320/oscarandcoop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my favorite pic of the boys!! Poor Cooper....(in my best baby voice)...Him can't see over the buggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The only time I question our purchase of the Mini-Cooper.....at at 3:16am or 3:22am. Other than the early morning moments.....we are loving the little pitter-patter of his feet! And his sneezes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5402480388020601076?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5402480388020601076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5402480388020601076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5402480388020601076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5402480388020601076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EEaVf57L1_Y/TxhGMUiZH9I/AAAAAAAABe8/DaEHSM689fM/s72-c/coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8057173138646407233</id><published>2012-01-13T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:48:14.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pics!</title><content type='html'>So, a few month's ago, I had the pleasure of snapping a few pics for the Robertson fam (including baby Addie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: I know these folks. I went to Jones Jr. College with them. Holly and I lived literally one door down from each other in college. And.....she was dating her hubby back then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite pics I took of their sweet family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. when you upload pics onto blogger.....it TOTALLY changes the size, some of the coloring, and the closeness of the subjects in your image. Because you asked, I liked the old blogger better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAIoBFmVbyA/Tt_M8bWpTjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Xb3WUw40npU/s1600/DSC_0540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAIoBFmVbyA/Tt_M8bWpTjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Xb3WUw40npU/s1600/DSC_0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vafjgHx3IE/Tt_M-dgO-2I/AAAAAAAABZY/mw45b3zW7ns/s1600/DSC_0547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1vafjgHx3IE/Tt_M-dgO-2I/AAAAAAAABZY/mw45b3zW7ns/s640/DSC_0547.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZrp5ryDx7Y/Tt_NBmhfu4I/AAAAAAAABZg/9uCVELD7nrQ/s1600/DSC_0625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aZrp5ryDx7Y/Tt_NBmhfu4I/AAAAAAAABZg/9uCVELD7nrQ/s640/DSC_0625.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5U8BglTSn38/Tt_NEHQc34I/AAAAAAAABZo/Fm1A2dhDRrE/s1600/DSC_0646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="427" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5U8BglTSn38/Tt_NEHQc34I/AAAAAAAABZo/Fm1A2dhDRrE/s640/DSC_0646.JPG" width="640" /&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/6917147850090861557-8057173138646407233?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8057173138646407233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8057173138646407233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8057173138646407233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8057173138646407233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-pics.html' title='Pretty Pics!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eAIoBFmVbyA/Tt_M8bWpTjI/AAAAAAAABZQ/Xb3WUw40npU/s72-c/DSC_0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4482266107749970679</id><published>2012-01-11T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:26:34.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Cooper Jones!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of our new little buddy! &lt;br /&gt;He is a mini-doxie like Oscar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUmAHvat6Q/TwxWRQSpPRI/AAAAAAAABeM/gttfQuQRl-g/s1600/DSC_0957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUmAHvat6Q/TwxWRQSpPRI/AAAAAAAABeM/gttfQuQRl-g/s320/DSC_0957.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering: NO! Oscar doesn't like him. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar has nothing to do with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8JIutG65Bo/TwxWapQFabI/AAAAAAAABeU/7XMQukbbhjo/s1600/DSC_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x8JIutG65Bo/TwxWapQFabI/AAAAAAAABeU/7XMQukbbhjo/s320/DSC_0958.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper went through 4 names in 1 day! (Franky, Oliver, Dex and finally Cooper) He is still confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__R1nbC0sXQ/TwxWlF3wfkI/AAAAAAAABec/BEXOW8htuBc/s1600/DSC_0961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__R1nbC0sXQ/TwxWlF3wfkI/AAAAAAAABec/BEXOW8htuBc/s320/DSC_0961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he is the best when he sleeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khRAdvQZzxE/TwxWr9ya9YI/AAAAAAAABek/B7kyY9TxMs4/s1600/DSC_0963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khRAdvQZzxE/TwxWr9ya9YI/AAAAAAAABek/B7kyY9TxMs4/s320/DSC_0963.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is full of energy and will not sit still to take a pic unless he is sleeping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDpVXQraqwI/TwyOVSp9w4I/AAAAAAAABe0/s5UxYI90PRw/s1600/DSC_0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EDpVXQraqwI/TwyOVSp9w4I/AAAAAAAABe0/s5UxYI90PRw/s320/DSC_0966.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a typical moment at our house.....Oscar MUST keep an eye on Cooper! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a love/hate relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so funny story: Cooper was FINALLY taking a nap, and I walked in the living room to find Oscar standing over Cooper barking at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, love/hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper wants to play with Oscar......Oscar wants Cooper to leave. &lt;br /&gt;If Oscar runs down the hall....Cooper must follow. It makes Oscar mad every.time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings, Cooper wants to wake up Oscar. &lt;br /&gt;Oscar is a grouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already love&amp;nbsp;Cooper and wish he was potty-trained and out of the chewing stage.&lt;br /&gt;He is our welcomed distraction to our family. And boy does he keep us on our toes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the CRAZY House Cooper! &lt;em&gt;I'm not sure if you are better with us or without us!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4482266107749970679?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4482266107749970679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4482266107749970679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4482266107749970679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4482266107749970679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/meet-cooper-jones.html' title='Meet Cooper Jones!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlUmAHvat6Q/TwxWRQSpPRI/AAAAAAAABeM/gttfQuQRl-g/s72-c/DSC_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1110269796877742537</id><published>2012-01-09T16:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:20:51.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions. Only 9 Days Late.</title><content type='html'>Resolutions are both liberating and yet so depressing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Each year, we set ourselves us to fail on goals that really don't matter. &lt;br /&gt;I sorta' made some really good personal goals to be a better person, etc., but no one wants to read about those.....instead, I'm sharing my not-so-personal goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, here goes mine:&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk like I am a college graduate (must remove the following words: totally, like, and you-know).&lt;br /&gt;2. I would like to use my crock pot once a week (so far so good!).&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean up less dog poop. (which means that we must potty train our new puppy Cooper FAST!)&lt;br /&gt;4. I would like to write more handwritten notes to my friends. They certainly deserve a little sunshine in their day!&lt;br /&gt;5. I need to watch less tv. I would be much more productive in my little life&amp;nbsp;if it&amp;nbsp;was not for something called......TiVO. However, shows like Revenge and Grey's will make this resolution so difficult for me! &lt;br /&gt;6. I would like to cook something new each week. Poor H- he will either love or hate this one! &lt;br /&gt;7. Be more thrifty. I need to coupon. I'm just to lazy to REALLY do it. &lt;br /&gt;8. I'm leaving this one blank. Isn't it neat to realize in April or May that you need to improve something in your life?? I'll leave this one blank until then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1110269796877742537?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1110269796877742537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1110269796877742537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1110269796877742537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1110269796877742537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions-only-9-days-late.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions. Only 9 Days Late.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4611549984805129661</id><published>2012-01-03T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:25:08.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Lambchops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my man lamb chops. And the entire time I was cooking them, I sang the theme song from the kids' show &lt;i&gt;'Lamb chops.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's lamb chops, come play along.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chops were D-Lish!! And, they were soo simple to make.Thus, I'll share.....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Savory Lamb chops (in the crock pot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yZDumbErxs/TwNxqRr8E7I/AAAAAAAABd0/mKrphFzHlzQ/s1600/spices.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yZDumbErxs/TwNxqRr8E7I/AAAAAAAABd0/mKrphFzHlzQ/s320/spices.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3 large chops (mine were frozen solid when I dropped them in the crock pot)&lt;br /&gt;-1/2 of a white onion cut into rings&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tsp of paprika&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tsp of all purpose seasoning ( I used Paula Deen)&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 cup of beef broth&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 cup of cooking sherry (you could use red wine, or really....any wine!)&lt;br /&gt;- small amount of EVOO&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 tsp of Italian seasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle the chops with EVOO......then sprinkle with the paprika and other seasonings. Place the chops on top of the onion rings that are placed as the first layer in the crock pot. Pour in the sherry and broth.....and VIOLA! Dinner is on it's way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook on low for 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must warn you.....the chops will fall off the bone. No knife necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4611549984805129661?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4611549984805129661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4611549984805129661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4611549984805129661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4611549984805129661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2012/01/tasty-tuesday.html' title='Tasty Tuesday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yZDumbErxs/TwNxqRr8E7I/AAAAAAAABd0/mKrphFzHlzQ/s72-c/spices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5186968059227416441</id><published>2011-12-29T15:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:46:06.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Party- Jones Style</title><content type='html'>On December 17th- H and I hosted a little party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hosted a pajama party.....where we asked our guests to bring a re-gifted gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thought process while planning this party was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We have to attend so many parties where we feel the need to purchase new clothes to wear (i.e. we attended a party a few Thursday's ago where I bought $100 worth of clothes. I ended up not wearing any of my new clothes due to the fact it was 70 degrees that night. Gotta love livin' in MS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone that we invited have large families they have to buy for- and the majority of the guests have small kid-o's to buy Christmas for.....so, we asked everyone to bring re-gifted gifts and not to spend a dime on gifts (plus, this makes playing Dirty Santa so much more funnier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slaved over this cupcakes....and I even added chocolate stars on them! I'll put this little trick in my back-pocket for when I birth babies and they have birthday parties! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wggNvH49L1M/Tu9uj4-tiqI/AAAAAAAABb4/z9nDSQhx_PI/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wggNvH49L1M/Tu9uj4-tiqI/AAAAAAAABb4/z9nDSQhx_PI/s320/DSC_0748.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSG7_VCYtiE/Tu9ukqdFHaI/AAAAAAAABcA/AIOMZYp90_Q/s1600/DSC_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fSG7_VCYtiE/Tu9ukqdFHaI/AAAAAAAABcA/AIOMZYp90_Q/s320/DSC_0749.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhwoQNeO2k/Tu9umg4tqGI/AAAAAAAABcI/GxcmftKT7iM/s1600/DSC_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhwoQNeO2k/Tu9umg4tqGI/AAAAAAAABcI/GxcmftKT7iM/s320/DSC_0753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and CK- my little brother's FAB gurl-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xDaEg4Cqks/Tu9uny4VyLI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_eT6s2zc7hc/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6xDaEg4Cqks/Tu9uny4VyLI/AAAAAAAABcQ/_eT6s2zc7hc/s320/DSC_0754.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KPA and Andrea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUOu5wtu92A/Tu9uqGF97xI/AAAAAAAABcY/6zyoTmIWnBc/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yUOu5wtu92A/Tu9uqGF97xI/AAAAAAAABcY/6zyoTmIWnBc/s320/DSC_0756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&amp;nbsp;started the the party off with opening the big conversation piece: the Christmas wienie dog. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought that H and I should steal it.....because of Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just put this out there: I like Oscar. He is my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do not want paraphernalia of other wienie dogs that mean nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of Oscar....why Yes! I'll take that all day...everyday! (speaking of, &lt;a href="http://skaggsgregandheather.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather,&lt;/a&gt; my talented Sis-n-law, gave me a great pic of Oscar for Christmas that I'll blog about later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statue of a wienie dog.....not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGApEp5kXkE/Tu9usn7Ei2I/AAAAAAAABcg/ekk8Mf6ooxg/s1600/DSC_0766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BGApEp5kXkE/Tu9usn7Ei2I/AAAAAAAABcg/ekk8Mf6ooxg/s320/DSC_0766.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet little brother opening his "real" Louis Vuitton wallet. Please note- brother is wearing a red onesie. You cannot see his shoe selection in this pic, but, he was also sporting cowboy boots!!! LOVE.IT!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Izb8H5pDo/Tu9uyJeGrMI/AAAAAAAABco/ql-1T1AeC1A/s1600/DSC_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6Izb8H5pDo/Tu9uyJeGrMI/AAAAAAAABco/ql-1T1AeC1A/s320/DSC_0778.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie ended up with the "ice cube."&amp;nbsp;A home-made Christmas decoration that lights up. Lovely. I would like to point out that his pj shirt says: "What the Elf?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilJRbbrVm8k/Tu9uzjNTxTI/AAAAAAAABcw/_-FdmnfnRR0/s1600/DSC_0785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ilJRbbrVm8k/Tu9uzjNTxTI/AAAAAAAABcw/_-FdmnfnRR0/s320/DSC_0785.JPG" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie- opened a dollar store angel....and the baby angel was crossed eyed!! At this point, we were all belly laughing...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-oBGKlrY68/Tu9u191e2mI/AAAAAAAABc4/wvUPt_F3JtA/s1600/DSC_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-oBGKlrY68/Tu9u191e2mI/AAAAAAAABc4/wvUPt_F3JtA/s320/DSC_0787.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and the Natester (who recently became engaged.....and I found out on Facebook....and did not get a phone call or text from) opened another great conversation piece. Nate was the proud owner of penguin hanging out in a hammock. Please look at the faces. The faces tell the story that we were all asking. Why in the HECK is a penguin in a hammock.....and why would a company every make this!! Nate however, later traded in the penguin in for a USM shirt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeNYPntK8MQ/Tu9u3bc9IlI/AAAAAAAABdA/gzjQuuRY7TY/s1600/DSC_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LeNYPntK8MQ/Tu9u3bc9IlI/AAAAAAAABdA/gzjQuuRY7TY/s320/DSC_0790.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cTYxIWoxXc/Tu9u41nM4bI/AAAAAAAABdI/JmYChhnvVEc/s1600/DSC_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cTYxIWoxXc/Tu9u41nM4bI/AAAAAAAABdI/JmYChhnvVEc/s320/DSC_0791.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzyaCBSGp8I/Tu9u6E6t8zI/AAAAAAAABdQ/T0ZTvtfXhRk/s1600/DSC_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzyaCBSGp8I/Tu9u6E6t8zI/AAAAAAAABdQ/T0ZTvtfXhRk/s320/DSC_0792.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK was lucky enough to open the "Big Book of Jokes." Afterwards, we asked her to read us all a passage out of the book! We were in stitches and laughed until we cried due to the lameness of the jokes!! Priceless memories!! Priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aw6v9c1ZCU/Tu9u80zXCZI/AAAAAAAABdY/CGiK03Pck50/s1600/DSC_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aw6v9c1ZCU/Tu9u80zXCZI/AAAAAAAABdY/CGiK03Pck50/s320/DSC_0813.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And H. Sweet H ended up with a collection of coffee mugs. We now own a coffee mug for each of the 4-seasons! Lucky.Us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iwnf_0Oeb0/Tu9vAXJs1-I/AAAAAAAABdg/ZzF1Ba6xqVM/s1600/DSC_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5iwnf_0Oeb0/Tu9vAXJs1-I/AAAAAAAABdg/ZzF1Ba6xqVM/s320/DSC_0829.JPG" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qGfa-HGblk/Tu9vCcKkufI/AAAAAAAABdo/2ciclnUNHoI/s1600/DSC_0833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qGfa-HGblk/Tu9vCcKkufI/AAAAAAAABdo/2ciclnUNHoI/s320/DSC_0833.JPG" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Good times were had by all......and I think we just started an annual Christmas Party. Even as I typed this post....I'll admit...I laughed out loud...at the kitchen bar....by myself....and the wienie dog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of themed parties....and at first, not everyone was thrilled about the pj's.....however, at 12:30am when people were leaving our house......the general consensus was great idea on the pj's!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can.Not.Wait.Until.Next.Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and you attended the party......I have circled Dec. 15th in my calendar. &lt;br /&gt;Get yourself ready!! And start saving up gifts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5186968059227416441?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5186968059227416441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5186968059227416441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5186968059227416441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5186968059227416441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/12/pajama-party-jones-style.html' title='Pajama Party- Jones Style'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wggNvH49L1M/Tu9uj4-tiqI/AAAAAAAABb4/z9nDSQhx_PI/s72-c/DSC_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3379896188768407331</id><published>2011-12-25T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:45:40.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of the Jones Home at Christmas- Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Cards that people will throw away. And then, I have to buy postage.....so there is another $22.50. So, we are now topping $72.50 for Christmas cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEGATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a large family to buy Christmas for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told H that I am being thrifty this year, and we will not send out Christmas cards, because they will eat into my Christmas money that I have to use to purchase gifts for 23 + people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until......I was killing some time in Hudson's (if you are not from South MS, you have no clue what I am referring to)......and what do you know they had??? Christmas cards. And I suddenly felt the need to send them out again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Hudson's fashion- they only had 1 box of each of my favorites. So, while making lemonade out of the situation, the Jones fam will be sending out 3 different cards this year- that cost a WHOPPING $8 for all three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory is mine! All mine. &lt;br /&gt;Take THAT Vistaprint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWscNYeQopQ/TujDgHwDaHI/AAAAAAAABZw/mW5He7RjTXg/s1600/DSC_0759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWscNYeQopQ/TujDgHwDaHI/AAAAAAAABZw/mW5He7RjTXg/s320/DSC_0759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_j3KTEZyw/TujDlx3BGqI/AAAAAAAABaA/Ymjxhqcs5RU/s1600/DSC_0762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_j3KTEZyw/TujDlx3BGqI/AAAAAAAABaA/Ymjxhqcs5RU/s320/DSC_0762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPh39VEH-7s/TujDi_lPRnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/eQHyfudxpwU/s1600/DSC_0761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPh39VEH-7s/TujDi_lPRnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/eQHyfudxpwU/s320/DSC_0761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from the Jones'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm not sure why my pics are sideways. They are not saved that way. Fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7639607374419669703?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7639607374419669703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7639607374419669703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7639607374419669703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7639607374419669703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWscNYeQopQ/TujDgHwDaHI/AAAAAAAABZw/mW5He7RjTXg/s72-c/DSC_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8983043274768905118</id><published>2011-12-08T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:51:24.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get an A-M-E-N?</title><content type='html'>Guess who is finished with school this semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who has been doing kart wheels down the drive way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who has been dancing with Oscar in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who finally has time to watch Modern Marvels......oh wait! That is H! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who will sit on her tush for 2 weeks during the Holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrilled to have this semester over with. &lt;br /&gt;Master classes consist of research and writing. Two things that I do not enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned my lesson.....and I will never take more than 1 class again while working full-time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is my blog, and I have the right to toot-my-own-horn , I &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that I have an A in both classes. However, there is one class that I wouldn't cry if I made a B in. I'm just happy to have it behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated last night by going to bed at 8:30pm.....I am starting to feel old. Really fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is tired of me complaining about class all.of.the.time.&lt;br /&gt;So, to celebrate me being finished (only for this semester), I have planned us a nice little date night for Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ 5:45pm (REALLY feeling old)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Play in Laurel @ 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H isn't thrilled......but, you know what.....I wasn't thrilled about sitting in classes 2 nights a week either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have it all H. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply can't have it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8983043274768905118?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8983043274768905118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8983043274768905118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8983043274768905118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8983043274768905118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-i-get-a-m-e-n.html' title='Can I get an A-M-E-N?'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8038524637723911266</id><published>2011-12-06T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:06:51.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty Tuesday</title><content type='html'>While it would be my hopes and dreams to have a Tasty Tuesday blog post each week, let's be real here......I can't even pull my thoughts together on Thursdays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a new recipe on Sunday night......and when I say 'tried' I mean, that I used H and Oscar Man as my test subjects. It was such a hit, that I am deciding to share with you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lemon Pepper Fish (but, in the Crock pot)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) lemon sliced thin&lt;br /&gt;(2) filet's of fish (I used tilapia)&lt;br /&gt;salt, white peppa', Tony's seasoning&lt;br /&gt;small drizzle of Lawry's Herb &amp;amp; Garlic marinade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut up the lemon using a mandoline slicer&amp;nbsp;(my dad&amp;nbsp;gave me a mandoline slicer a &amp;nbsp;few Christmas' ago....and my life in the kitchen has forever changed), then place in the bottom of the crockpot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;season both sides of the fish and place in crockpot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drizzle the marinade over the fish &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook on high for 40 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Be prepared for your man to think you cook like Martha Stewart. Be prepared for him to say that he is so lucky to have married you. And, be prepared for him to still not want to help clean up the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served my fish with rice with butta' and fresh green beans with the most wonderful bread from the&amp;nbsp;Kroger's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8038524637723911266?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8038524637723911266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8038524637723911266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8038524637723911266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8038524637723911266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/12/tasty-tuesday.html' title='Tasty Tuesday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-481612821076274086</id><published>2011-11-27T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:29:16.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>November has literally blown right through the Jones household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between work, school, football games, Thanksgiving travels, school and more school, November is over for us.&lt;br /&gt;(I should be writing my paper for my final exam right now, however, I am giving into my ADD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided a few things over the last 2 days:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will only be taking 1 class next semester. (taking 2 classes this semester has shaved 4 years off of my life)&lt;br /&gt;2. I am over Christmas. I have SOOO many decorations that I am not even removing from their box. We are still living in our shoebox of a house- and I am just not feeling it this year. In the past, I have decorated 2 trees, however, this year, I probably have only 75 ornaments on our tree. I'm over it. It should be about Jesus anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am married to the best guy ever, I must tell you how extraordinary he has been the last few days.&amp;nbsp; This is me giving H a selfish plug in our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Morning:&lt;br /&gt;Home boy helped me cook and load the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Mid-day:&lt;br /&gt;Home boy let me sleep on the way to Birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Night:&lt;br /&gt;Home boy took me to the movies for a little date to watch Breaking Dawn (let me add that the weekend prior, we laid around and watched the first 3 movies). After the movie, we went shopping( this was at midnight and that we shopped until 2am). He didn't fuss or rush me the FIRST TIME!!! I fell in love with him all over again. If H started to feel antsy while shopping, instead of rushing me-he would excuse himself from the store, go sit in the car and listen to ESPN Radio. He speaks my love language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Panera Bread&lt;br /&gt;Shopping until about 5pm (again, H was a delight to shop with. Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- during the month of November, I had the pleasure of snapping some family pics of the sweet Graves' family! Remember my friend Jenny-from-the-Block? Well, this is her sweet family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roLy9pvoYIo/TtLh-XwJ4VI/AAAAAAAABYY/YQwB-OK8wuk/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roLy9pvoYIo/TtLh-XwJ4VI/AAAAAAAABYY/YQwB-OK8wuk/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v3RDyjPH44/TtLiBumUeOI/AAAAAAAABYg/3rZVZRqWs9c/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--v3RDyjPH44/TtLiBumUeOI/AAAAAAAABYg/3rZVZRqWs9c/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBspIHtJH1Q/TtLiMqL7bRI/AAAAAAAABYo/Km9rDZcl7V0/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jBspIHtJH1Q/TtLiMqL7bRI/AAAAAAAABYo/Km9rDZcl7V0/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NEcbF-iu3E/TtLiRhAs6QI/AAAAAAAABYw/82ox-3y1Oeg/s1600/DSC_0330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9NEcbF-iu3E/TtLiRhAs6QI/AAAAAAAABYw/82ox-3y1Oeg/s320/DSC_0330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzLXyjk_KSQ/TtLiYcWm9aI/AAAAAAAABY4/WVLcZIeApgs/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzLXyjk_KSQ/TtLiYcWm9aI/AAAAAAAABY4/WVLcZIeApgs/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZi9lknE-zk/TtLiczYw7cI/AAAAAAAABZA/9w4Q8cJMHKg/s1600/DSC_0357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZi9lknE-zk/TtLiczYw7cI/AAAAAAAABZA/9w4Q8cJMHKg/s320/DSC_0357.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57jitJLmrac/TtLikVwimFI/AAAAAAAABZI/CR0hf7Q8WM8/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57jitJLmrac/TtLikVwimFI/AAAAAAAABZI/CR0hf7Q8WM8/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" width="320" /&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/6917147850090861557-481612821076274086?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/481612821076274086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=481612821076274086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/481612821076274086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/481612821076274086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roLy9pvoYIo/TtLh-XwJ4VI/AAAAAAAABYY/YQwB-OK8wuk/s72-c/DSC_0301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-815688582987581402</id><published>2011-11-04T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:20:54.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween- just a few days late</title><content type='html'>I take pictures. I have a great camera that I enjoy using. However, I never upload pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a disconnect that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, we celebrated Halloween last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cU_22shs6U/TrRVx2VfM9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/_tBDZ8h1fJ4/s1600/DSC_0445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cU_22shs6U/TrRVx2VfM9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/_tBDZ8h1fJ4/s320/DSC_0445.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9r8n9IXRDM/TrRV7dMpS_I/AAAAAAAABXY/TLjgirANkZ8/s1600/DSC_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9r8n9IXRDM/TrRV7dMpS_I/AAAAAAAABXY/TLjgirANkZ8/s320/DSC_0437.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 of us were Dysfunctional Beauty Queens. Boy- did we live up to our title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our titles included: Miss Demeanor, Miss Conception (because she is really pregnant), and I was Miss Communication. Communication was misspelled on my sash. When my co-worker painted the sashes, she misspelled it. Which is funny…..but what really had us in stitches was the fact that no one noticed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my outfit, I taped words on my shirt that are &lt;strike&gt;used incorrectly&lt;/strike&gt; that are my pet-peeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can’t&lt;/strong&gt; (My dear sweet mom would always say recite this saying when my brother and I would say can’t: &lt;em&gt;Can’t never could do anything&lt;/em&gt;.) It.Has.Stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An’t Never &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know&lt;/strong&gt; (No. I don’t know. I don’t know what you are about to say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know What I’m Sayin’&lt;/strong&gt; (Again, no. Finish your sentence, and then, I'll know what you said.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Conception wore a paci around her neck as a necklace. &lt;br /&gt;Miss Demeanor wore handcuff and made an inmate shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night- H and I hosted a little Halloween party with our supper club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo dump to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v6ZdYAIRfs/TrRWN1dDRVI/AAAAAAAABXg/Bu_XPYnjt7g/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v6ZdYAIRfs/TrRWN1dDRVI/AAAAAAAABXg/Bu_XPYnjt7g/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYo4C2b88Bw/TrRWW4CHCAI/AAAAAAAABX4/YMwJxEL4Sqc/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYo4C2b88Bw/TrRWW4CHCAI/AAAAAAAABX4/YMwJxEL4Sqc/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5MVwUXo9v0/TrRWT45TqVI/AAAAAAAABXw/geVHIKVjcs4/s1600/DSC_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5MVwUXo9v0/TrRWT45TqVI/AAAAAAAABXw/geVHIKVjcs4/s320/DSC_0271.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sjjWq7V8mA/TrRWQh1BdUI/AAAAAAAABXo/YTFTx62eOcw/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8sjjWq7V8mA/TrRWQh1BdUI/AAAAAAAABXo/YTFTx62eOcw/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZJW5Jx_bz4/TrRWafNZNRI/AAAAAAAABYA/eTNXpmNsNVE/s1600/DSC_0282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NZJW5Jx_bz4/TrRWafNZNRI/AAAAAAAABYA/eTNXpmNsNVE/s320/DSC_0282.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFzxzasGsGA/TrRWdihX-RI/AAAAAAAABYI/5ZVr2JHuIpQ/s1600/DSC_0285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFzxzasGsGA/TrRWdihX-RI/AAAAAAAABYI/5ZVr2JHuIpQ/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....here is little buddy. He was a hotdog. Of. Course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhUp-SVia-4/TrRWtsZsK3I/AAAAAAAABYQ/G9BRqrBad-s/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MhUp-SVia-4/TrRWtsZsK3I/AAAAAAAABYQ/G9BRqrBad-s/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" width="214" /&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/6917147850090861557-815688582987581402?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/815688582987581402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=815688582987581402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/815688582987581402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/815688582987581402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-just-few-days-late.html' title='Halloween- just a few days late'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5cU_22shs6U/TrRVx2VfM9I/AAAAAAAABXQ/_tBDZ8h1fJ4/s72-c/DSC_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2430395116188101317</id><published>2011-11-03T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:03:45.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope your trials last as long as a Kardashian marriage. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I the only one who thought this marriage was a solid Christian commitment??? &lt;br /&gt;I mean, this and the Gene Simmons wedding totally brings out what the sanctity of marriage is all about! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time my children are teenagers, I hope the Kardashian clan, Brittany Spears, Lady GaGa and reality television is long gone! Otherwise, I think I'll have to be &lt;em&gt;THAT &lt;/em&gt;MOM&amp;nbsp;who blocks every channel on tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-related news, I signed Oscar man up for Doggie Day Care!! &lt;br /&gt;He is going to HATE ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the schedule of this month's doggie activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 8th&lt;/em&gt;- movie day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 18th&lt;/em&gt;- birthday party for all of his classmates that were born/adopted in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 23th&lt;/em&gt;- Thanksgiving lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November 29th&lt;/em&gt;- arts and crafts day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll! I couldn't make this up if I TRIED!!! I asked them where Oscar would go if he is mean to his "classmates".......if he's ugly...they call me and he goes in a kennel. I'm fully expecting that to happen. I even warned the "teacher" and told her not to even call me. Just put him in the kennel. I don't want to receive that phone call while in a meeting. He thinks he is an American&amp;nbsp;Bulldog......and he thinks he weights 48 lbs vs. the 8lbs that he actually does. He is an only child that is the ruler of our house. &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on how this new venture goes. &lt;br /&gt;You know there &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be a story involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2430395116188101317?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2430395116188101317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2430395116188101317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2430395116188101317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2430395116188101317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6683141929991082744</id><published>2011-10-25T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T13:24:21.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card- Option #1</title><content type='html'>This may be the Christmas Card that I send to my best gurlfriends??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTr0g_TsPdM/Tqb-jD5KxnI/AAAAAAAABXI/2bhDkB69TRo/s1600/BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTr0g_TsPdM/Tqb-jD5KxnI/AAAAAAAABXI/2bhDkB69TRo/s320/BLOG.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you tell what show I watched on Sunday night?? I still don't know what is wrong with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6683141929991082744?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6683141929991082744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6683141929991082744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6683141929991082744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6683141929991082744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/10/christmas-card-option-1.html' title='Christmas Card- Option #1'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTr0g_TsPdM/Tqb-jD5KxnI/AAAAAAAABXI/2bhDkB69TRo/s72-c/BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3496382600434352569</id><published>2011-10-21T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:39:47.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday: Edition it's Friday.....</title><content type='html'>Well. Hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fine, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had 2 weeks of mid-terms back-to-back, plus football games, plus traveling, plus remembering to breathe somewhere in there. Meanwhile, my brother comes home from Brazil this week and Oscar is going to be a hotdog for Halloween. Also- H dressed up for a Halloween party as Charlie Sheen. This post would be so much better with pictures. Let's be honest, you are here for pictures. I'm sad to report, my memory card isn't with me, so, you'll just have to believe me and I'll we'll have &lt;em&gt;show and tell&lt;/em&gt; later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For some odd reason, one which I'll never understand, I still like to watch Sister Wives. Again, it's like a train wreck that I can't take my eyes off of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I had a mid-term last night. My teacher asked 3 questions and pretty much said, write everything that you know. For a brief moment of 2 minutes, my mind went blank. I was sooo hoping that my teacher would walk in class and say: I have decided, only due to the cooler weather, that you can use your notebook for your test. However, he never said those words. So, my mind went blank. I tend to study in the most bazaar way. I&amp;nbsp;generally to make acroyms for everything. For instance, last night on my test, I used 3 different acroyms to help me &lt;strike&gt;memorize&lt;/strike&gt; remember important words to use in my essays. Case in point, one of my lovely acroyms included: DAAAQFS. Another one was, OCECCSSIIHHS. Am I the only crazy person out there who does this? I partly blame this on my mom. When I was little and had to learn spelling words, she helped me "break them down." She would point out words within a word to help me remember them. Case in point-THEM. Mom taught me it is the word THE with an M added to it. Well, that type of studying has stuck with me. And, I think I have just lost 2 readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oscar Mayer has been invited to participate in a weenie dog race. I am so excited about this!!!! It's still being questioned if we are going to participate. He doesn't like other dogs. And, he would rather ride and not run. He would also rather nap than ride. &lt;em&gt;Him's&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;a little buddy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Facebook is so overrated. It seemed that up until recently, people were superficial regarding Facebook. It was almost a competition to see how many friends you could have, how "cool" your status updates are, etc. Anyway, lately, I have been so aggravated as to what people update their status with. Why do you want to purposely ruffle feathers? Why do you want to stir in the pot? I'm totally over Facebook and everyone's opinion. Although you may have one, not everyone care's what it is. You can certainly have your opinion.....Lard knows that I have mine......however, sometimes people are just too harsh. Can you tell that I was aggravated about what people posted today???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3496382600434352569?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3496382600434352569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3496382600434352569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3496382600434352569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3496382600434352569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/10/thoughts-for-thursday-edition-its.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday: Edition it&apos;s Friday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2514419953571219502</id><published>2011-10-10T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:03:45.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooksy Got Married.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And guess who stole the show??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofMPDD3mh_g/ToTRwoqsvJI/AAAAAAAABWg/LVQ7S9w9AO8/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofMPDD3mh_g/ToTRwoqsvJI/AAAAAAAABWg/LVQ7S9w9AO8/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loved having her photo taken??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86WSLDJtL3Q/ToTR7O6AApI/AAAAAAAABWk/VkndhEIgekQ/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86WSLDJtL3Q/ToTR7O6AApI/AAAAAAAABWk/VkndhEIgekQ/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LOVES her Aunt Meg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfSTUgsYUjw/ToTSJGjlUbI/AAAAAAAABWs/mIKDtidqfN8/s1600/DSC_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfSTUgsYUjw/ToTSJGjlUbI/AAAAAAAABWs/mIKDtidqfN8/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cut-up during the ceremony! And had everyone in stiches trying not to laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uehmVLFkuWQ/ToTSY5pdoLI/AAAAAAAABWw/fwoD8BIKobs/s1600/DSC_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uehmVLFkuWQ/ToTSY5pdoLI/AAAAAAAABWw/fwoD8BIKobs/s320/DSC_0367.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let us all know it was past her bedtime ?﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85mi05ZtgJY/ToTSnJUHA3I/AAAAAAAABW0/p4VN8fjmX2U/s1600/DSC_0373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-85mi05ZtgJY/ToTSnJUHA3I/AAAAAAAABW0/p4VN8fjmX2U/s320/DSC_0373.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess who was a big ham-bone throughout the entire production ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs61TKqQ5ZQ/ToTS3SAqSgI/AAAAAAAABW4/gJNnaglwF80/s1600/DSC_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs61TKqQ5ZQ/ToTS3SAqSgI/AAAAAAAABW4/gJNnaglwF80/s320/DSC_0383.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess who got upset when her mom was leaving and the only thing to stop her alligator tears was to smash cake in "Uncle &lt;em&gt;Bent's&lt;/em&gt;" face "like bride and groom's sometimes do"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpspkZuZgI/ToTTZijXg2I/AAAAAAAABW8/RJGlv8kMHSs/s1600/DSC_0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJpspkZuZgI/ToTTZijXg2I/AAAAAAAABW8/RJGlv8kMHSs/s320/DSC_0396.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZs4nxbZkyI/ToTTakFmU0I/AAAAAAAABXA/Zoaog03Bv40/s1600/DSC_0397-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZs4nxbZkyI/ToTTakFmU0I/AAAAAAAABXA/Zoaog03Bv40/s320/DSC_0397-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE LOVE that little Anna-Banana!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2514419953571219502?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2514419953571219502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2514419953571219502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2514419953571219502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2514419953571219502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/10/brooksy-got-married.html' title='Brooksy Got Married.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofMPDD3mh_g/ToTRwoqsvJI/AAAAAAAABWg/LVQ7S9w9AO8/s72-c/DSC_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4525156993365653978</id><published>2011-10-05T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T10:00:56.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Party</title><content type='html'>On any given Friday night at the Jones house, you will find me, H and Oscar on the living room floor snuggled up in old blankets catching up on our TiVo while eating pizza. (My oh my how our Friday nights have changed!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Oscar Mayer the Wienie Dog thinks that we do this for him. He LIVES for golf cart rides and Friday night slumber parties. We cannot put the blankets on the floor quick enough for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped these pics because we couldn't find him when it was time to lay down and watch tv. &lt;br /&gt;This is where we found him (we should have known)!!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXJ8EgXypSI/ToTCY5yIcdI/AAAAAAAABWY/Ms4qPpROkjE/s1600/DSC_0300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXJ8EgXypSI/ToTCY5yIcdI/AAAAAAAABWY/Ms4qPpROkjE/s320/DSC_0300.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkI6stoquFQ/ToTCbHklqDI/AAAAAAAABWc/i1Y0v-rKJKA/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkI6stoquFQ/ToTCbHklqDI/AAAAAAAABWc/i1Y0v-rKJKA/s320/DSC_0301.JPG" width="320" /&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/6917147850090861557-4525156993365653978?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4525156993365653978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4525156993365653978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4525156993365653978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4525156993365653978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/10/slumber-party.html' title='Slumber Party'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXJ8EgXypSI/ToTCY5yIcdI/AAAAAAAABWY/Ms4qPpROkjE/s72-c/DSC_0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4655549820754216006</id><published>2011-09-29T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:35:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's Birthday</title><content type='html'>For my main man's birthday.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpWXP13HD04/ToSfUbQvhwI/AAAAAAAABWM/P-pa821Sar0/s1600/DSC_0307_edited-1_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpWXP13HD04/ToSfUbQvhwI/AAAAAAAABWM/P-pa821Sar0/s320/DSC_0307_edited-1_1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he loved it. &lt;br /&gt;And he loved me for giving him a brick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brick is located on the Drill Field at our beloved Miss. State. &lt;br /&gt;He graduated in '07 and I did in '05. I wish that I had prolonged my graduation until '07. &lt;br /&gt;I tend to miss college everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received a brick and golf&amp;nbsp; paraphernalia&amp;nbsp;for his birthday celebration. &lt;br /&gt;After opening his "little" golf presents, the birthday boy asked me where his "big" gift was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm. Excuse me. When did we get spoiled?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I dropped the ball this year and that I had too much going on to order his "big" gift and that he will just have to wait until Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then replied: "well, that just isn't like my wife. She ALWAYS has everything put together. And our house is ALWAYS clean, and she always looks nice and she cooks better than Paula Dean." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oops! I think I made that up! (let a gurl wish! It's my blog!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave H his brick when we attended the State vs. LA Tech game (&lt;em&gt;which we will not discuss&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;However, I'll leave you with a pic of H after the game. He was mad that we didn't blow it out of the water. &lt;em&gt;But, again, we will not talk about&lt;/em&gt;. He was mad that we had to play overtime against such a small school. &lt;em&gt;Not. Talking. About. It. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdkG-1IYCA8/ToS2RSFOGdI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0G7HhiSNT2Y/s1600/DSC_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdkG-1IYCA8/ToS2RSFOGdI/AAAAAAAABWQ/0G7HhiSNT2Y/s320/DSC_0359.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- and I noticed during the game the fans sitting behind us 2 rows back were having a LARGE time. This wasn't a LARGE game. After the game, this is what I saw and it explained EVERTHING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwAo_B5nx4Y/ToS2yg4lbMI/AAAAAAAABWU/qSFT8fZwe80/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwAo_B5nx4Y/ToS2yg4lbMI/AAAAAAAABWU/qSFT8fZwe80/s320/DSC_0363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to my main man! I'm so thankful that I get to celebrate birthday's with you! &lt;br /&gt;And, I'm thankful that you are &lt;em&gt;brick house&lt;/em&gt;. There I said it. I can't believe that I waited until the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4655549820754216006?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4655549820754216006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4655549820754216006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4655549820754216006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4655549820754216006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/09/hunters-birthday.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpWXP13HD04/ToSfUbQvhwI/AAAAAAAABWM/P-pa821Sar0/s72-c/DSC_0307_edited-1_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1485698309483329724</id><published>2011-09-28T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:50:00.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a Little Buddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zP__iv5FB6k/ToNsoomGDjI/AAAAAAAABWI/joGSx6wMxVU/s1600/DSC_0372_edited-1_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zP__iv5FB6k/ToNsoomGDjI/AAAAAAAABWI/joGSx6wMxVU/s320/DSC_0372_edited-1_1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves to sunbathe on the deck. &lt;br /&gt;And ride on a golf cart. &lt;br /&gt;And chase the golf cart.&lt;br /&gt;And eat cornbread that his mama drops on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;And curl up in the 1 blanket that he isn't allowed to sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1485698309483329724?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1485698309483329724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1485698309483329724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1485698309483329724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1485698309483329724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/09/hes-little-buddy.html' title='He&apos;s a Little Buddy.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zP__iv5FB6k/ToNsoomGDjI/AAAAAAAABWI/joGSx6wMxVU/s72-c/DSC_0372_edited-1_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4104967324033886205</id><published>2011-09-22T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:13:29.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>1. Hello World. It's nice to see you from this side. For the past few weeks, you have been kicking my bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let me give you my schedule from last week shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;- Leave work at 5pm. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Leave home at 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Arrive in Auburn at 1:15am (I was at this point, laying in the backseat of our car. H had to wake me up to walk into our friend's SUPER CUTE home. Big shout out to Leighton and Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Wake up around 7:15am, because, that is just what my body does to me now. It's a cruel joke.&lt;br /&gt;Tailgate with great and new friends by 9:30. (big shout out to Emily Jayne and Danielle)&lt;br /&gt;Watch State &lt;i&gt;vs&lt;/i&gt; Auburn. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Get sunburned on my left side. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leave Auburn around 6:15pm; thought it was a good idea to drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wiped H's tears the whole way home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Wake up again, 7:15, and start packing for New Orleans (work trip)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leave my home at 1:30pm, knowing that I wouldn't return until late Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6pm- check into the Ritz Carlton, and immediately began channeling my inner millionaire lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6:15pm- took a pic of my room and posted it on Facebook like a dork. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;6:30pm- ate dinner with friends and ate more than my share of the dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;8:30pm- sipping on a cappuccino in my big tub at the Ritz thinking that I am SOMEBODY! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;9pm- laying in the middle of my king size bed without a husband or weenie dog, lovin' life and&amp;nbsp;snoring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- work conference all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- work conference all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- leaving the conference, which means that I have to leave the Ritz. Which means, that I am now, back to being a gurl from BS, who grew up in SH. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wednesday night- class until 9:15pm. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sweet friend, Keith Ann (who paints oh, so, FAB!!) allowed me to stay at her humble abode. The next morning, I woke up to see the cutest little girls ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- regular day at work, but night class again until 9:15. This is also the day that I realize that I am running low on pants. I again stay with Keith Ann and her mini-me's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- I now have no more clean black pants. It's a work day, plus an event after work. I stay again in Hattiesburg. However, I have dinner with Jenny-from-the-Block and her sweet baby Lyla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- I NEED black pants. So, I wear a dress to the mall, and go buy black pants to wear to another work event. I arrive home at 10pm. First time to be home in a week. Oscar-Mayer didn't know what to think. He loved all over me. Then, oddly enough, he wanted to sleep in the big bed with me. Where- apparently he had been sleeping all week. This is the same bed that when Mama is home, he isn't allowed to get in. Strange huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos to prove that we did attend the Auburn game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8QKJyckhIk/TnoDX-LelCI/AAAAAAAABVw/PncGOME0VXo/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8QKJyckhIk/TnoDX-LelCI/AAAAAAAABVw/PncGOME0VXo/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbi14jf7Wp4/TnoD1Gf1XGI/AAAAAAAABV4/LUhPI9N85J0/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbi14jf7Wp4/TnoD1Gf1XGI/AAAAAAAABV4/LUhPI9N85J0/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s2CNr6cxz8/TnoEBNZlWOI/AAAAAAAABV8/Od7f8QlPeBE/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8s2CNr6cxz8/TnoEBNZlWOI/AAAAAAAABV8/Od7f8QlPeBE/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note: my pics have not been edited nor touched up. I don't have time for that anymore. You get what you get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some photos of my buddy. Who, would have LOVED the Ritz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29olMj48mHI/TnoEZDA7shI/AAAAAAAABWA/iwltu_5cFJ0/s1600/DSC_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29olMj48mHI/TnoEZDA7shI/AAAAAAAABWA/iwltu_5cFJ0/s320/DSC_0158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yks-OJGBsho/TnoEcUPHxjI/AAAAAAAABWE/C3U1DSpG14A/s1600/DSC_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yks-OJGBsho/TnoEcUPHxjI/AAAAAAAABWE/C3U1DSpG14A/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;P.S. I don't like the new Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4104967324033886205?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4104967324033886205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4104967324033886205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4104967324033886205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4104967324033886205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/09/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B8QKJyckhIk/TnoDX-LelCI/AAAAAAAABVw/PncGOME0VXo/s72-c/DSC_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8443246538772331222</id><published>2011-09-01T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:00:12.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand</title><content type='html'>Before the throne of grace I come&lt;br /&gt;Humble and repentant one&lt;br /&gt;With sorrow for the deeds I've done&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I fall&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling voice I call&lt;br /&gt;For pardon from the Lord of all&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I fall&lt;br /&gt;I love the Lamb Who took my sin&lt;br /&gt;Whose Mercy makes me clean again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I hear&lt;br /&gt;Your debt is paid your name is clear&lt;br /&gt;Such precious words of life so dear&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I hear&lt;br /&gt;I love the Lamb Who took my sin&lt;br /&gt;Whose Mercy makes me clean again&lt;br /&gt;I rise with words of grateful praise&lt;br /&gt;Knowing now the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I stand&lt;br /&gt;Is all because the Son of Man&lt;br /&gt;Bears my wounds in His Feet and Hands&lt;br /&gt;So before the throne of grace I stand&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of grace I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8443246538772331222?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8443246538772331222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8443246538772331222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8443246538772331222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8443246538772331222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-stand.html' title='I Stand'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8828419422685224028</id><published>2011-08-24T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T17:16:00.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live.Laugh.Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K-Qfrz1xDo/TlVVANWOj5I/AAAAAAAABVs/9T6kMSEsvSM/s1600/121791191_EzAQSf5G_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" width="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K-Qfrz1xDo/TlVVANWOj5I/AAAAAAAABVs/9T6kMSEsvSM/s400/121791191_EzAQSf5G_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wear this on a button. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8828419422685224028?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8828419422685224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8828419422685224028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8828419422685224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8828419422685224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/livelaughlove.html' title='Live.Laugh.Love.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K-Qfrz1xDo/TlVVANWOj5I/AAAAAAAABVs/9T6kMSEsvSM/s72-c/121791191_EzAQSf5G_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4473399221775684630</id><published>2011-08-18T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:15:00.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday...</title><content type='html'>1. This week we celebrated Little Buddy's burfday. We &lt;i&gt;THINK&lt;/i&gt; that his burfday is on the 16th, however, I cannot confirm this due to the fact that I have moved 4 times in 4 years and I cannot begin to even tell you where his "papers" could possibly be located. So, we celebrate on the 16th. But, we actually partied last night, because I am a terrible mother who did not have him any gifts or a special meal made. H kept asking me all night "is this what you are going to do when we have kids. Just celebrate their birthday when you purchase their gifts?" I replied with something like "YES! As long as I work an hour away from home and still have to cook dinner and clean, yes, we will celebrate when Mama can pull it together." He left me alone after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today has felt like Friday. Which is going to make me useless tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Although Modern Family was a re-run last night....it still OWNED me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Instead of giving Oscar a doggie burfday cake, I made him a hamburger. His 1st one EVER! And bless his bottom, he loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is anyone else just itching to wear fall clothes? I desperately want to wear a sweater tomorrow. I'm loving the cool weather in the mornings. Like at 6:30 when I leave for work. While many of you are still sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sunday, I am headed to the land of Maroon and Bulldogs! Any idea where that could be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4473399221775684630?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4473399221775684630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4473399221775684630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4473399221775684630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4473399221775684630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts-for-thursday_18.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3743656032294395045</id><published>2011-08-12T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:10:48.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>Although today is Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things that you must know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over the past weekend, I "pulled my life together" and made 5 meals on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; A. I made mine and H's Sunday lunch:&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Chicken, steamed green beans, a light creamed pasta,&lt;br /&gt;brownies and bread&lt;br /&gt;B. Chicken Spaghetti for Monday's dinner&lt;br /&gt;C. Spaghetti for some friends of ours in the BS whose wife is &lt;br /&gt;recovering from surgery. Put together a salad, and baked more  &lt;br /&gt;brownies&lt;br /&gt;D. Pulled together my Chicken Divan recipe for Wednesday night&lt;br /&gt;(which I wasn't a fan of AT.ALL)&lt;br /&gt;E. Cooked Hamburgers/French fries for dinner Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of that cooking in 1 day, I had to run my dishwasher 3 times on Sunday, and I have pretty much crashed by 8:30 each night this week. Which, is why I really didn't have many "Thoughts on Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oscar Mayer is still afraid of the garbage truck on Friday mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I ordered this patio set this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aJDbohbl5E/TkVWosMMESI/AAAAAAAABVc/gZ5ujsEDS-E/s1600/diningset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aJDbohbl5E/TkVWosMMESI/AAAAAAAABVc/gZ5ujsEDS-E/s400/diningset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have wanted it since the end of April, however, Wal-Mart sold out of it....and now, they have it back. It is due to arrive on my anniversary none the less. H thinks that it should be my anniversary gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Think.Not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more than just a table/chairs to commemorate 4 years of shear bliss my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did I mention that you are reading the blog of a 4.0 student? Oh.Yeah. Granted, it was just from 1 class. So, technically, I just made an A in my first class in my Master's Program for Mass Communications. I was tempted to call my teacher and have her show me the test that I just knew that I had failed.....but, you know what, after some thought, I didn't want to point out any grading mistakes that she may have made.....so, we are just going to let this sleeping dog lay. I mean, what's the point. I also made a 100 on my 24 page paper that I had to submit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would.You.Look.AT.That!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paper I swear shaved 3 years off of my life. I feel like a new woman now that it is OVER WITH. So, you ask what this straight A student is up to next, well, obviously, I don't value my time and I have signed up for 2 more classes this fall. SHOOT.ME.NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes- they are both night classes. &lt;br /&gt;Yes- I live an hour away from school.&lt;br /&gt;Yes- I would like to stay with you on Wednesday and Thursday nights. &lt;br /&gt;Yes- I will pay a small fee or cook for you. Your preference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Since I have previously declared it the month of love due to my anniversary, I'll leave you with this little pic from my wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgiienBKlw0/TkVYsQQFJ0I/AAAAAAAABVk/5zxSKmr0afQ/s1600/howsweet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hgiienBKlw0/TkVYsQQFJ0I/AAAAAAAABVk/5zxSKmr0afQ/s400/howsweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3743656032294395045?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3743656032294395045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3743656032294395045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3743656032294395045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3743656032294395045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6aJDbohbl5E/TkVWosMMESI/AAAAAAAABVc/gZ5ujsEDS-E/s72-c/diningset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1141529543623058390</id><published>2011-08-05T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T17:29:00.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consulation Prize</title><content type='html'>Every bride hopes her guests enjoy her wedding. She hopes that her friends have a blast and just as much fun as her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on my wedding day, I don't know if I would have attended the reception if I had been a guest. I think it would have been one of those weddings where I look at H and say "Let's do the ceremony, and then go eat somewhere. Inside. Where they are blowing cold air on us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H and were married at the end of August. In Mississippi. Our reception was outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I wasn't thinking of anyone else but stickly focusing on the vision I had in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought these lovely fans, because, for some reason, I thought they would be an appropriate tool to combat the MS heat. In August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FK53J-mzhBg/TjhSwMn049I/AAAAAAAABVU/TLxIJoUjuJQ/s1600/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FK53J-mzhBg/TjhSwMn049I/AAAAAAAABVU/TLxIJoUjuJQ/s400/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B017.jpg" /&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/6917147850090861557-1141529543623058390?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1141529543623058390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1141529543623058390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1141529543623058390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1141529543623058390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/consulation-prize.html' title='Consulation Prize'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FK53J-mzhBg/TjhSwMn049I/AAAAAAAABVU/TLxIJoUjuJQ/s72-c/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5079193322696887355</id><published>2011-08-02T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:21:03.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.Dear.Lard!</title><content type='html'>Last night, while opening my power point in front of my classmates, I saw this pic on my jumpdrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkpulgGcgOE/TjhPuWtPvnI/AAAAAAAABVM/NHFHW2DdjgY/s1600/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkpulgGcgOE/TjhPuWtPvnI/AAAAAAAABVM/NHFHW2DdjgY/s400/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dang! I would love a piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish it was my wedding day again. I wish I could re-live that day with H one more time. I wish that I could hug our friends and eat MSU ice cream again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little sappy. This month, on the 25th, I will celebrate 4 years of: working for Jones, Inc.(you know, just your typical cleaning, ironing, keep the family calendar together), being the personal chef to H Jones, loving a man that loves me back and constantly laughing with my best friend for 4 years!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready folks! This is goona be the month of love on the 'ol blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5079193322696887355?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5079193322696887355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5079193322696887355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5079193322696887355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5079193322696887355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/ohdearlard.html' title='Oh.Dear.Lard!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkpulgGcgOE/TjhPuWtPvnI/AAAAAAAABVM/NHFHW2DdjgY/s72-c/Jones.Walley.8.25.07%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-891500918310539994</id><published>2011-08-01T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T19:31:48.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....the scantron didn't get the best of me.</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned that I am deathly afraid of scantrons? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, scantrons that you use in college. To take test. To pass or fail a test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah- I had to use one of those tonight. To take a test....on material that I heard 2 months ago in a class that I never understood. The odds are high here. They.are.high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I can sleep easy tonight knowing that I will not be dreaming of quantitative and qualitative research methods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you are wondering what I will be doing tomorrow night since I don't have to start studying again until August 24th???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I have a date on the couch eating ice cream with Oscar Mayer while watching Nick and Vanessa's Dream Wedding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-891500918310539994?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/891500918310539994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=891500918310539994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/891500918310539994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/891500918310539994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/08/wellthe-scantron-didnt-get-best-of-me.html' title='Well....the scantron didn&apos;t get the best of me.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1711956802018580836</id><published>2011-07-29T18:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T18:00:02.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello!</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. Our life has been turned upside down and we have been thrown up against a brick wall for the past two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between work, school, social activities and other musings, blogging has been the last thing on my life list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't know where to begin on updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have I mentioned that I am in Grad School? Yes, I am. Someone, please do me the favor and slit my wrists. Thank You. &lt;br /&gt;I have a 20 page paper due on Monday night. Yes- I am finished. However, it shaved 8 years off my life. It's very difficult to write a paper on a subject that you don't understand and to apply concepts that you have never heard of before. I told H that I was going to quit. He told me that he didn't marry a quitter, then, he slapped me on the butt. Apparently, he doesn't know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oscar Mayer is so funny....and continues to add to his quirky personality EVERY DAY! We took him to my brother's house on the river last weekend.....and little Buddy LOVED.IT!! We had to bathe him before letting him step foot in brother's house. Oscar was MAD!! He didn't want to take a bath, and he didn't want to stay inside by himself. So.....what did he do while he was alone?? He pooped on brother's kitchen floor in front of the oven. He got a spanking. He learned his lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For 4th of July, H and I took a little get-a-way to the Battle House in Mobile. It was FANTASTIC!!! Downtown Mobile is like going to a nicer, cleaner, friendlier New Orleans. The food, hotel room and pool was great. Here are pics commemorating our visit. Because I am lazy, I have not edited them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnr7jRMA7MY/TjMHhavf_6I/AAAAAAAABUU/p3VFmH6d9BQ/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnr7jRMA7MY/TjMHhavf_6I/AAAAAAAABUU/p3VFmH6d9BQ/s400/DSC_0272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGvETAyLcmY/TjMHhSMQZqI/AAAAAAAABUc/LaMEOgLhc34/s1600/DSC_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGvETAyLcmY/TjMHhSMQZqI/AAAAAAAABUc/LaMEOgLhc34/s400/DSC_0280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQG16dFUA90/TjMHh0Vx1eI/AAAAAAAABUk/XJZ3JCYjo58/s1600/DSC_0281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQG16dFUA90/TjMHh0Vx1eI/AAAAAAAABUk/XJZ3JCYjo58/s400/DSC_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QwgdPLLUUE/TjMH0LOYeFI/AAAAAAAABUs/vDzFhiizgKI/s1600/DSC_0286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3QwgdPLLUUE/TjMH0LOYeFI/AAAAAAAABUs/vDzFhiizgKI/s400/DSC_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VsN9ulMfnw/TjMH0c8mfBI/AAAAAAAABU0/RdLmPkH9sS8/s1600/DSC_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VsN9ulMfnw/TjMH0c8mfBI/AAAAAAAABU0/RdLmPkH9sS8/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzhDMrivlPo/TjMH0inAqYI/AAAAAAAABU8/zMuX_IyxVeU/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzhDMrivlPo/TjMH0inAqYI/AAAAAAAABU8/zMuX_IyxVeU/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more that I could probably write about, but, it's dinner time, and let's face it.....I have priorities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1711956802018580836?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1711956802018580836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1711956802018580836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1711956802018580836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1711956802018580836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-hello.html' title='Well, Hello!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lnr7jRMA7MY/TjMHhavf_6I/AAAAAAAABUU/p3VFmH6d9BQ/s72-c/DSC_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5263384862308654731</id><published>2011-06-28T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:15:00.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoons. BS Style.</title><content type='html'>I’ve been MIA lately. But, with good reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t matter right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a relatively cool Sunday afternoon, you will find the Jones fam on the golf course in BS. You will see H playing golf like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8JK3y2Lu1E/TgnYfB3fmEI/AAAAAAAABTc/_0th5YlPGcc/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8JK3y2Lu1E/TgnYfB3fmEI/AAAAAAAABTc/_0th5YlPGcc/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College t-shirt, basketball shorts, and flip flops. That's how we roll. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And Oscar chasing the golf cart like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Qq4OqvBlU/TgnYmpap92I/AAAAAAAABTk/5DdpujxKMOw/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="359" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4Qq4OqvBlU/TgnYmpap92I/AAAAAAAABTk/5DdpujxKMOw/s400/DSC_0102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to entertain ourselves out here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, we will wake up from our Sunday afternoon nap, and hit the course. Mainly to wear down Oscar so he will sleep well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVyhDx9Tb0I/TgnY27U5_lI/AAAAAAAABTs/oD9eHFqAhI4/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVyhDx9Tb0I/TgnY27U5_lI/AAAAAAAABTs/oD9eHFqAhI4/s400/DSC_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSavpXYo6g/TgnY3a1JmSI/AAAAAAAABT0/ODhAPk4fPUI/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SuSavpXYo6g/TgnY3a1JmSI/AAAAAAAABT0/ODhAPk4fPUI/s400/DSC_0106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDjzZrQiiiI/TgnY36FXUVI/AAAAAAAABT8/6KXAwpAlBjE/s1600/DSC_0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDjzZrQiiiI/TgnY36FXUVI/AAAAAAAABT8/6KXAwpAlBjE/s400/DSC_0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFMogbh_14c/TgnY4YiVhlI/AAAAAAAABUE/azdNzyFmrBw/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFMogbh_14c/TgnY4YiVhlI/AAAAAAAABUE/azdNzyFmrBw/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYxJY_HJzd8/TgnY-WdodcI/AAAAAAAABUM/eAb7JDNFDq8/s1600/DSC_0100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gYxJY_HJzd8/TgnY-WdodcI/AAAAAAAABUM/eAb7JDNFDq8/s400/DSC_0100.jpg" /&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/6917147850090861557-5263384862308654731?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5263384862308654731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5263384862308654731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5263384862308654731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5263384862308654731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-afternoons-bs-style.html' title='Sunday Afternoons. BS Style.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u8JK3y2Lu1E/TgnYfB3fmEI/AAAAAAAABTc/_0th5YlPGcc/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3942389074913692999</id><published>2011-06-06T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:27:41.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>1. I've been a slacker in the blogger world. Don't hate on me....I've been busy. With life. I feel like I am just now getting my head above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. H and I went on our cruise. I didn't tell you when we were gone because our ADT Security system with my parentals (Oscar Mayer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Speaking of Oscar....when he stays with my parents, he wants my sweet mom's attention all.of.the.time. and when she doesn't give them the attention that he thinks he deserves.....he rolls around in cat poo. Which he did while we were cruising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I made 9 cookies on Sunday and ate 4 of them. I also made country fried steak. D-Lish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I had a "girls pool day" on Saturday......and was able to catch up with sweet &lt;a href="http://growingupgraves.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did I mention that I was busy with life? Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3942389074913692999?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3942389074913692999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3942389074913692999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3942389074913692999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3942389074913692999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/06/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2282596400676720538</id><published>2011-05-17T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:10:00.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1+____=_____</title><content type='html'>AB is a smarty pants little gurl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she knows it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES math, loves to read to you, and will argue that she is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, she wanted to give Uncle H some "hard" math problems to figure out. I quickly told her that she can't outsmart him. I try ALL.OF.THE.TIME. and fail miserably!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some documentation of AB giving the smartest guy in math that I know....a little lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMsSrwBnA80/Tc2QQ9WRqPI/AAAAAAAABTI/KqvftUfcxf4/s1600/100_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMsSrwBnA80/Tc2QQ9WRqPI/AAAAAAAABTI/KqvftUfcxf4/s400/100_1713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbP-yUm3dFQ/Tc2QRO2tqaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FAJeO3Dw7E8/s1600/100_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DbP-yUm3dFQ/Tc2QRO2tqaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FAJeO3Dw7E8/s400/100_1716.JPG" /&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/6917147850090861557-2282596400676720538?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2282596400676720538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2282596400676720538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2282596400676720538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2282596400676720538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/1.html' title='1+____=_____'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMsSrwBnA80/Tc2QQ9WRqPI/AAAAAAAABTI/KqvftUfcxf4/s72-c/100_1713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5169716321393418419</id><published>2011-05-16T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:15:00.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taaaa----Daaaa!!</title><content type='html'>As you already know, H is an engineer. He "rigs" stuff up. He can fix any and all things. They may not be to your liking, but, he will fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case and point #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, one of our toilets broke. It's really not OUR toilet, as it's not OUR house. But, you get the point. H didn't want to bother the homeowners as he can fix the problem himself. So he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the bathroom to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQnxz3d7I_g/Tc2K4Je539I/AAAAAAAABSo/sG15KGZdRzE/s1600/100_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQnxz3d7I_g/Tc2K4Je539I/AAAAAAAABSo/sG15KGZdRzE/s400/100_1707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDXT_olAn1I/Tc2K4MAEbCI/AAAAAAAABSw/wbm5sTKvDD0/s1600/100_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDXT_olAn1I/Tc2K4MAEbCI/AAAAAAAABSw/wbm5sTKvDD0/s400/100_1708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear sweet Lard above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. Me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Editors note:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;the toilet has since been fixed in a proper manner. A manner in which one doesn't have to tug on a zip-tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5169716321393418419?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5169716321393418419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5169716321393418419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5169716321393418419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5169716321393418419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/taaaa-daaaa.html' title='Taaaa----Daaaa!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQnxz3d7I_g/Tc2K4Je539I/AAAAAAAABSo/sG15KGZdRzE/s72-c/100_1707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7829608991265616593</id><published>2011-05-13T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:10:00.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I just can't get enough.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RiFK_Xqx-A/Tc2HkpK7iuI/AAAAAAAABSg/D27nFkQ4Jsc/s1600/lil%2Bman2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RiFK_Xqx-A/Tc2HkpK7iuI/AAAAAAAABSg/D27nFkQ4Jsc/s400/lil%2Bman2.jpg" /&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/6917147850090861557-7829608991265616593?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7829608991265616593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7829608991265616593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7829608991265616593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7829608991265616593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-i-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='Because I just can&apos;t get enough.......'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0RiFK_Xqx-A/Tc2HkpK7iuI/AAAAAAAABSg/D27nFkQ4Jsc/s72-c/lil%2Bman2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7999335138096176497</id><published>2011-05-09T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:43:18.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB3HVX_YUTw/TchW7J86ZDI/AAAAAAAABSY/iRn_1kIwnc4/s1600/oscar.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB3HVX_YUTw/TchW7J86ZDI/AAAAAAAABSY/iRn_1kIwnc4/s400/oscar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Oscar Mayer wants to do EVERY DAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride in the golf cart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7999335138096176497?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7999335138096176497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7999335138096176497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7999335138096176497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7999335138096176497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-little-man.html' title='My Little Man'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB3HVX_YUTw/TchW7J86ZDI/AAAAAAAABSY/iRn_1kIwnc4/s72-c/oscar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8383880212710303292</id><published>2011-05-04T05:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T05:24:00.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lil' Pen Pal!</title><content type='html'>Back in January, we celebrated AB's 7th Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AB had &lt;i&gt;6&lt;/i&gt; parties celebrating her &lt;i&gt;7th&lt;/i&gt; Birthday. &lt;br /&gt;It's so sad that this little gurl isn't loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So. Sad.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, homegurl sent me this thank-you note in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it MELTED me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like Butta'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0cvr4FN-c0/Tbrmtwl-KdI/AAAAAAAABRY/kaaHk2ikfd4/s1600/outside%2Bnote.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0cvr4FN-c0/Tbrmtwl-KdI/AAAAAAAABRY/kaaHk2ikfd4/s400/outside%2Bnote.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTfDC3hhjSI/TbrmuEPwIVI/AAAAAAAABRg/wCv_s2-lrMs/s1600/inside%2Bof%2Babs%2Bnote.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTfDC3hhjSI/TbrmuEPwIVI/AAAAAAAABRg/wCv_s2-lrMs/s400/inside%2Bof%2Babs%2Bnote.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her a pottery wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obviously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8383880212710303292?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8383880212710303292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8383880212710303292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8383880212710303292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8383880212710303292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-lil-pen-pal.html' title='My Lil&apos; Pen Pal!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0cvr4FN-c0/Tbrmtwl-KdI/AAAAAAAABRY/kaaHk2ikfd4/s72-c/outside%2Bnote.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-936820470153661084</id><published>2011-05-03T05:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T05:22:00.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Guess who is just showing out now!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0D8mfD3BuM/Tbrl1PiSR0I/AAAAAAAABRI/k_LOY3OpAfI/s1600/flower.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; 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Jesus gave me for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-bV39xvbts/TbrlT2tuqvI/AAAAAAAABRA/xNHH1e6I9jU/s1600/1flower.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-bV39xvbts/TbrlT2tuqvI/AAAAAAAABRA/xNHH1e6I9jU/s400/1flower.JPG" /&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/6917147850090861557-6301158856681694959?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6301158856681694959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6301158856681694959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6301158856681694959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6301158856681694959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/birthday-gift_4635.html' title='Birthday Gift....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-bV39xvbts/TbrlT2tuqvI/AAAAAAAABRA/xNHH1e6I9jU/s72-c/1flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1597361143954936639</id><published>2011-05-01T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:34:14.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Royal Wedding.</title><content type='html'>First of all- you must know that I almost blew up Elvis due to all of the tv he had to record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Elvis is our TiVo. We had to name him.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H has made fun of me all weekend for watching a play-by-play wedding. &lt;br /&gt;I reminded him this is a gurl's version of The Masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't wake up at 4am to watch the wedding, I had to be creative in how I caught my info before I watched it this weekend. So, I hopped in my car and headed to work and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyCE4BORX_Y/TbslQqmLXtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/icoLMxJAXTI/s1600/xm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyCE4BORX_Y/TbslQqmLXtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/icoLMxJAXTI/s400/xm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will and Kate had their own channel. On XM. And I listened. And loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a snapshot of the notes that I took while watching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;The crowd&lt;/b&gt;. The crowd was enormous. But, when I saw this lady, I chuckled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgz5iJr988k/TbsVJET2DKI/AAAAAAAABRw/uTTkdrn_uJY/s1600/wedding2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgz5iJr988k/TbsVJET2DKI/AAAAAAAABRw/uTTkdrn_uJY/s400/wedding2.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet she would be fun to hang out with. Just look at her cape. And hat. And ring. And her &lt;i&gt;champagne&lt;/i&gt; to celebrate the festive occasion. Get it gurl. &lt;i&gt;Get it.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The hats&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-My-Lands. The hats were esentric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point....Princess Eugenie and Princess Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VakCQh2xJxQ/TbsXIZgicGI/AAAAAAAABR4/MJgr-qqlcrg/s1600/wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VakCQh2xJxQ/TbsXIZgicGI/AAAAAAAABR4/MJgr-qqlcrg/s400/wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the HECK is she wearing on her head?? It looks like a mini-wreath wrapped in fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good Lard!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;b&gt; The cake.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It resembled that of my wedding cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Xx1ESKpPg/TbsX9gNsvJI/AAAAAAAABSA/ImTIS-QI0Yk/s1600/cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o4Xx1ESKpPg/TbsX9gNsvJI/AAAAAAAABSA/ImTIS-QI0Yk/s400/cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;The Dress.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the dress. Very classy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CW9nAhhZE0/Tbsbi5498-I/AAAAAAAABSI/rGzqyB8nqe4/s1600/dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2CW9nAhhZE0/Tbsbi5498-I/AAAAAAAABSI/rGzqyB8nqe4/s400/dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read online where David's Bridal will be offering a similar dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give the wedding 2 thumbs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cheerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1597361143954936639?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1597361143954936639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1597361143954936639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1597361143954936639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1597361143954936639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/royal-wedding.html' title='THE Royal Wedding.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyCE4BORX_Y/TbslQqmLXtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/icoLMxJAXTI/s72-c/xm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4809560111683720170</id><published>2011-05-01T17:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T17:12:00.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar had a Little.....</title><content type='html'>LAMB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEFDslrKYek/TboeqxJDBlI/AAAAAAAABP4/k_ORyAxcTCA/s1600/100_1872.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEFDslrKYek/TboeqxJDBlI/AAAAAAAABP4/k_ORyAxcTCA/s400/100_1872.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ6VIKL8xcg/Tbofa_8KFuI/AAAAAAAABQA/NtPo9be2Yc4/s1600/100_1873.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQ6VIKL8xcg/Tbofa_8KFuI/AAAAAAAABQA/NtPo9be2Yc4/s400/100_1873.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny brought Oscar Mayer a lamb for Easter. Then, little buddy chewed the legs off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4809560111683720170?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4809560111683720170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4809560111683720170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4809560111683720170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4809560111683720170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/05/oscar-had-little.html' title='Oscar had a Little.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEFDslrKYek/TboeqxJDBlI/AAAAAAAABP4/k_ORyAxcTCA/s72-c/100_1872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3194067151267278788</id><published>2011-04-28T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:53:22.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>1. Yesterday was my birthday. And H treated me like Kate Middleton. &lt;br /&gt;I came home to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAFvs8dfdRA/TbojQDbwk5I/AAAAAAAABQI/3_YAsvQL-PU/s1600/100_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAFvs8dfdRA/TbojQDbwk5I/AAAAAAAABQI/3_YAsvQL-PU/s400/100_1904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-AH8dVZ6tU/TbojxhB8YmI/AAAAAAAABQQ/DgDkmlNLtOQ/s1600/100_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-AH8dVZ6tU/TbojxhB8YmI/AAAAAAAABQQ/DgDkmlNLtOQ/s400/100_1905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I opened the grill to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-de3CCTzTL8E/Tbokb6c4DqI/AAAAAAAABQY/L-0-9QxkT_A/s1600/100_1907.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-de3CCTzTL8E/Tbokb6c4DqI/AAAAAAAABQY/L-0-9QxkT_A/s400/100_1907.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8FquEn8PqE/TbolKdPfMXI/AAAAAAAABQg/g0bSUFVjsJ4/s1600/100_1909.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8FquEn8PqE/TbolKdPfMXI/AAAAAAAABQg/g0bSUFVjsJ4/s400/100_1909.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ended up looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFuNIuhCLvg/TbomWQkqpCI/AAAAAAAABQw/QxJtV5Q2hYQ/s1600/100_1925.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rFuNIuhCLvg/TbomWQkqpCI/AAAAAAAABQw/QxJtV5Q2hYQ/s400/100_1925.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he brought out this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RcacjtMyKk/Tbom_QyyLhI/AAAAAAAABQ4/lDGw6vfPPM8/s1600/100_1928.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RcacjtMyKk/Tbom_QyyLhI/AAAAAAAABQ4/lDGw6vfPPM8/s400/100_1928.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, set on house on FIRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love my man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are going to have a busy weekend which includes a crawfish golf tourney…..and a crawfish boil at the end. Our home is about to become the Kappa Sig house of BS. Fun Times are a comin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My little Brother called me from Brazil yesterday. And he put me on speaker phone so some of his friends could wish me a Happy Birthday. Then, he went and ate rice and beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last week, I had Friday off due to Easter. This week…….not so much. Which, makes me tired and want to take naps throughout the day. Some days, I wish I was Oscar so I could curl up and nap. All. Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will be TiVo-ing the Royal Wedding. Don’t judge me. I’m a gurl…..&lt;br /&gt;I plan on watching it Saturday with Oscar while the boys are playing golf. Sheer bliss my friends. Sheer bliss. What more can a gurl ask?? Well, a grilled cheese would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3194067151267278788?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3194067151267278788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3194067151267278788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3194067151267278788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3194067151267278788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-for-thursday_28.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JAFvs8dfdRA/TbojQDbwk5I/AAAAAAAABQI/3_YAsvQL-PU/s72-c/100_1904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2214685238685779813</id><published>2011-04-25T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:15:00.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There....</title><content type='html'>Guess who is trying to pull it together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I even served it at my wedding. &lt;br /&gt;In shot glasses no less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are eating fish for dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Again, I just can't get enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we dinned at Magnolia Court Restaurant in Foley. &lt;br /&gt;We were the ONLY customers. &lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you, we had &lt;i&gt;Excellent&lt;/i&gt; customer service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ate shrimp.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we packed up and headed to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;And was sand blasted. &lt;br /&gt;And left within 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;But you know what, we didn't care. We were at the beach and nothing could rain on our parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we dinned at The Velligio. Not to be confused with Belligio in Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ate shrimp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because we were WILD and Crazy kids....we decided not to live it up at the Flora Bama like we may have done once back in college, but instead go and watch Bradley Cooper's new movie Limitless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised an eyebrow or two during the movie. &lt;br /&gt;1. 1 pill changed his entire life. &lt;br /&gt;2. He basically was taking Adderall. &lt;br /&gt;3. He drank blood. &lt;br /&gt;4. He lived the perfect life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this was a spoiler for you. But trust me, don't waste $9 on a ticket then $18.50 on popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we shopped. And I came home with the one thing that H said not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and I ate shrimp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXjqr1wV3mw/Ta5BJnzV8LI/AAAAAAAABPA/RhV760udRJM/s1600/100_1855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXjqr1wV3mw/Ta5BJnzV8LI/AAAAAAAABPA/RhV760udRJM/s400/100_1855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and Brooksy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BK50QeJZMmw/Ta5BJKtYvwI/AAAAAAAABO4/N5A9MRPqYAA/s1600/100_1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BK50QeJZMmw/Ta5BJKtYvwI/AAAAAAAABO4/N5A9MRPqYAA/s400/100_1853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me and Candice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next trip.... 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I have no energy. &lt;br /&gt;Case in point, bullet point #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to bed Tuesday night at 8:30pm. H and Oscar cleaned the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am going to the beach this weekend. And don't think about coming to my house. I am leaving the most ferocious weenie dog this side of I-59. And, H isn't invited to go. He is to stay at HOME! This trip is to celebrate mine and Brooksy's upcoming burfdays. Brooksy and I were born 1 day apart.....thus, we must celebrate together. And, we are inviting other Walley gals to join. &lt;i&gt;Fun times are a' comin'. Fun times&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Because you are dying to know....my rose bushes have not bloomed yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My parentals had part of their driveway paved yesterday. And guess who took off from work to supervise a crew of concrete laying men? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my MAMA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sent dad to work and she was the supervisor. Apparently, at 8:30pm, the men were still pouring concrete which caused mom not to eat dinner. She told me that she didn't want the men to see her in the kitchen cooking dinner when they couldn't eat dinner. So, instead, &lt;i&gt;home-gurl&lt;/i&gt; fell asleep on the couch waiting for the crew to finish. There are a few things that strike me funny in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a. That my mom thinks that she needs to supervise concrete workers.&lt;br /&gt;     b. She didn't want to cook where they could see her, but, yet, she   &lt;br /&gt;        feels it's appropriate for them to possible see her snug-as-a-bug&lt;br /&gt;        while they are still SLAVING outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking of my dear mom, have I mentioned that she ate sushi?? Oh yes! But, before she ate it, I had to cut it in half so she could inspect it. I think she liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My pink blackberry is falling apart. Literally. I have resorted to taping the back cover onto the phone. Tape is keeping it together. &lt;i&gt;Who have I turned into??&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I don't even recognize myself. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Just so you can get a visual, this is my mama. The woman with the cute up-do, who ran a concrete crew on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-WCECfi1y4/TXbimwBc_SI/AAAAAAAABL4/1ZzRu65pcvA/s1600/100_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581897943526210850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-WCECfi1y4/TXbimwBc_SI/AAAAAAAABL4/1ZzRu65pcvA/s400/100_1783.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-813227003651665513?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/813227003651665513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=813227003651665513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/813227003651665513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/813227003651665513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-for-thursday_14.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-WCECfi1y4/TXbimwBc_SI/AAAAAAAABL4/1ZzRu65pcvA/s72-c/100_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2393143376890423592</id><published>2011-04-11T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:12:57.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things about The BS</title><content type='html'>We have lived in The BS for 1 year and 2 months. I didn’t think that we would have lived here that long. I bet you are wondering if we are getting ready to move or something??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are not.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last September, right before I could finish the sentence of telling H that he could visit me and Oscar Mayer at my parent’s home (until he moved me out of BS),  he found a cute little “cabin in the woods.” It is by no means anything fancy- entertaining friendly- or spacious……..but, it is our temporary home. &lt;i&gt;And I must embrace that&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, we visited Birmingham. The city that I thought H and I would move to after we were married. The city where his family lives. The city that has a Whole Foods. I tend to judge a town based on its grocery stores. &lt;i&gt;That's what I do&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I leave the ’Ham, I leave just a little envious of its citizens. For you see, they get to shop at Publix anytime they want. They get to hop in the car and be at Target in 10-15 minutes. Or, better yet, they get to go to Williams Sonoma anytime they want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always leave down-in-the-dumps wishing that we lived in a subdivision again (for the record, I grew up in the country, never once lived in a subdivision until I was married). I was meant to live in a culd-a-sack,  and have neighbors who know my every move. I need to be around concrete street gutters. &lt;i&gt;But, currently, we live in the BS&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times this weekend, friends of ours who live in the ‘Ham asked if I like BS. I didn't give the best PR answer. I need to work on my delivery. I need to embrace country life again. I need to be positive and more importantly……&lt;i&gt;grateful&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my list of 20 things that I like about the BS. &lt;br /&gt;(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oscar Mayer can play outside with his friend and fellow weenie dog, Toby. &lt;br /&gt;2. My sweet little neighbor calls me Egg.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can see 2 ponds from our deck.&lt;br /&gt;4. We have a large deck.&lt;br /&gt;5. We have many friends in BS.&lt;br /&gt;6. They are 99% Bulldog Fans.&lt;br /&gt;7. We have a Sonic.&lt;br /&gt;8. And a Ward’s. However, we don’t eat there. It’s comforting knowing that I can order a “Big One” anytime I want though. &lt;br /&gt;9. We don’t have to upkeep our yard. Nor, follow Homeowner Association rules.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can ride my bike down the driveway, and then walk it back up the driveway. And the best part is....no one will see me when I am out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;11. I am 45 minutes from my mama. Wish I was closer though. Especially on Sundays (Sunday lunch...of course). &lt;br /&gt;12. Oscar gets treats from our local bank when I go through the drive-thru. &lt;br /&gt;13. The Post Office is never crowded. Like. Never. &lt;br /&gt;14. There’s always a parking spot at Sunflower. We don’t shop there either unless it’s an emergency. One time, H bought outdated whipping cream that made us sick (we didn't know it was outdated until I dug the carton out of the garbage can). We haven’t been back. And, in true Meg fashion, I went back and politely told the cashier. &lt;i&gt;I don’t think she cared.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. BS has fun back roads to roam on a sunny Sunday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;16. It tickles H to no end knowing that he can drive his golf cart down the hill to the Country Club. &lt;br /&gt;17. I can play golf with H. If we lived in the ‘Ham, I probably wouldn’t be allowed to be on the course in shorts/flip flops and a weenie dog hitting around balls for the dog to chase. &lt;br /&gt;18. We are situated in the country. And it’s quite. &lt;i&gt;Somedays&lt;/i&gt;, I really like that. &lt;br /&gt;19. Ooohh…..the BS has a brick street. &lt;br /&gt;20. And, a rose garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to print my list and place in my back pocket- so when people ask……I can have a perfect delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, I guess, I could send them to this post??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2393143376890423592?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2393143376890423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2393143376890423592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2393143376890423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2393143376890423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-things-about-bs.html' title='20 Things about The BS'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6471924799315756190</id><published>2011-04-06T20:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:20:45.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday...</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In no particular order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't get a Sunday nap. And it has thrown me off all week. On Sunday- Hannie and her BF Zackie Poo (not his real name. But, that's what I call him) came to the BS and played a little golf with us. When I say "played a little golf".....this really means that the guys hit golf balls....Oscar chased them around the course.....and Hannie and I tried to solve all of the world's problems while driving around the golf cart." Fun times....but no nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No nap = not so happy Meg&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm having a slumber party with Hannie tonight. She lets me relive college days again. And that makes me feel young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. I had a dentist appointment this morning. My mouth has been violated. &lt;del&gt;And I have a cavity.&lt;/del&gt; Not too shabby for a gurl who hasn't seen a dentist in about 8 years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ya'll. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of the dentist. I can't tell you why! Growing up, the dentist I visited was my cousin. He was/is great. I have no horror stories or anything. I just don't like teeth or the dentist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to know more.....I think it's gross to even brush your teeth. Think about it....you are foaming at the mouth!! SICK! However, I brush at least twice-a-day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist told me to floss. No chance that is happening.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No chance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last night we started our new marriage class at church. We had to go around the room and tell about a blooper that happened during our wedding. I told about how it rained on my wedding day and how I cried and drank Pepto-Bismol and made deals with Jesus for him to stop the rain. I may or may not have told him that I would even be a missionary in Africa if he would stop the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stopped the rain. I have since revisited the whole Africa thing with Jesus.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My house is clean and last night I threatened H and Oscar that if they as much put a pillow out of place they can sleep on the golf cart. Then, I went to bed at 8:45. I am a new woman today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought 2 pairs of shoes this week for $5 each!! NY Lerner was having a HUG sale. So I bought the shoes in Black and Brown. It's going to be my luck that I wear one black and one brown at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I walked out the dentist- I was pretty much thinking to myself- "&lt;em&gt;yep! I'm good for at least 5 more years!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6471924799315756190?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6471924799315756190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6471924799315756190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6471924799315756190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6471924799315756190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/04/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6971503352356141063</id><published>2011-03-31T20:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:52:08.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the HECK!!</title><content type='html'>I'm raising an eyebrow to Grey's tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I have waited all week to watch....and what do they do?? They sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm watching a mix between Glee and a bad '80s music video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few questions for the producers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did the actors really sing or did you have someone record for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why did the commercials captivate me more than this episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Addison? Isn't she damaged enough?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. H declared that this episode is gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Runnin' on Sunshine" during this morbid episode?? Poor planning on the producers part. Poor plannin' my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to find a new show. Pronto. I just feel loyal to Grey's....I've been watchin' them since its conception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6971503352356141063?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6971503352356141063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6971503352356141063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6971503352356141063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6971503352356141063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-heck.html' title='What the HECK!!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-651937169913337045</id><published>2011-03-30T20:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:19:38.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.......</title><content type='html'>Here we are again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's been a busy week for the Jones'. I had a couple of work functions....so I stayed in Hattiesburg with Hannie. H and Oscar held the fort down. Although H says that Oscar didn't sleep in the big bed with him, I know otherwise. I know Oscar Mayer the Wienie Dog hair when I see it. Oscar slept in my place. Comforting to know that I am so easily replaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last night H cooked dinner. I use the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cooked&lt;/span&gt; lightly here. He opened the freezer, pulled pizza out of the box, placed in oven, fell asleep on the couch while I was in the tub, and burnt dinner. Oscar didn't mind it too much. He ate my piece and didn't know any different. It's good to know that H needs me just as much as I need him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. H's golf cart was delivered on Saturday. I have 38 pictures to prove it. 37 of them include Lil' Buddy. I will have to upload them later. My memory card is in the camera, on the dining room table, and I'm on the couch. I'm not getting up. Believe me.....Oscar loves it. He laid on it from 10:30 to noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mind is going blank. I'm hitting my wall. I need to sleep until about 9am tomorrow. But you know what. I'm not. I'm going to wake up at 5:30am so I can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bring Home the Bacon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We let go of some of the proverbial bacon this week when we booked our CRUISE! Yep! We are cruising with some of our friends in May to Cozumel. Meg-O is one happy guurrl. This all happened really quickly. Very quickly. H and I chatted about our cruise last Thursday, asked our friends to join us over the weekend and pretty much said tell us now, and we all booked on Tuesday. DONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested for us to go to New York. H said that would not be a vacay for him due to the fact I would drag him around the city and he would be forced to sit through multiple shows. He suggested a cruise and somehow talked me into it. I tend to cave into peer pressure (when tropical vacay's are involved). I said yes....but, I had 2 requests. Request #1: friends must go with us (I've always heard people who have cruised say that it's better to take friends), request #2: I wanted a room with a balcony so I can literally prop my feet up and watch the waves go by. H granted my wishes. And I am P-U-M-P-E-D! You don't even know. It can't be measured. I have already started downloading new songs on my ipod to listen to while I watch the waves go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this pic of Lil' Buddy that we took back in February when we visited MSU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIQ2HNTzG3U/TXbhnAiwZrI/AAAAAAAABLo/XuQX-npU-mY/s1600/100_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIQ2HNTzG3U/TXbhnAiwZrI/AAAAAAAABLo/XuQX-npU-mY/s400/100_1768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581896848449234610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Man on Campus. Bless his little heart. He wants to be a bulldog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-651937169913337045?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/651937169913337045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=651937169913337045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/651937169913337045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/651937169913337045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-for-thursday_30.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.......'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIQ2HNTzG3U/TXbhnAiwZrI/AAAAAAAABLo/XuQX-npU-mY/s72-c/100_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3916575920069412460</id><published>2011-03-23T20:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:10:36.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>1. I'm in favor with the LARD. This has been 2 weeks in a row where the week has FLOWN by! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everybody's workin' for the weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I told H that Elizabeth Taylor died. He asked me who that was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GASP!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Say it ain't so! Say. It. Ain't. So. &lt;br /&gt;I like Ms. Taylor for just a few reasons. One of those reasons is that I am in total agrement with her life motto "more is better." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preach it Elizabeth. Preach it. You always need MORE shoes. MORE purses. MORE scarfs. Etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have I mentioned that H and I went fishing on Saturday? Yup! We went fishing. And I caught a fish. And H caught 3 more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rsaOjchzuDw/TYqptdVcfoI/AAAAAAAABOg/jDCIcWo6RW0/s1600/100_1806.JPG"&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/-rsaOjchzuDw/TYqptdVcfoI/AAAAAAAABOg/jDCIcWo6RW0/s400/100_1806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587464886140305026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GL1SaFGTWpo/TYqpthMdPFI/AAAAAAAABOo/mEO0X8KZoKE/s1600/100_1808.JPG"&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/-GL1SaFGTWpo/TYqpthMdPFI/AAAAAAAABOo/mEO0X8KZoKE/s400/100_1808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587464887176346706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We have another great weekend coming up. It includes sleeping late on Saturday, cleaning house a little and reading while piled up in the hammock with a wienie dog. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is grand in the BS!&lt;/span&gt; Life is grand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oscar is getting his birthday gift on Monday. We hope. Remember the golf cart? Oscar-Mayer thinks that it is his. Speaking of the wienie....he went running with H. They ran 2 miles together. I was so proud of Buddy! I think he is officially off his diet now. H said that about halfway through the run, O-Man wanted to turn around and run back home! Bless him. He fell asleep at 8pm last night. And was dead weight. Like his mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did I mention that I almost hit a cow on the way to work on Monday? Oh yeah. A baby cow. Which is a calf. He was standing in the middle of the road. In my lane. Immediately after a large curb. Among the fog. And he was white. The calf and my camillion car are both safe for the record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3916575920069412460?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3916575920069412460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3916575920069412460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3916575920069412460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3916575920069412460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-for-thursday_23.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rsaOjchzuDw/TYqptdVcfoI/AAAAAAAABOg/jDCIcWo6RW0/s72-c/100_1806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8279129829705166037</id><published>2011-03-18T10:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:19:47.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy.</title><content type='html'>That's now how easy it is to &lt;em&gt;Keep Up With the Jones'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends of mine wanted to know how they can follow me. On my blog. Just in case you needed that clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even upload my banners correctly, much less step you though how you can &lt;em&gt;follow me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Blogger came out with this great little gadget where you just type in your email address and it will alert you when I load a new post. Genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Peasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out and sign up on the right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara and Leslie...this gadget's for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8279129829705166037?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8279129829705166037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8279129829705166037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8279129829705166037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8279129829705166037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/easy-peasy.html' title='Easy Peasy.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1714561391610597297</id><published>2011-03-17T08:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:32:04.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.</title><content type='html'>1. This week has FLOWN by. And I am grateful. I have turned into a night owl with the time change. This is the first time ever in my adult life, that the change has really effected me. Is this a sign I'm getting old? Last night, I hopped in bed @ 10:15! 10:15 people!! What is wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This morning, I had to drive fast going to work, because I woke up and tried to be superwoman. I failed miseraberly. We have an overnight visitor. After night though, he will be not considered a visitor. He will have a key to our house. Our mutual friend Justin, who just took a job with the same company that H works for and provides me the means to purchase shoes online, is staying with us tonight. We are delighted. Anyway, I woke up and thought that I could sling together my lasagna recipe. Yeah...that didn't happen. I was only able to brown my &lt;em&gt;organic turkey meat.&lt;/em&gt; Who was I trying to kid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My rose bushes are just a few weeks away from blooming! I am thrilled. This is my first attempt with roses. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. H's golf cart will be here next weekend. We are telling Oscar that it is an early birthday present to him from me and H. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tonight is Grey's night. Last week it was a re-run. H and Justin better better recognize, that in the Jones house, all becomes quite when Meg-O watches Grey's. And that I take up the whole couch to myself when I watch. And I text Mar during parts of it. That's how I watch. Tonight is no different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1714561391610597297?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1714561391610597297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1714561391610597297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1714561391610597297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1714561391610597297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-for-thursday_17.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2545215561967573186</id><published>2011-03-15T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:58:55.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snug As a Bug.</title><content type='html'>I'm not complainer...but..well, I guess it really depends on who you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm loving the time change. Just loving it. It's making me turn into a REBEL with no set bedtime. Last night, I crawled in bed @ 10pm! Can you believe it. That's my bedtime for the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the time change, it makes it harder for me to want to get up in the mornings. I want to sleep just a tad bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially on the days I have my cuddle buddy in bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxQl985v7jY/TXbhKOluklI/AAAAAAAABLg/SAodjExwtro/s1600/100_1758.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/-SxQl985v7jY/TXbhKOluklI/AAAAAAAABLg/SAodjExwtro/s400/100_1758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581896354003587666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2545215561967573186?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2545215561967573186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2545215561967573186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2545215561967573186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2545215561967573186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/snug-as-bug.html' title='Snug As a Bug.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SxQl985v7jY/TXbhKOluklI/AAAAAAAABLg/SAodjExwtro/s72-c/100_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3125437387027296527</id><published>2011-03-14T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:03:43.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Likey. A Lot.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much in love with my new blog look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this post to &lt;a href="http://kevinandhope.blogspot.com"&gt;Hope&lt;/a&gt; and her fab hubby Kevy (I call him Kevy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevy is a computer genius. I am not. I still have problems with the updated version of Windows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I decided that I wanted to change the look of the blog. So I started clicking and changing. Then...I screwed it up. And Kevy came to the rescue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cleaned up my mess. Hope told me that Kevy just "wrote a computer code". Just like that. He wrote a code. Like it's no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hope that if she ever needs any Mechanical Engineering done, H is her man. He can do it. If she ever needs to know the thermal dynamics of whatever.....give H a phone call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and Kevy....thanks again! When I get the urge to do the change-a-roo in about a year.....expect another plea for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3125437387027296527?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3125437387027296527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3125437387027296527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3125437387027296527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3125437387027296527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-likey-lot.html' title='Me Likey. A Lot.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7952896905216749443</id><published>2011-03-14T10:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:07:48.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Dawg!</title><content type='html'>I am so sad that MSU isn't in the Tourny anymore. I wanted to have a little  &lt;br /&gt;        P-A-R-T-Y and watch them kick booty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that isn't going to happen. I have to wait until football season now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who is still excited about the Bulldogs and wishes he was one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvSSR_Dl_Bw/TXbgqgj5XzI/AAAAAAAABLY/GdmN0gwatD4/s1600/100_1750.JPG"&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/-EvSSR_Dl_Bw/TXbgqgj5XzI/AAAAAAAABLY/GdmN0gwatD4/s400/100_1750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581895809071931186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Buddy hated the fact that I was comparing him to a Bulldog....that he wouldn't even look at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised him treats and everything....and I still got nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to football season! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooo Dawgs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7952896905216749443?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7952896905216749443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7952896905216749443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7952896905216749443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7952896905216749443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/top-dawg.html' title='Top Dawg!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvSSR_Dl_Bw/TXbgqgj5XzI/AAAAAAAABLY/GdmN0gwatD4/s72-c/100_1750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-745020626955793218</id><published>2011-03-11T14:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:42:57.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Tech-ies</title><content type='html'>Do you like the new blog look??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do too....except for a few minor hick-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a tech-y (is that even a word??) to help me finish cleaning this up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even call this a PLEA for &lt;a href="http://kevinandhope.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hope Anderson&lt;/a&gt; to help-a-gurl-out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you interested in cleaning up my mess and getting the credit for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me a comment and I'll get in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think that I want to change the name of my blog. Is that legal?? I want to keep all of my old posts....but I want a new name. I may be asking for a lot here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-745020626955793218?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/745020626955793218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=745020626955793218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/745020626955793218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/745020626955793218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/calling-all-tech-ies.html' title='Calling All Tech-ies'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5992072008402860213</id><published>2011-03-10T08:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:22:22.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>1. My baby brother came home today from Brazil. He's not a baby anymore. He's 23. He's a grown man. But, he's my baby brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight, I'm CLEANING house. My mama is coming over tomorrow night. I've given H a small "to-do" list. He raised an eyebrow and told Oscar that I'm crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. H bought a golf cart. It's quite an amazing little story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking online late one night....and asked if I liked said golf cart. The next day, H bought said golf cart. Then end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come it takes a week for him to buy a car....or many trips and bargaining for him to go to the jewelry store....but less than 24 hours for him to buy a golf cart. Hmmm???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have put the cleaning list back in his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I made the most delightful shrimp from my Martha Cookbook. However, I don't think I cooked enough. My man ate a bowl of cereal 30 minutes later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Since starting my job back in January, our life has slowed down and we have turned boring. Our bed time is seriously 9pm. If you call me @ 8:45, I'm not gonna answer in fear that our convo will last to 9pm. It's real sad...but it's the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is it too early to decorate for Easter? I'm ready for Spring! And for the time change. Lard! I bet I have said that sentence &lt;em&gt;Fifty-Leven&lt;/em&gt; times in the past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I finished &lt;em&gt;The Help&lt;/em&gt;. I have to admit, I'm sad that I'm finished. I felt like I was friends with Abileen, and Minnie and Skeeter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm the newest card holding member of the Hattiesbug Library. I had to pay $45 bucks for my card since I do not live in Hattiesburg. I opened my mouth to tell the lady waiting on me that I spend more time in H-burg than I do BS. Does that count?? But, I quickly realized, she didn't care to hear my argument, so I whipped out the checkbook. $45 dollars later, I can now check out books on MP3 players. And you really could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Grey's Day everyone. Happy Grey's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5992072008402860213?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5992072008402860213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5992072008402860213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5992072008402860213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5992072008402860213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8323596041507747374</id><published>2011-03-08T20:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:58:50.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy Cat!</title><content type='html'>Guess who was so scared of the bad weather last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who curled up in my Restoration Hardware blanket that he isn't allowed to touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who acted like he went outside to "do his business" but yet, came back inside just as dry as left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who left me a little surprise doodle on the dining room rug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you one guess.....and it wasn't H. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KzPL1wVlQw/TXbgP6vDA_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/07jSKO0GJkM/s1600/100_1747.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/-6KzPL1wVlQw/TXbgP6vDA_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/07jSKO0GJkM/s400/100_1747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581895352241554418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8323596041507747374?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8323596041507747374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8323596041507747374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8323596041507747374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8323596041507747374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy Cat!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KzPL1wVlQw/TXbgP6vDA_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/07jSKO0GJkM/s72-c/100_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2200511125229863681</id><published>2011-03-07T09:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:45:53.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>1. I didn't post a "Thoughts for Thursday" last week because I fell asleep on the couch. At 8:30pm. I woke up @ 10pm and somehow walked 3 steps down the hall and crawled in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today, I ate 3 strawberry truffles at my desk. They were so good! And I didn't share. It's Monday- I get a pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I took the BEST nap Saturday afternoon with Buddy! However, it took a while for me to finally fall asleep because he kept snoring in my ear. I love my little fritos smelling weinie dog. He has my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunday, I watched H and other guys from our Sunday School class let a sweet little girl grab handfulls of chesecake from the actual cake that was on the buffet. The guys thought it was funny. I am starting to have flashes of me being the dominate parent.!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last night I crawled in bed to read....and didn't make it past 3 pages before I fell asleep. I do better listening to books on the way to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2200511125229863681?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2200511125229863681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2200511125229863681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2200511125229863681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2200511125229863681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2743766470907249919</id><published>2011-03-02T11:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:47:34.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just too Hard Sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptUJABE-rf8/TW5-tC-ComI/AAAAAAAABLI/_VOWlU0KdY8/s1600/101_1577.JPG"&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/-ptUJABE-rf8/TW5-tC-ComI/AAAAAAAABLI/_VOWlU0KdY8/s400/101_1577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579536300714926690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, H and I hosted our supper club. Which meant that we cleaned house like FOOLS! And while we were planting dead flowers and cleaning deck furniture, this is what Buddy was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays, I wish I was Buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2743766470907249919?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2743766470907249919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2743766470907249919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2743766470907249919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2743766470907249919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-just-too-hard-sometimes.html' title='Life is just too Hard Sometimes.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptUJABE-rf8/TW5-tC-ComI/AAAAAAAABLI/_VOWlU0KdY8/s72-c/101_1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1896729238653711883</id><published>2011-02-22T11:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:19:11.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>1. This is my 200th post. YAY! for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lil Buddy and I are curled up on the couch watching Grey's......listening to the wind blow. Ah! Happy Thursday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am currently reading The Help. Great little book. Great little book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am ignoring James Spann's weather forecast and I'm buying flowers left and right. I am so ready for Spring! I had Hunter plant 3 rose bushes Sunday afternoon. Our 2.5 year old neighbor assisted with my mini shovel. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Sunday School friend of mine had a her sweet baby Mallory on Tuesday. Oh.My.Word. Presh doesn't do her justice. I don't know if I should pray that Jesus gives H and I a boy or a girl. (You know I like to be specific in my prayers. I'm a firm believer in telling Jesus exactly what you want and/or need. He will weigh out the request and deliver what he thinks is best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is it too early to lay by the pool? I don't want to pull out the bathing suits just yet....but I would like to put on a pair of shorts/sleeveless shirt and just take a nap in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunday afternoon, H FINALLY hung my hammock. In August, it will be 4 years old. 4 YEARS OLD! It was still in it's Mexican bag. I was scared to sit in it after H hung it up, thinking that it may be dry roted. However, it held me up while I took a mini siesta. Then I took note that I need a deck curtain so my neighbors don't have to watch me take Saturday/Sunday naps with my mouth possible opened while sleeping. The Ballard Designs have some REAL NICE ones.....but, I think that I'm going to check out Ross and TJ MAXX first. And you don't really care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. According to the Martha Stewart Sirius XM radio, the color for spring is Orange. Just thought you should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This morning, Lil Buddy didn't want us to go to work. He followed H to his car, then cried when I left. Broke.My.Heart. I wanted to stay home with him and play fetch...and curl up under the blanket with him. But, you know what, somebody has to bring home the bacon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I really have nothing here. I just couldn't end it on 9. Nine is just too odd of a number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1896729238653711883?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1896729238653711883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1896729238653711883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1896729238653711883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1896729238653711883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-for-thursday_22.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1279341798045302006</id><published>2011-02-21T16:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:09:42.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>1. I don't want to cook tonight. However, I will push through for the sake of my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't wash my hair this morning. I was too lazy on a chilled Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I forgot to feed Buddy before I left to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I didn't wash my hair, I thought that I would have more time this morning.....however, I slowed down...which made me speed on the way to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've had 2 snickers today. I needed the extra pep in my step, since Sonic gave me unsweet tea. I asked for sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tonight, I am catching up on some TiVo. I. Can't. Wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Saturday night, I drove my grandparents to Jr. Miss. I found The Grand Ol' Opry on my XM Radio. I am now their favorite grandchild. Well, I like to think that I have always held this capacity- but, I do believe that they will announce it to the other grandchildren now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I planted dead flowers in one of my flower pots Sunday afternoon.....I hope the soil/water brings it back to life. That's my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1279341798045302006?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1279341798045302006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1279341798045302006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1279341798045302006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1279341798045302006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6901161134216002918</id><published>2011-02-15T17:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:39:52.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>Well. It's Thursday again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a whirlwind. &lt;br /&gt;Let's recap shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we were out of town.&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Heart day, complete with dinner, chocolate covered strawberries and a tiny glass of champagne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Left over Valentine's Day cake for breakfast (because that's how the Jones' roll on Tuesday mornings) then, H met me in Hattiesburg for the Symphony and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- H left me. He's gone to Hot-Atlanta and left Oscar to be the man of the house. I was tempted to pour the left over champagne in my Cheerios for dinner. For your information, I did not. I poured it in Oscar's dog bowl. (just kidding.)I have a confession. I skipped church tonight. I really didn't want to show up to our marriage class without the other half of my marriage. I mean, what's the good of only 1 of us learning? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Day 2 of my nights to catch up on Tivo without being interrupted by a hubby who doesn't understand why I need to watch old episodes of Sex and the City and Grey's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- we are dining with our neighbors. I get to eat dinner with the most presh 2.5 year old ever. I get to hear her call me Egg....and melt my heart. I will be taking a Martha Stewart chocolate cake with shaved chocolate and a chocolate glaze on top. I will be adding strawberries and blueberries on top and serve it with a whipped cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Martha! She can make the chocolate cakes now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, she loves the eggs. One of her recipes that I was going to make calls for 9 eggs! That is a chicken's whole day wrapped up in a chocolate pound cake. That's a chicken family for crying out loud. And that's the sole reason that I didn't make that cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boycotted it for the chickens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6901161134216002918?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6901161134216002918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6901161134216002918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6901161134216002918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6901161134216002918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-for-thursday_15.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5794916100045647877</id><published>2011-02-15T13:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:57:14.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap on "Money and Love" weekend.</title><content type='html'>Because you are dying to know how our "money and love" weekend turned out, here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the way to Starkville, Oscar got a spanking because he ate his bed. His 76th bed in his 3.5 year life span. Mama was mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I snuck Oscar in our hotel room in my Coach luggage. Keeping it classy. I DARED him to eat the zipper like he ate the zipper to his pop-up play tent. He played by the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckGJTqEYqRY/TVyDXaF21jI/AAAAAAAABLA/jENdoo44JM8/s1600/oscar.jpg"&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/-ckGJTqEYqRY/TVyDXaF21jI/AAAAAAAABLA/jENdoo44JM8/s400/oscar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574474876941948466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. H and I had our taxes prepared. Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We ate at our fav places in Starkville. And loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We went to the movies because it was 5 minutes from our hotel, verses the 30 minutes we have to drive in "real life BS." Seize the moment...right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We let Oscar Mayer run free on the Drill Field. He was the big man on campus. He LOVED LOVED it! He would bark at the occasional student....and chase the occasional squirrel. If he were to die today, I think he would say his life is complete. He left Starkville happy and tired. Mission accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. For Valentine's Day, H bought me a GORGEOUS watercolor picture of the Chapel of Memories (where he proposed) and sent a dozen roses to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Heart day continued last night with dinner at Crescent City and a trip to the symphony. H was there in body- not so much in spirit. But, he still gets 23.5 points for agreeing to go. I love my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. O-man received heart shaped treats from cupid. He doesn't like them. He will chew them.....then spit them out. On the rug. Thanks for that Buddy. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5794916100045647877?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5794916100045647877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5794916100045647877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5794916100045647877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5794916100045647877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/recap-on-money-and-love-weekend.html' title='Recap on &quot;Money and Love&quot; weekend.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckGJTqEYqRY/TVyDXaF21jI/AAAAAAAABLA/jENdoo44JM8/s72-c/oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6738588155026711394</id><published>2011-02-10T14:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:33:43.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday......</title><content type='html'>Hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Meg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have hit my wall. &lt;br /&gt;I hit my wall at 5:30 this morning when my alarm went off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is starting to be a little pattern for me. &lt;br /&gt;I start each morning off a little groggy....but, after one glass of orange juice, I start singing to H and Oscar while I dry my hair. Or, I want to give H a run down of what my day is going to look like while he brushes his teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't do that. I was so sluggish. And you don't care. &lt;br /&gt;There is no point of this post. None whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm packing for "Lovers and Money" weekend in Starkville. &lt;br /&gt;(We are having our taxes prepared and celebrating Valentine's Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had originally though that O-Man would stay with my parentals and terrorize Rex, but, we have now talked ourselves into sneaking Lil' Buddy into our hotel room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such Rebels. (actually, we are Bulldogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I can just envision us letting Oscar Mayer the Wienie Dog loose on the Drill Field and watching him have a good 'ol time playing fetch. So, that means that I have to sneak him in my Coach purse and hope he doesn't shed. Or throw-up. Oh....the things you do for your kids, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all. And while you are celebrating with your lova'....just know that I'm lugging around a wienie dog who is loving life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6738588155026711394?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6738588155026711394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6738588155026711394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6738588155026711394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6738588155026711394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-for-thursday_10.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday......'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-393384844458479968</id><published>2011-02-03T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:53:33.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>Hello World. It’s cold outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My feet are freezing. You must know that I am not a sock person. However, I may have to wear my hideous winter fuzzy socks just so I can keep the circulation going.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Last night, H had a business dinner. So this means that I reverted to my “old Meg single days.” It’s amazing how quickly I can warp myself into my old routine (that’s 3.5 years old). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6:10- home from work&lt;br /&gt;    6:45-finish up bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;    7:00- eat a bowl of cereal (however, it was organic with a banana in it vs. my&lt;br /&gt;          old Golden Grams)&lt;br /&gt;    7:15- catch up on some TiVo&lt;br /&gt;    8pm- realize that I am old and tired and need to think about putting the   &lt;br /&gt;         remote down and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;    8:25- I give in to sleep. I can’t wait up for Prince Charming. He has a key.  &lt;br /&gt;          He’ll let himself in.&lt;br /&gt;    8:26- Meg-o is un-conscious. &lt;br /&gt;    10:30- Prince Charming arrives…….and wakes me up to tell me about his business  &lt;br /&gt;           dinner……and wants me to sprinkle blue cheese on our steaks the next time &lt;br /&gt;           we grill out. &lt;br /&gt;    10:31- Meg-o wants to send Prince Charming to the couch…….however, I am cold and &lt;br /&gt;           needed him as a heater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My mom called me at work today to tell me that I should think about leaving work then due to the ice and sleet. I told her that I would think about it…..then I asked her what she was doing and she told me that she was driving to Hattiesburg to have her hair highlighted (that’s a 45 minute drive on a good day). Priorities. The Walley women have priorities. Come hell, high water, sleet or snow……..by golly….we want our hair to look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. H wants to go shopping on Saturday. He suggested it. I have forgiven him for waking me up to talk about blue cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We booked our Valentine’s Day weekend. And I’m pretty pumped about it. We are going to Starkville……..to have our taxes prepared…….and try to hit up as many of our favorite restaurants as we possibly can. This is perfect for us. H gets to talk “money” with our accountant and I get to eat at least 4 times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-393384844458479968?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/393384844458479968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=393384844458479968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/393384844458479968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/393384844458479968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5154400369956766823</id><published>2011-02-02T19:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T20:15:01.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetite'</title><content type='html'>Take a look at what showed up in the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TUoMEjfOexI/AAAAAAAABK4/mmHEXwUgAq4/s1600/100_1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TUoMEjfOexI/AAAAAAAABK4/mmHEXwUgAq4/s400/100_1735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569277161582263058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha is now in BS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a food/cooking dork &amp; have wanted this book for a while now- however, I haven't bought it in fear that I REALLY wouldn't use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make room for Martha in the cookbook cabinet- I had to purge 2 books. It was cut throat with the cookbooks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my "own" recipes for 98% of our dinners......and I tend to make them over and over and over. I need a small challenge. Nothing huge....just how to roast a fabulous chicken or how to make a good seviche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Lee is going to take a back-seat in the cabinet for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made room for Martha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5154400369956766823?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5154400369956766823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5154400369956766823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5154400369956766823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5154400369956766823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/02/bon-appetite.html' title='Bon Appetite&apos;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TUoMEjfOexI/AAAAAAAABK4/mmHEXwUgAq4/s72-c/100_1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5040055184362168314</id><published>2011-01-27T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:23:36.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling up to speed tonight- so I'm going to keep it short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm watching The Office. And it is FAN-TAST-IC. It brings tears to my eyes knowing that Micheal Scott is leaving. However, on the Sirius radio this morning, they told me that Will Ferrell is going to be a guest after Micheal leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tivo is recording Grey's for me. And I'm fighting with Oscar to get under the blanket on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been buying excessive things from Ebay. My love for Ebay comes in waves. And right now, I'm a tidal wave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mom-o's Mother's Day gift came in today. I would like to think that I am that on top of things, however, Ballard Designs just caught me on a good day (when I didn't win anything on Ebay).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5040055184362168314?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5040055184362168314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5040055184362168314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5040055184362168314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5040055184362168314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-for-thursday_27.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1918946869459915000</id><published>2011-01-23T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:55:48.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Mail.</title><content type='html'>Anna-Banana sent me and Uncle H an invite to her 7th birthday. She told me that she wants a potters wheel from us. Just a potters wheel. No Barbies or Baby Dolls. Apparently 7-year olds aren't into those anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmb3GbOCI/AAAAAAAABKs/E-qWi7qYiL8/s1600/100_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576605844846626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmb3GbOCI/AAAAAAAABKs/E-qWi7qYiL8/s400/100_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are partying hard at Mom-o's house for AB's party. We are even having Sunday lunch in honor of the little munchkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I show you the Christmas gift she gave us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmbkj__jI/AAAAAAAABKk/KlrbvQ2_8jI/s1600/100_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576600868617778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmbkj__jI/AAAAAAAABKk/KlrbvQ2_8jI/s400/100_1710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmbd54gwI/AAAAAAAABKc/w5_tCAKKDQQ/s1600/100_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576599081353986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmbd54gwI/AAAAAAAABKc/w5_tCAKKDQQ/s400/100_1712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew us a pic of Oscar. Oscar thinks it's very flattering of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1918946869459915000?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1918946869459915000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1918946869459915000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1918946869459915000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1918946869459915000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-got-mail.html' title='I Got Mail.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTzmb3GbOCI/AAAAAAAABKs/E-qWi7qYiL8/s72-c/100_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8319690497895236479</id><published>2011-01-16T20:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:22:38.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3-Man Band</title><content type='html'>While vacayin' at The Grand, H and I experienced the strangest thing. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H was watching football, and I was reading a book.....and we heard BOOM, BOOM, BOOM-BOOM. H peaked his head out in the hallway. All clear. He went to the balcony. Then yelled for me to get the camera (I later asked him why he wanted me to get the camera. He said that I would probably want to blog about it. True Love. He gets me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the camera to find this outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOsJrj0YeI/AAAAAAAABKU/HceV-KGW0hk/s1600/100_1658.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOsJrj0YeI/AAAAAAAABKU/HceV-KGW0hk/s400/100_1658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562979247044452834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, at The Grand, at 4pm, they shoot a cannon. But, before they fire away, they send out the 3-man boy band to signal the firing of the cannon. H wanted to watch the cannon be fired. We were not exactly sure of the timing of the firing of the cannon. It was fired as we were walking up to it. I LEFT my skin and yelled. In front of everyone who was gathered around the cannon and 3-Man Band. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so fond of reenactments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why relive the past? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or bring up history? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just makes you want to yell and shoot a cannon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8319690497895236479?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8319690497895236479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8319690497895236479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8319690497895236479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8319690497895236479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-man-band.html' title='The 3-Man Band'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOsJrj0YeI/AAAAAAAABKU/HceV-KGW0hk/s72-c/100_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3001027575614854315</id><published>2011-01-16T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:22:28.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar's Christmas in 3 pixs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnB0OpLmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/bh3f3fDqri8/s1600/100_1629.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnB0OpLmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/bh3f3fDqri8/s400/100_1629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562973614374465122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnBnnCeyI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LlXOYPLLx8Y/s1600/100_1632.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnBnnCeyI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LlXOYPLLx8Y/s400/100_1632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562973610987125538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnBffg7cI/AAAAAAAABJs/UF_JRj9oneY/s1600/100_1633.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/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnBffg7cI/AAAAAAAABJs/UF_JRj9oneY/s400/100_1633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562973608808082882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3001027575614854315?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3001027575614854315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3001027575614854315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3001027575614854315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3001027575614854315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/oscars-christmas-in-3-pixs.html' title='Oscar&apos;s Christmas in 3 pixs.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TTOnB0OpLmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/bh3f3fDqri8/s72-c/100_1629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8521422918713392669</id><published>2011-01-13T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:50:39.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday......</title><content type='html'>1. I have peace in my heart tonight. It probably has something to do with the peace lily that showed up in my office today. My dear sweet friends that I miss deeply, Mrs. Susan and Barbs, sent me a HUGE peace lily plant. Now, you must know that back when I was a student @ MSU, I was Mrs. Susan’s student worker. And she had a peace lily in her office. And I rubbed the gloss off of its leaves. I didn’t really do it on purpose, but for more therapeutic reasons. Anyway, even in the card attached to my plant, the girls told me to rub the leaves when I get stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tomorrow night is date night for the Jones’.  Mexican in BS. We’re high rollers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are currently into smoothies right now. With flax seed. Yep! The girl who would consider Little Debbie’s a staple in the pantry now eats flax seed. And oat bran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I’m so tired that I really don’t have any thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8521422918713392669?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8521422918713392669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8521422918713392669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8521422918713392669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8521422918713392669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-for-thursday_13.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday......'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1100344922557534257</id><published>2011-01-07T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:10:51.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairhope Part 2</title><content type='html'>During our stay at the lovely Grand Hotel, H and I took a nice romantic stroll through their piers. When I say romantic, I use the word loosely....we enjoyed walking in the light rain that would cause you to wear ponchos and hurricane force winds with the temperature on the steady drop. Romantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ran across this gem and decided we want to spend our tax return on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfhs9qPCVI/AAAAAAAABJM/9ADw0ITP-0k/s1600/100_1660.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfhs9qPCVI/AAAAAAAABJM/9ADw0ITP-0k/s400/100_1660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559660427594369362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we quickly realized, this is more of our price range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirrFZjGI/AAAAAAAABJk/HZ7scICFUaM/s1600/100_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirrFZjGI/AAAAAAAABJk/HZ7scICFUaM/s400/100_1664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661504939789410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirui5w8I/AAAAAAAABJc/wn1jjOxWQZs/s1600/100_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirui5w8I/AAAAAAAABJc/wn1jjOxWQZs/s400/100_1663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661505868841922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirW7kycI/AAAAAAAABJU/DaiULWeqdB8/s1600/100_1661.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfirW7kycI/AAAAAAAABJU/DaiULWeqdB8/s400/100_1661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559661499529873858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1100344922557534257?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1100344922557534257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1100344922557534257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1100344922557534257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1100344922557534257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairhope-part-2.html' title='Fairhope Part 2'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSfhs9qPCVI/AAAAAAAABJM/9ADw0ITP-0k/s72-c/100_1660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-6056949492602024011</id><published>2011-01-06T18:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T19:24:47.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>It’s my first post of 2011. Get ready for me to bore you to tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a recap of our New Year’s trip at The Grand Hotel in Fairhope, AL (aka. Heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our room. We ordered a King size bed, however, to our surprise, we got doubles. I didn’t pitch a fit because we had a balcony with big rockers and a garden seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZm_k3ikzI/AAAAAAAABI0/ihvDBBpvULs/s1600/100_1654.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/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZm_k3ikzI/AAAAAAAABI0/ihvDBBpvULs/s400/100_1654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244032449876786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZm_VmhfXI/AAAAAAAABIs/--IaCw-3Vhk/s1600/100_1652.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZm_VmhfXI/AAAAAAAABIs/--IaCw-3Vhk/s400/100_1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244028351970674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZnAGTPEZI/AAAAAAAABJE/ssu4Svs6qeA/s1600/100_1656.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZnAGTPEZI/AAAAAAAABJE/ssu4Svs6qeA/s400/100_1656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559244041424408978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in the hotel just as they were serving High Tea. This delighted H to no end. He ate more crumpets and scones than any grown man should be allowed. And he used a slight British Accent while speaking to me during High Tea. Again, this delighted him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most pleasant time. We had a low key New Year’s Eve and LOVED it. We made some resolutions that we probably won’t keep, gave each other a toast, watched some Ryan Seacrest,  and called it a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resolutions include and are not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Maximize potential  &lt;br /&gt;2. Be content&lt;br /&gt;3. Read a book a month (don’t judge, we’re busy)&lt;br /&gt;4. Date night once a week (you know, get dressed, leave the house, get out of BS)&lt;br /&gt;5. Be slow to speak&lt;br /&gt;6. Purge&lt;br /&gt;7. Pick your battles &lt;br /&gt;8. Watch less tv&lt;br /&gt;9. H wants to work out 3 times a week. I don’t.  This isn’t a resolution of mine. &lt;br /&gt;10. Did I mention….slow to speak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told H that I’m fine with watching less tv, just as long as I can watch my shows. You can’t take away the 6 shows that I watch! I could probably read more books in a month if it wasn’t for Grey’s. And Desperate Housewives. Etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Oscar Man has a little resolution of his own. He needs to lose weight. He now weighs 11 pounds. Our new vet said that his target weight is 8 pounds. So, this simply means that O-Man isn’t allowed to visit either set of his grandparents for 1 month. Easy fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nearing time for Grey’s. And it’s a new one. So….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year’s to All and to All a Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-6056949492602024011?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/6056949492602024011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=6056949492602024011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6056949492602024011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/6056949492602024011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TSZm_k3ikzI/AAAAAAAABI0/ihvDBBpvULs/s72-c/100_1654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8713602855250026615</id><published>2010-12-30T09:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:44:09.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Thought for Thursday of 2010</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that 2010 is over? It has literally flown by. And I am glad. In case you are new to my blog, here is a small recap of what has happened in our life this past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This time last year, H was interviewing with his current company. I was a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;2. I started grad school. And my head started hurting. &lt;br /&gt;3. H bought me a pot-belly pool. &lt;br /&gt;4. We traveled to the Bahamas for our 3rd honeymoon. &lt;br /&gt;5. When we came back from our little vacay, we moved for the 2nd time this year. Lovely. I had to throw away my pool. This is our 4th home in 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;6. MSU dominated in football. Which made the trips to Starkville so much easier. &lt;br /&gt;7. I received a job offer to start my career again. Forever grateful doesn’t even describe. &lt;br /&gt;8. H bought me a car for Christmas. And he likes to mention that every chance he can. He says things like, “I don’t think I’m going to fold the clothes you asked me to b/c I bought you a car.” &lt;br /&gt;9. We attended 3 Christmas’ with our families and had a rockin’ time at each. &lt;br /&gt;10. Would you believe me if I told you that H has already completed our budget for 2011. He did the ENTIRE year! He should have been an accountant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I would love to write you a great meaningful blog post about all of the resolutions that I want to accomplish in 2011, but I’m in the middle of packing. I am throwing some clothes in a bag for mine and H’s last “get-a-way” for 2010. In the morning we are headed to the lovely Grand Hotel in Fairhope, AL. We have ZERO plans for our little trip. Just relaxing and room-service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is going to bring some really exciting times for us! I’m ready to get it going and make so many wonderful memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS to 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8713602855250026615?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8713602855250026615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8713602855250026615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8713602855250026615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8713602855250026615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-thought-for-thursday-of-2010.html' title='Last Thought for Thursday of 2010'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1264086789565977225</id><published>2010-12-22T16:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:29:22.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday...</title><content type='html'>I got a car for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!! I’m just as shocked as you are. It was an easy sell to H. Plus until the car was purchased, I had 1 more gift for him than he did for me. He is all about a competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H bought the car for me to drive to my new job. Where I use my degree. Which makes my dad happy. And I get a paycheck which makes H happy. All is well in the world. This has been in the works for a few months. LOONNNGG TIME coming! Well, now you know that I can keep a secret. I will be working for USM (which spells MSU backwards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing this car was pretty easy. We all know that H is a numbers guy……and he doesn’t make emotional buys. I on the other hand…..well, I even eat emotionally. I’ll make muffins just for me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 2nd car that H has bought for me at Christmas. I’m catching on to his little trend. He would rather buy a large purchase than go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the mall……GOOD GOSH!! I went shopping with mother on Monday and left the mall wanting to pop a Valium. Shopping the week of Christmas makes me nervous…..and antsy…..and want to be fast paced. Again….back to the Valium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you want to know what my car looks like………well, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TRKAHynvvWI/AAAAAAAABIg/8bq9yLTch4k/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TRKAHynvvWI/AAAAAAAABIg/8bq9yLTch4k/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553642161837161826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is a chameleon. It is both silver and gold. And I love it. It drives a little bit different than the 9 year old car that I was sporting. Just a slight difference. In the Chameleon…..I have Sirus radio. My Oh My. How have I lived without it?? Since subscribing to Sirus, here is what I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. According to Martha Stewart, the new color for 2011 is Honeysuckle. &lt;br /&gt;2. Fox News will broadcast Congress, live nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;3. There is a channel dedicated solely to Spa music. If you see me asleep &lt;br /&gt;in my car in the parking lot of the mall…….well, just leave me alone. I am &lt;br /&gt;probably just calming myself down with some spa music after doing some &lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas, it just doesn’t seem real this year. It may have something to do with the air conditioner being on and the fact that I’m wearing short sleeves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready. Set. Go!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the festivities begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1264086789565977225?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1264086789565977225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1264086789565977225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1264086789565977225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1264086789565977225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-for-thursday_22.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday...'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TRKAHynvvWI/AAAAAAAABIg/8bq9yLTch4k/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8076700830206147514</id><published>2010-12-15T20:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:02:12.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from The Jones'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TQmAnwfN52I/AAAAAAAABII/6dWoJiPyU3w/s1600/100_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TQmAnwfN52I/AAAAAAAABII/6dWoJiPyU3w/s400/100_1616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109436229936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TQmBD468ipI/AAAAAAAABIY/Ceomw7m_MrI/s1600/100_1617.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/_PODGvITxNOI/TQmBD468ipI/AAAAAAAABIY/Ceomw7m_MrI/s400/100_1617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551109919530060434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8076700830206147514?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8076700830206147514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8076700830206147514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8076700830206147514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8076700830206147514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-from-jones.html' title='Merry Christmas from The Jones&apos;'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TQmAnwfN52I/AAAAAAAABII/6dWoJiPyU3w/s72-c/100_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-430812449040531317</id><published>2010-12-04T17:45:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:20:12.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every year I look forward to decorating our Christmas Tree. I always decorate a very formal maroon/gold tree. I put 1 million ornaments on it and a large special made gold bow the size of Texas. Well, this Christmas is different. We have ZERO room for my big bow. Or tree for that matter. Not to mention, it really doesn't fit our current home (which mind you, reminds me of a sweet little cabin in TN). Due to the fact my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; has spilled over into Christmas decorating, I have always put up an additional tree that showcases our "story telling" ornaments. You know what I'm talking about.......these are the ornaments that you pick up when you go on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt;......or the sweet ornaments people buy you that are so special......and our Hallmark ornaments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year....we only have our "story telling" tree. Nothing formal. All whimsical. All fun. Lots of bright colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a peek:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's our ornament from the Bahamas. I thought about drinking a Bahama Mama in honor of the decorating the tree, but decided probably not a smart move. I would have drank hot coco, but it was 80 degrees and our air conditioner was on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVop1Gu5I/AAAAAAAABHw/tKkdOfXa-Tg/s1600/100_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546980785460263826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVop1Gu5I/AAAAAAAABHw/tKkdOfXa-Tg/s400/100_1612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of H's Hallmark ornaments. It's a reindeer made out of tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVocGb5II/AAAAAAAABHo/gpF-QVUaWEs/s1600/100_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546980781774857346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVocGb5II/AAAAAAAABHo/gpF-QVUaWEs/s400/100_1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is from New Orleans. It took 1 hour for me to pick out this ornament. H was getting ill and pretty much MADE me buy this one because I couldn't make up my mind. (We bought it in a Christmas store. A store with 358,932 ornaments. Or at least it seemed that way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVn6wjgtI/AAAAAAAABHg/-BNxHPobNH8/s1600/100_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546980772824711890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVn6wjgtI/AAAAAAAABHg/-BNxHPobNH8/s400/100_1610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;!! The memories of this ornament! Aunt Fran gave this to us our very first Christmas together! H and I had just gotten engaged! LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVlw3lFI/AAAAAAAABHY/y97iyPZ044c/s1600/100_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546979358439609426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVlw3lFI/AAAAAAAABHY/y97iyPZ044c/s400/100_1609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I invited myself on a business trip with H 2 summers ago to Kentucky. Anyway.....we took some detours coming home and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;visited&lt;/span&gt; Rock City. It's a neat place to go......but you only need to go once. :) All rocks look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVf86hsI/AAAAAAAABHQ/u6NkhsiFEt8/s1600/100_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546979356879521474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVf86hsI/AAAAAAAABHQ/u6NkhsiFEt8/s400/100_1608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; H received his 1st grill 3 years ago. And this was the ornament I bought to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commemorate&lt;/span&gt; the event. The event of him paying a Lowe's employee who was leaving work to deliver the grill for $10! Granted, we lived .45 miles from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; and the employee was going home that same direction. Everyone wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVPG3hEI/AAAAAAAABHI/UZGc1R00Bdg/s1600/100_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546979352357864514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrUVPG3hEI/AAAAAAAABHI/UZGc1R00Bdg/s400/100_1607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; H's gym bag. He loves to work out. I don't. To be honest, I don't even like to sweat. The 1st year of our marriage, H worked out ALL THE TIME!! And all the time begged me to go with him. I'm sad to report, that's just not my Love Language (thanks for that out Gary Chapman!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTeF9W1VI/AAAAAAAABHA/wBqNZBab2NM/s1600/100_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546978405009249618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTeF9W1VI/AAAAAAAABHA/wBqNZBab2NM/s400/100_1606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE coffee!!! LOVE IT! Dad would put "girl coffee" in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup on Saturday mornings when I would watch cartoons in bed! Think I was loved???? Anyway, my world changed when International Coffee came out with their speciality creamers. They are a staple in our home. We buy 2 at a time. H bought this for me when he realized that my love for coffee was growing when I bought a french press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTc-VbAKI/AAAAAAAABG4/G2-FPqXiCyE/s1600/100_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546978385782833314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTc-VbAKI/AAAAAAAABG4/G2-FPqXiCyE/s400/100_1605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah! My oven mitt! H certainly lucked up by marrying a gal that LOVES to cook and loves to eat. When we were first married, H would take leftovers to work. He says that he was the envy at the lunch table......and a lot of the guys said that I would stop cooking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every night&lt;/span&gt;. They said that in year 2 of our marriage, it would change to frozen pizza. He told me that he laughed at them and said they must not really know me.......H told the guys that I love to eat just as much as I love to cook. And not to come between me and gravy....and a piece of bread to soak in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTcqGmo5I/AAAAAAAABGw/8Cg_8WvM8IE/s1600/100_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546978380351972242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrTcqGmo5I/AAAAAAAABGw/8Cg_8WvM8IE/s400/100_1604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to save my big Texas bow for another house during another year.....so I made this instead. And made one in the top of Mom-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVpD9HlgI/AAAAAAAABIA/4Q7FqqT8hiI/s1600/100_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546980792473196034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVpD9HlgI/AAAAAAAABIA/4Q7FqqT8hiI/s400/100_1614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas to All......and to all a good night!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-430812449040531317?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/430812449040531317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=430812449040531317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/430812449040531317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/430812449040531317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TPrVop1Gu5I/AAAAAAAABHw/tKkdOfXa-Tg/s72-c/100_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5373162100929217555</id><published>2010-12-02T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:53:27.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>1. I am so glad that today is Thursday. You. Don’t. Even. Know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight we had my sweet Mom-O’s 80th Birthday Surprise Party. It was delightful. I’m so lucky to have such a spunky grandmother. As part of her present from me and H, I offered to help her decorate for Christmas. She cashed in that coupon today. Would you believe me when I tell you that I hung an angel with fishing line and helped Pop re-hang curtains with Gorilla Glue? That is what happens when your dad is an engineer and then you marry one. You tend to become creative/lazy in accomplishing projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have I mentioned the insane amount of Christmas parties H and I will be attending this month?? Good gosh….I’m going to be baking everyday to take cookies to all of these parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I mailed my Christmas cards yesterday. December 1st. They have been ready since the week of Thanksgiving. And I bought them last year. I really need to get a handle on this OCD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Speaking of my little battle with OCD, H made a deal with me over the Christmas tree. The deal was that he would physically put it up only if I wouldn’t make him hang ornaments. Done. And he put the tree up a few days before Thanksgiving…….which made me decorate it before Thanksgiving. I took pics……will post later. It’s Grey’s night. I have priorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How about the Bulldogs?!? How about them. We are PUMPED about the Bulldogs possibly going to Atlanta for New Years. Also, the Golden Egg stays in Starkville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5373162100929217555?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5373162100929217555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5373162100929217555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5373162100929217555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5373162100929217555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2269715967792110094</id><published>2010-11-17T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:58:48.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse in the House</title><content type='html'>We have had a mouse in our house since Sunday morning. I woke up early to make a casserole to take to Church and I thought that I saw something flash to the left of me. I dismissed it due to the fact that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was still upset that the Bulldogs lost. I thought for a brief moment that we could pull it out. &lt;br /&gt;2. I had ZERO caffeine in my body. Anything can happen when I’m not properly fueled.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw the flash again. By this point, H and Oscar had awakened from the dead and decided to join me in the kitchen. Then…..I screamed…..and jumped on the couch……then lil’ buddy joined me. Oscar thought it was a game. He didn’t bark or try to chase the little mouse. Comforting. Such a great furious little dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, we launched Operation Kill A Mouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many sticky traps around the house, there has been talk of buying Oscar some shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday night, H decides we need to name the nimbus that is controlling our life. So, we go through a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mighty Mouse&lt;br /&gt;2. Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3. Cam Newton&lt;br /&gt;4. D. Conn&lt;br /&gt;5. Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H wasn’t please with any of our names. I really didn’t care. I wanted him DEAD!! I have felt nasty since Sunday. So we launched an overhaul. I came home last night to find this written on our menu’ board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TOPs-HFDXDI/AAAAAAAABGo/gr2CG5j07pQ/s1600/100_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TOPs-HFDXDI/AAAAAAAABGo/gr2CG5j07pQ/s400/100_1602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540532518392126514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boris. H named his Boris. He said the name Boris sounds sneaky and sly. Boris. &lt;br /&gt;I’m happy to report that the $974.29 spent on sticky pads didn’t go to waste. Due to strategic placement, Boris didn’t even make it in the house last night!  SUCKA!!! THIS IS MY HOUSE. (well, actually, it’s not, but I LIVE HERE!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2269715967792110094?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2269715967792110094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2269715967792110094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2269715967792110094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2269715967792110094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/11/mouse-in-house.html' title='Mouse in the House'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TOPs-HFDXDI/AAAAAAAABGo/gr2CG5j07pQ/s72-c/100_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2087437600144238958</id><published>2010-11-11T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:56:53.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>Well hello. We meet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Our little life is possibly slowing down. Amen.  It seems like we have been on the train that Denzel Washington’s new movie is about. That’s been our life. However, we are sslllooowwwiingg down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• This past weekend we traveled to B-ham to hang out with H’s fam. While H and his parentals watched Bama, I emptied the college savings of our first born. However, I am 90% finished with Christmas!! THANK YOU L-A-R-D! As you know, it’s my goal to be finished by Thanksgiving (Like I did last year). But, the only problem now is…..I’m out of Christmas money. Didn’t see that one coming . This year, our Christmas list has been cut throat. I’ve already scratched 2 people off. It stinks…..but, we tend to overdue/buy. Next year, it’s going to be even tougher. It’s my fault because I’m weird. I like to buy gifts in multiples of 3. So, take our LONG Christmas list and multiply it by 3. Again, our first child better be a genius! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Last night I informed H that I want to put up our Christmas tree on Black Friday. He informed me that he wants to buy a tv that day and that a Christmas tree isn’t in the plan for him. Ummm…..buddy.  I spent ALL of our allocated Christmas money. Which means there’s no tv money. Also, I didn’t even want to put up a Christmas tree this year. But, H pretty much said that I wouldn’t get any Christmas gifts unless I put up a tree.  That last sentence makes it sound like H is a slave driver. That’s not true. I generally am. Our Christmas decorating usually goes something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the tree together and string the lights. Later that night, I make hot coco, put on some Christmas music and we decorate the tree together. Per my specifications. And H’s eyes bleed. Joyous times had by all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I really don’t know where this post is going. I am rambling because I woke up at 6:30am and stared at the ceiling until 7am. The night before, I woke up at 2:30am just to eat a piece of watermelon. On the couch. In the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Last night we watch 2 solid hours of Law and Order. Ice-T totally rocks his detective role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Currently, H and I are debating if we are going to the MSU/Bama game. Normally, this would be a no brainer, but H is scheduled to play in a golf tourney on Saturday. This tourney required a few new clubs, golf bag and covers for clubs. Money wasted invested. Plus, this is an opportunity to just stay at home and sit. We are ALWAYS on the go and I jump at any opportunity to stay in pjs all day and watch tv. However, it’s the Dawgs vs. the Tide. It’s a tossup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2087437600144238958?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2087437600144238958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2087437600144238958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2087437600144238958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2087437600144238958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/11/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7520288184728525744</id><published>2010-11-03T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:18:25.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BuRfDaY Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNGYiP0l-jI/AAAAAAAABGg/x8aWltWa3Q4/s1600/100_1600.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/_PODGvITxNOI/TNGYiP0l-jI/AAAAAAAABGg/x8aWltWa3Q4/s400/100_1600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535373131145148978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7520288184728525744?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7520288184728525744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7520288184728525744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7520288184728525744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7520288184728525744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-burfday-little-brother.html' title='Happy BuRfDaY Little Brother'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNGYiP0l-jI/AAAAAAAABGg/x8aWltWa3Q4/s72-c/100_1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-5344991399162164178</id><published>2010-11-02T19:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:29:16.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend  Review. In Pics.</title><content type='html'>We traveled to Starkville this weekend and watched the Bulldogs BARELY win. But hey...we'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Dear Ole' State!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3WEpLkyI/AAAAAAAABGY/CF6rX1hV1HU/s1600/100_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535125531869811490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3WEpLkyI/AAAAAAAABGY/CF6rX1hV1HU/s400/100_1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE 54,310 screaming MSU fans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3Vn-slTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/JYZwsuL2QkM/s1600/100_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535125524175426866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3Vn-slTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/JYZwsuL2QkM/s400/100_1589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3VWrNNlI/AAAAAAAABGI/IHhLnSUtfDU/s1600/100_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2eNPmFmI/AAAAAAAABGA/BcuoIisy114/s1600/100_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535124572105741922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2eNPmFmI/AAAAAAAABGA/BcuoIisy114/s400/100_1585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2d3B_gjI/AAAAAAAABF4/ElFpQm5PAoE/s1600/100_1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535124566143107634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2d3B_gjI/AAAAAAAABF4/ElFpQm5PAoE/s400/100_1583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw some friends....caught up on life and solved the worlds problems. Over chicken tenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2drkjH3I/AAAAAAAABFw/T3M9-5P0SSc/s1600/100_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535124563066822514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC2drkjH3I/AAAAAAAABFw/T3M9-5P0SSc/s400/100_1582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saw the Bulldogs get some penalties for face masks......and heard helmets smash together. Ahh...the sound of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1tIYaf7I/AAAAAAAABFo/f7Ll8NVr9U0/s1600/100_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123728986963890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1tIYaf7I/AAAAAAAABFo/f7Ll8NVr9U0/s400/100_1580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; We rang these (when we were told to). At times, we rested the bell. At other times, we just yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1s5x6-vI/AAAAAAAABFg/6PlphVb2-no/s1600/100_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123725067418354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1s5x6-vI/AAAAAAAABFg/6PlphVb2-no/s400/100_1579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we ate some of these. Notice the #21. Yep! My beloved bulldogs are ranked #21. And all is well in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1suJd18I/AAAAAAAABFY/DKXwoW0QL4U/s1600/100_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535123721944946626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC1suJd18I/AAAAAAAABFY/DKXwoW0QL4U/s400/100_1578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-5344991399162164178?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/5344991399162164178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=5344991399162164178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5344991399162164178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/5344991399162164178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/11/weekend-review-in-pics.html' title='Weekend  Review. In Pics.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TNC3WEpLkyI/AAAAAAAABGY/CF6rX1hV1HU/s72-c/100_1596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3703357377936481379</id><published>2010-10-28T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:55:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>1. Well Hello. I am STELLAR today. Partly due to dinner..... (I made beer bread and ale braised sausage with bell peppers and onions and served it over smashed potatoes. I’m going to go out on a limb and say all of that beer gave me my headache last night.)....and Modern Family last night. My favorite quote from last night’s show “Yesterday’s lazy helps today’s crazy.” How true is that!! I have pulled the same stunt Cam did on the show last night. Except I wasn’t in a Superman outfit. I just needed to change from a skirt to pants and looked in the rearview mirror (saw my dry cleaning) and sang up a Hallelujah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brother is in Brazil. And I miss him. I cried the night before he left. Only due to him making me laugh until I was doubled over. He makes me laugh like none-other. It doesn’t matter what we talk about, he can dial it in. Anyway, brother has made fun of me for 3 years for doing Dave Ramsey. Before we went to Atlanta over the summer, he called to make sure I didn't forget my “Hot-Lanta envelope.” When we actually paid for meals, etc. out of our envelope he died laughing. Anyway, Brother was looking for some reading material in the Houston airport for his 12 hour flight (yes- I would DIE if I had to ride for 12 hours. On a plane. Good Gosh!) and this is the pic that he send me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeHJTfZLRnU/TMl_KMUg7aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqqKu4GMI8E/s1600/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeHJTfZLRnU/TMl_KMUg7aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqqKu4GMI8E/s400/dave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533093430284053922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called him. He said “what the heck. It’s time I live like no one else.” Umm, brother, you have been. However, you have been doing the opposite of what Dave says. You have it backwards. He texted me yesterday and said he is taking his money by the horns. I’m proud, but I told him to do it after he buys my Christmas gifts. I mean, why change now?? Don’t rush into anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s up with the weather?? Cold in the morning but 93’ in the afternoon?? Let’s come to a happy median. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about the Bulldogs!! We are traveling to Starkville to see them play this weekend! WHOO HOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3703357377936481379?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3703357377936481379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3703357377936481379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3703357377936481379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3703357377936481379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-thursday_28.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LeHJTfZLRnU/TMl_KMUg7aI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VqqKu4GMI8E/s72-c/dave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1985575271717758019</id><published>2010-10-22T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T09:57:25.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's 55th Annual Birthday Celebration.</title><content type='html'>So, Dad's a year older. And due to that......we threw him a little party. A few weeks ago in the process of moving, I asked Dad what he wanted for this birthday. He said that he wanted a party on our deck. And a deer camera. Done and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw a little party for dad. On the deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdzMd7ZOI/AAAAAAAABFQ/4ipSXrwHmgc/s1600/101_1556.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdzMd7ZOI/AAAAAAAABFQ/4ipSXrwHmgc/s400/101_1556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530875320233321698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdyyc7_FI/AAAAAAAABFI/4_x-yVwAzMQ/s1600/101_1562.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdyyc7_FI/AAAAAAAABFI/4_x-yVwAzMQ/s400/101_1562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530875313249844306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdytg4MDI/AAAAAAAABFA/9l_Xg0evNRA/s1600/101_1563.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdytg4MDI/AAAAAAAABFA/9l_Xg0evNRA/s400/101_1563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530875311924195378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also threw Brother's name on the cake too. His birthday is election day....and he is leaving for Brazil sometime this weekend. So, we celebrated him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we celebrated the fact the CK, his FAB girlfriend, actually made it to SH and BS. Bless her little heart. Oh, bless it. She was to meet brother at mom and dad's then ride with brother to BS. The closer she got to SH, the worse her cellphone went out. Brother couldn't call and she had no clue where she was! Here's the part that makes you feel good about living in a S-M-A-L-L town: she stopped at a local gas station and asked if she was close to SH. Our friend who was working that day said "honey, your there.....who are you looking for?" CK replied....and our dear friend gave CK directions to mom and dad's front door. It sounds like the typical first five minutes of a Lifetime movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time was had by all. Dad received his deer camera. And we laughed until we cried on the deck. And it all started with H asking Mom-o if she believed if the Brett Favre scandal was real. It went down hill from there....and fast. But, it was funny!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Bulldogs won. And the Black Bears lost. Happy Birthday Dad! You old man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1985575271717758019?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1985575271717758019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1985575271717758019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1985575271717758019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1985575271717758019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/dads-55th-annual-birthday-celebration.html' title='Dad&apos;s 55th Annual Birthday Celebration.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMGdzMd7ZOI/AAAAAAAABFQ/4ipSXrwHmgc/s72-c/101_1556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1704066337769086778</id><published>2010-10-21T09:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:13:03.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>1. We are finished moving. Can I get an AMEN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dad’s birthday was a total success. More to come on that one. However, I am still in shock due to the fact that dad knows who “The Situation” is. I mean……WHAT THE!!! Dad. My dad. The dad who watches Fox News in all of its variations. The man who will try and hide the remote from me at his house if I want to watch reality tv. That man knows about “The Situation.” Heck..I couldn’t even pick out that guy in a crowd if Oscar’s little life depended on it. For the record, I do not watch Jersey Shore. The way this all started was due Mom and Aunt T…….who were yapping it up in the kitchen doing dishes. Well, they started sounding like a couple of “Jersey women” because Aunt T pronounced “for” a little too Northern to us. So, we lit into her. And dad brought up “The Situation” which totally took the spotlight off of Aunt T. If Dad starts recording Jersey Shore on Elvis…….them mom will have a real situation on her hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I ordered new deck furniture 3 weeks ago from the Wal-Marts. If you are friends with me, you know how much I LOATHE the Wal-Marts. However, they did have the furniture that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVf72EglI/AAAAAAAABE4/3Pnu-dHonns/s1600/101_1575.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVf72EglI/AAAAAAAABE4/3Pnu-dHonns/s400/101_1575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530514349539754578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVfsHkm3I/AAAAAAAABEw/Q6XmNP3zzeY/s1600/101_1574.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/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVfsHkm3I/AAAAAAAABEw/Q6XmNP3zzeY/s400/101_1574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530514345318194034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVfDHODHI/AAAAAAAABEo/m9sUwTUq8b0/s1600/101_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVfDHODHI/AAAAAAAABEo/m9sUwTUq8b0/s400/101_1573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530514334310861938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it purdy! So now, our deck it pretty much HeAvEn on earth and I never want to leave. Anyway, Wal-Marts………well, I ordered the furniture IN PLENTY OF TIME to be here for dad’s shin-dig. DO YOU KNOW WHEN IT ARRIVED??? That would be the day after. I had to BORROW furniture for the party! A big thanks go out to Wal-Marts again! But, I love it and that out weights the fact I didn’t have enough seating. It took 3 men to load it…….and drum roll please…..I unloaded it all by my lonesome. H was at work, and by golly, it was DETERMINED to have it set up when he came home. So, to aid in my determination, I even asked our neighbors to come over for dessert and sit on the new furniture (at this point, I had not even opened the box).  I needed a little push to get going. Also, while I’m patting myself on the back, I also hung curtains by myself. H was at work. And I was DETERMINED…again. I sent him a pic of them hanging up with my phone. The boy wasn’t all that impressed I don’t think………..he replied back with “how did you measure??” And I was delighted to no end when I replied back with “my thermometer.” Listen. Don’t make fun of me. Dad is an engineer, and I married one. At times, I think like one (one that is lazy). The tape measure was on the deck, and I didn’t want to leave the bedroom, so I grabbed the 1st thing that was close to the size I thought I needed. And it worked. The end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How about them DAWGS!!! I’m so proud to be a Bulldog! #24. Gee Golly…..it’s been a while. Bowling anyone?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is my 175th bloggy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1704066337769086778?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1704066337769086778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1704066337769086778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1704066337769086778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1704066337769086778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-thursday_21.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TMBVf72EglI/AAAAAAAABE4/3Pnu-dHonns/s72-c/101_1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7903481468270072519</id><published>2010-10-18T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:38:39.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Room with a View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TL0EbikselI/AAAAAAAABEg/l6L6wlwczGQ/s1600/101_1566.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TL0EbikselI/AAAAAAAABEg/l6L6wlwczGQ/s400/101_1566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529580788664531538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from our new back deck.&lt;br /&gt; Have I mentioned I like the new house??&lt;br /&gt; The view is totally worth the MAJOR inconvenience moving was/still is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7903481468270072519?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7903481468270072519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7903481468270072519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7903481468270072519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7903481468270072519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/room-with-view.html' title='Room with a View'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TL0EbikselI/AAAAAAAABEg/l6L6wlwczGQ/s72-c/101_1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-9185359149468958139</id><published>2010-10-18T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:36:06.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's the Word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-8JS_TI/AAAAAAAABEY/ERybNzsLX4M/s1600/101_1561.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-8JS_TI/AAAAAAAABEY/ERybNzsLX4M/s400/101_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529379086684847410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-YUOvBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TC1BaEnGVV8/s1600/101_1560.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-YUOvBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/TC1BaEnGVV8/s400/101_1560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529379077067029522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-KhC_pI/AAAAAAAABEI/DaSRQtFEGng/s1600/101_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-KhC_pI/AAAAAAAABEI/DaSRQtFEGng/s400/101_1559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529379073362689682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-9185359149468958139?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/9185359149468958139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=9185359149468958139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/9185359149468958139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/9185359149468958139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/mums-word.html' title='Mum&apos;s the Word!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TLxM-8JS_TI/AAAAAAAABEY/ERybNzsLX4M/s72-c/101_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1873390076112387667</id><published>2010-10-17T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:01:45.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Alone..</title><content type='html'>No guilt in life, no fear in death,&lt;br /&gt;This is the power of Christ in me;&lt;br /&gt;From life's first cry to final breath.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus commands my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;No power of hell, no scheme of man,&lt;br /&gt;Can ever pluck me from His hand;&lt;br /&gt;Till He returns or calls me home, &lt;br /&gt;Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1873390076112387667?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1873390076112387667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1873390076112387667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1873390076112387667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1873390076112387667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-christ-alone.html' title='In Christ Alone..'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-8618645834872791283</id><published>2010-10-13T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:41:16.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today is Thursday. You should know by now what happens on Thursday. Grey’s Anatomy. However, as previously blogged about, Grey’s is letting me down this season. Last week pretty much turned me off.  I mean, I’m no Dr. but, how realistic is it that a man’s body is completely covered in warts?? I mean seriously. So, I am venturing out for some new tv material. So far, Modern Family has pretty much OWNED ME!! H and I have watched this show from Season 1, and don’t miss an episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- it’s sad for me to even type this, but I watched Sister Wives. PEOPLE!!! That show is 3 times being strange! It is a TRAIN WRECK that you can’t take your eyes off of. In a 1 sentence summary: Reality tv of a polygamist family in Utah (like that could really be any other place), and the hubby is about to marry his 4th wife.  Ok. Ummm….1st of all, let’s all say it together. WEIRD!!! Why would someone purposefully allow their hubby to be with another woman. And another. And another.  WHY!! H said that it is hard enough supporting my online shopping habits and that if he took on another wife he would need a 2nd job. I quickly told him to just concentrate on his 1st (wife and job).  I’m just not up for competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m mixing it up this week. No bullet points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you lately that we are still moving!! We have 1 more load of STUFF to get from the garage of the old house. Stuff like Christmas deco and the bike that I can’t seem to motivate myself to ride. Anyway, while at the old house today, I noticed someone stole our garbage can. You know, the one you put by the road. They dumped our garbage out and took our bin! Seriously!! I’m wondering if it’s the same up-standing citizens who stole the broken vacuum cleaner that was BEYOND repair ANNNDD the umbrella that goes with my patio table??? Well, I hope the umbrella pinches their fingers like it did mine and I hope the vacuum shocks them when they plug it in. I’m generally not this mean (all the time)…….but, now I have to call the city and explain to them I am too cheap (let’s be real…..and lazy) to go buy another garbage can just so they will pick up my garbage and hope that someone doesn’t steal that one too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we are throwing a little shin-dig at the new house. We will be celebrating the birth of my Dad. In true Walley fashion. Pictures will follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-8618645834872791283?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/8618645834872791283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=8618645834872791283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8618645834872791283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/8618645834872791283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-thursday_13.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7675484444600004621</id><published>2010-10-08T07:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:37:59.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Ummm...Ladies (and Dad).....is it just me or is Grey's going downhill fast???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good gosh! I need to find a new show. However, speaking of Thursday night television, The Office was tv GOLD! Sweeny Todd! Are you kidding me! I was crying. CRYING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7675484444600004621?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7675484444600004621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7675484444600004621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7675484444600004621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7675484444600004621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3606142888242569048</id><published>2010-10-07T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:07:59.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>1. Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight is Grey's. And, that my friends, is the only thing keeping me from crawling under my kitchen table and screaming. Did I mention we are STILL moving?? Yeah, we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My sweet 2 year old neighbor calls me "Egg." She totally dropped the M. And I think it's just darling. If you think that's funny, you should hear her try to say Oscar. It's something along the lines of Oshccarr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We gave my parents Elvis, our TiVo (we have a DVR with our Dish).....and on Saturday, I have to reset Elvis to their tv viewing interests. I need to un-record Sex and The City, and have it record Fox News. Un-record The Office, and record The Weather Channel for mom. It's a strange relationship she has with The Weather Channel. Mom and Dad live in SH, which consequently The Weather Channel doesn't report on. Heck! They don't even report on MS!! But, she likes it. And I will record it for her. Dad likes the occasional 3-Stooges, and Mom likes a good Lifetime movie. Oh Elvis, how you have served me well my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did I mention my washer and dryer are sitting on my carport right now? Yep! We're redneck. I've embraced it. It's a long story that you are not interested in, but, never the less, they are there. Don't even think about stealing them. Oscar will eat you alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. H and I are thrilled about our FREE climate controlled storage unit we are storing half of our belongings in (we downsized when we moved). We have taken up any and all extra room that mom/dad had at their house. We will be making our 3rd and final trip to their house on Saturday to finish off one of their attics. Mom's only stipulation when building her dream home was......a heated/cooled/carpeted attic. Well, H and I have completely filled it up now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Coming home from Mom/Dad's on Sunday, H and I went through a road block. We were in the process of getting a ticket for having an expired inspection ticket. H was FUMING!! Well, in the process, H is telling the officer that we had been visiting my parents. The officer asked who they were. H replied. Then the officer said, is G your grandfather (looking at me). H's face slowly came back to life. I said, "yep, he's my grandfather. Love him to death. He is letting us store "stuff" at his house too!" The officer said, "well, since he's your grandfather, I can't give you a ticket, just get an inspection sticker this week." YOU BETCHA BUDDY!!!! I'm happy to report that I did. I kept my word. Well, H and I get back in the car. H is laughing, he is now a happy man. He looks over to me and says..."we need to do something special for Pop. Why don't we buy him some peanut brittle." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is a legitimate gift for Pop. He loves peanut brittle. He even makes his own sometimes. He likes to eat it while watching Pawn Stars or The Grand Ole Opry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately called Pop and told him the story. He was tickled beyond words!!! Made his day!! However, he made ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3606142888242569048?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3606142888242569048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3606142888242569048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3606142888242569048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3606142888242569048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-2764143727645235124</id><published>2010-10-05T21:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:27:11.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day.</title><content type='html'>It has taken 30 minutes to type this sentence. I am being distracted by the Duggars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to share with you our Labor Day festivities since, well Labor Day. Don't judge. I've been busy. Moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So- here is how the Walley's Labored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl1EhiYII/AAAAAAAABDo/6TdrzqmoZWc/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl1EhiYII/AAAAAAAABDo/6TdrzqmoZWc/s400/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762067810279554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some home-made BBQ Sauce for the grilled fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl0ixt0EI/AAAAAAAABDg/w30zzcu2Ueg/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl0ixt0EI/AAAAAAAABDg/w30zzcu2Ueg/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762058751332418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hushpuppies fried to a golden crisp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl0V5c2mI/AAAAAAAABDY/31xVyw3TYVs/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl0V5c2mI/AAAAAAAABDY/31xVyw3TYVs/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524762055294114402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Some fish, fresh from the Gulf with oil washed off.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvprYSWnpI/AAAAAAAABD4/IfheBnB9E9I/s1600/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvprYSWnpI/AAAAAAAABD4/IfheBnB9E9I/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524766299363122834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvpqgPpHeI/AAAAAAAABDw/ALj-FRc0CmA/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvpqgPpHeI/AAAAAAAABDw/ALj-FRc0CmA/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524766284319366626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Zero calorie french fries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvrVse8CmI/AAAAAAAABEA/8k3-xju2QwQ/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvrVse8CmI/AAAAAAAABEA/8k3-xju2QwQ/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524768125850749538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;And here is the little Guppy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 356 more pics that I would like to share- but frankly, I am tired. I think I over did it today watching Martha Stewart on Oprah. Can't wait to share my thoughts on Thursday. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-2764143727645235124?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/2764143727645235124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=2764143727645235124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2764143727645235124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/2764143727645235124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/10/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day.'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TKvl1EhiYII/AAAAAAAABDo/6TdrzqmoZWc/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7937657927699619286</id><published>2010-09-24T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:12:37.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday.....</title><content type='html'>Although it's midnight, here are my oh-so-scattered thougths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• This has been the week from, well, you know. We are in the l-o-n-g process of moving. And meanwhile, we go to work everyday. And yet we think it’s a good idea to move in the afternoon/night. I have prayed all week that the moving fairies that moved us to BS would come back and do their magic here. Remember those ladies. Those darling ladies who packed up our entire house while Oscar and I napped and H cut the grass. Yeah……they didn’t show up. But, do you know who did?? That would be good ol’ dad and mom.  I have the most self-less parents you will ever meet. They are just presh. And this makes the 7th time they have moved me since 2004. I am forever indebted. So to show our token of appreciation tonight, H and I took them down to the Mexican Restaurant and let them order whatever they wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Did I mention that we are downsizing in the new house?? Yeah, and we have a lot of junk stuff. Not so much fun. However, we do LOVE LOVE the location and the cleanliness of the house which will always trump size in my book. Plus we have a rockin’ little 2 year old neighbor that is adorable to pieces, and Oscar has a friend. Successful move on all accounts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Do you know what tonight is? My friends, it’s the premiere of Grey’s. And you know what…..I missed it. Due to moving. And our stupid cable company whom I may or may not have threatened today due to them withholding info from me. I have waited MONTHS!! MONTHS I tell you for this night. This very night. I had plans. I had REAL BIG PLANS to sit on the couch in my pj’s with a small glass of vino and some white cheddar popcorn and watch Grey’s. And maybe a little Private Practice. But instead, the cable company lied to me and Elvis had to TiVo it for me and I was moving. WHY!!!! WHY MUST IT GO LIKE THIS???? I can’t count the # of times H and I have said this week that we are ready to be settled in the new house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have washed 43 loads of laundry. No lie. No joke. The Purex people are pretty accurate on their loads advertised on their box/bottle. Did I mention this house is cleaner? So, we needed clean laundry to go in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 2 weeks ago, H and I signed up to take Financial Peace University by Dave Ramsey at our church. I was less than thrilled. We have done Dave before. Zero debt thanks to Dave. However, H loves Dave and thinks we could manage our $3.65 dollars better. So, he signed us up. We had an interest meeting and ended up watching the 1st session. H wanted me to take notes. Seriously. He did. And I did to make him happy. The WHOLE WAY HOME he wanted to talk about our $3 and how we can make it work for us. Ya’ll!!! I wanted to walk home. Dave gets H pumped up. Dave makes me want to have a root canal. And take a loratab. He’s good and he knows his stuff, but he motivates H just a little too much. Anyway, our class ended up being canceled until January. And I’m happy about that. And maybe I just prayed that would happen. Maybe. So now, due to our canceled class, I can do the women’s Beth Moore Bible study. I love it and I started off REAL strong, but I haven’t completed ANY of my home work this week. All due to moving. If you want to know the rest of the story- I haven’t even picked up my Bible. Anyway, I dreamed that Bethie called me personally and asked if I would teach her class. Not the class at church, but Beth Moore’s personal class. Umm, YEAH!! She talked with me over the phone for a while giving me all kinds of accolades and then asked me what I thought about day 4’s lesson. And I couldn’t lie. I had to tell her that we have been moving this week and that I haven’t completed ANY of the lessons, but, that I would prepare before the class on Sunday. Bethie then told me that I couldn’t teach for her then because I don’t know the material. Do you think God is telling me to do my Bible study???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• My sweet little brother called me from Brazil tonight. Man do I miss that kid. He needs to be here helping me move!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7937657927699619286?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7937657927699619286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7937657927699619286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7937657927699619286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7937657927699619286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-for-thursday_24.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday.....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3890928386363251116</id><published>2010-09-16T11:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:58:20.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday</title><content type='html'>•Tomorrow is H’s burfday. I’m hoping MSU will pull out a BIG W for him on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I love Fall. Heck, I love Spring too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Have I told you that we are moving??  Again. Yep, that’s right ladies and gents. 4 times in 3 years! We are simply moving 1 hwy over in BS. When H and I FINALLY decided to make the small little move, H wanted me to fist bump him. ……..UMmmm, No. I don’t think so. I don’t fist bump moving.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;•Laura, one of my BFF’s, will be aiding us in this move. I am forever indebted to Laura. Or at least until she gets engaged and I help her plan her BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• The Hobby Lobby has Christmas trees out. And it kinda FREAKED ME OUT on Tuesday. I mean, really, it that necessary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• At the new house, Oscar’s neighbor will be a weenie dog. He gets to play with his own people. I’m not real sure how this one is going play out. Oscar has the temperament of an only child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3890928386363251116?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3890928386363251116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3890928386363251116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3890928386363251116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3890928386363251116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-for-thursday_16.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-4539758599904212634</id><published>2010-09-14T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:28:16.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellious Buddy</title><content type='html'>Let me take this bloggy moment to update you on buddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TJAfjKk6e-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/1XW89a490t4/s1600/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TJAfjKk6e-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/1XW89a490t4/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516944232523922402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little Oscar has been acting out to say the least. There has been talk of a baby in ear shot of Oscar. And he hasn’t liked it one bit. EVERYONE seems to think that we NNEEEDD a baby. Oscar does not. Aunt L even told Oscar that he needs to come and live with her after we have said baby. Oscar then pooted on her. He is not a fan of the baby talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While H and I were traveling in the Bahamas, I get this email from mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O-Man is doing fine!  He did have to have a bath because the animal came out of him and he rolled in cat poop!! (and I just thought it was dust!!!) But Nooooo!  He smelled awful!!! He smelled so bad that Mighty Rex would not even get around him.  He got so quiet and still because I don't think he could stand the smell of himself!!! I had to bathe him outside!  1st washing was with JOY!  2nd washing was with Tresseme!!! He did fine with the bathing process!  Actually, I think he was grateful!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act out #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lil Man continues to act out. He rolled in nasty fishy, shrimpy water that pumped out of dad’s deep-sea fishing boat. Dad called and said that he was watching Oscar in the act. Mom had to bathe him again. Same song- same dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act out #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt L and I made a little flying trip to Birmingham to drop some cash on shopping. H was out of town, so O-man went to mom and dad’s. I couldn’t get 1 foot out of the car door before mom said that I need to bathe buddy due to more cat poo. Same song and dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act out #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my little family is all together again in BS. H is home for lunch- I let buddy out to use the bathroom. I watched him do his business and then let him back in. I was in the process of giving him his treat, but he wouldn’t come and get it. He crouched down. In combat position. I walk to him to pet him, and OH MY WORD!!! THE STENCH!!! It was BAD!! REAL BAD!!! More poo!!! 3 baths later and some of H’s man shower gel, he finally smelled better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act out #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t IMAGINE what my rebellious child will do when he does have to share the spot light. Good Gosh!! He will probably try to roll in baby poo at the rate he is going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-4539758599904212634?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/4539758599904212634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=4539758599904212634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4539758599904212634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/4539758599904212634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-me-take-this-bloggy-moment-to.html' title='Rebellious Buddy'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TJAfjKk6e-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/1XW89a490t4/s72-c/IMG_0250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-7328607892134276060</id><published>2010-09-07T08:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T08:51:56.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest Your Bell......Just Yell!</title><content type='html'>Can I tell you about the FAB time we had on Saturday?? If I could describe the perfect football game ever- well, it would be Saturday’s game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin with the recap shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, we do not have season tickets. Due to work schedules etc, we (really meaning H) decided not to buy them. H wants to just buy the tickets to the games that we REALLY want to go to. So, when we make it to Starkville, the first thing we did was find a bookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t really get pumped at our tailgate knowing there was a small percentage I would not be in the game. As we went corner to corner in the junction, I was hot, hungry and ready to see friends…….so when a bookie asked us if we wanted to sit club level on the West side…….I pretty much said “YES!! We’ll take them. H, get your wallet out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have to understand that I love football, but more importantly I love chairback seats, and hotdogs with no wait time, and no line bathrooms. So, I was pretty much jumping up and down at the goodness of our seats. Did I mention the constant breeze we felt?? Or that the Bulldogs DOMINATED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9S1-xR_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mPsSyMe2L0k/s1600/101_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514162187699046386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9S1-xR_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mPsSyMe2L0k/s400/101_1529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9Sc1XeTI/AAAAAAAABCo/bS4Bxyed74o/s1600/101_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514162180948719922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9Sc1XeTI/AAAAAAAABCo/bS4Bxyed74o/s400/101_1525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9SMKJCWI/AAAAAAAABCg/J7rxfqgjS34/s1600/101_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514162176472451426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9SMKJCWI/AAAAAAAABCg/J7rxfqgjS34/s400/101_1524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is legal for MSU fans to ring their cowbells (this is great news for me due to the fact H would have me smuggle his bell in my purse)- the cheerleaders made these great signs to let us know what to do and when. However, it is just me, but does this cute little cheerleader holding a sign that says "Dude"????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-njxmJ7I/AAAAAAAABDI/pj-EPUWGGEk/s1600/101_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514163643100833714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-njxmJ7I/AAAAAAAABDI/pj-EPUWGGEk/s400/101_1539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-nUsXIdI/AAAAAAAABDA/joo8-Ub0T5c/s1600/101_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514163639052345810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-nUsXIdI/AAAAAAAABDA/joo8-Ub0T5c/s400/101_1537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the white out game. But yet I wore a maroon shirt. Do you know why?? Well, I didn't have an appropriate white shirt. And we live in BS, which means, drive an hour to buy a white shirt. So, I sported the maroon. With pride. For my Bulldogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-nAOS9XI/AAAAAAAABC4/f92E3adbnfE/s1600/101_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514163633557534066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY-nAOS9XI/AAAAAAAABC4/f92E3adbnfE/s400/101_1533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-7328607892134276060?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/7328607892134276060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=7328607892134276060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7328607892134276060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/7328607892134276060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/rest-your-belljust-yell.html' title='Rest Your Bell......Just Yell!'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TIY9S1-xR_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mPsSyMe2L0k/s72-c/101_1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-1496492384252967281</id><published>2010-09-01T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:40:41.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for Thursday....</title><content type='html'>So, my thoughts for today keep taking me back to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bibcsXQI/AAAAAAAABCY/NIZCJHSvG1U/s1600/Bahamas%2520Atlantis%2520Resort%252018%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512154747222383874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bibcsXQI/AAAAAAAABCY/NIZCJHSvG1U/s400/Bahamas%2520Atlantis%2520Resort%252018%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bhkzRepI/AAAAAAAABCQ/yrXP4hKjlIQ/s1600/IMG_5145%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512154732553140882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bhkzRepI/AAAAAAAABCQ/yrXP4hKjlIQ/s400/IMG_5145%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little more of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bhHbD3GI/AAAAAAAABCI/lsmt_zjCDgY/s1600/100_1292%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512154724666956898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bhHbD3GI/AAAAAAAABCI/lsmt_zjCDgY/s400/100_1292%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am also thinking about the AMAZING weekend we are going to have in VEGAS (Starkvegas)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty much yelling “Maroon” expecting H to yell back “White.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have sang the fight song while cooking dinner. And I may have written a check to MSU giving a donation due to the letter they sent me today. They simply caught me in a giving and MSU mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question looming over our house right now is, what cowbell we will be using this weekend (we have 4), and I need to pull out the pom-poms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not contain my excitement any more, I ironed my white skirt and maroon shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Dear Old State!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-1496492384252967281?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/1496492384252967281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=1496492384252967281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1496492384252967281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/1496492384252967281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-for-thursday.html' title='Thoughts for Thursday....'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/TH8bibcsXQI/AAAAAAAABCY/NIZCJHSvG1U/s72-c/Bahamas%2520Atlantis%2520Resort%252018%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917147850090861557.post-3742194835774169045</id><published>2010-08-28T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:23:21.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahamas Part I</title><content type='html'>So H made good on his promise. I’m actually sitting in the Bahamas airport right now paying good money for internet just so I can entertain myself with my blog/facebook. Here’s some highlights in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I ate my weight in breakfast every day. In one day alone- I ate 2 hamburgers in addition to my other meals. I don’t know what it is about a vacay, but I tend to eat a WHOLE LOT MORE!!! We did an all inclusive resort, so in theory, the food is free. And I love free. So I tend to sample everything. Twice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I watched girls do water aerobics in the pool. They wanted me to join. I said “nope, I’m vacayin’. No strenuous activity will be done this week. Even if I’m submersed in water.”  Plus I didn’t want to put down my Bahama Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don’t do well on planes. However, with the combination of 1 Dramamine and the white noise, I was knocked out. H ended up moving seats so I could use both of our seats to curl up in a ball. I didn’t know that he left. Nice feeling when you are waking up….on a plane….drugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There will be more stories, info, and pics to come. I don’t want to overload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhtgLfUMI/AAAAAAAABB4/lINb7WecUTE/s1600/100_1297.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/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhtgLfUMI/AAAAAAAABB4/lINb7WecUTE/s400/100_1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510543053424644290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhtOFiOAI/AAAAAAAABBw/_rwHa3MKxpE/s1600/100_1292.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhtOFiOAI/AAAAAAAABBw/_rwHa3MKxpE/s400/100_1292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510543048567830530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhs4SVZVI/AAAAAAAABBo/WC_6lNRR5ys/s1600/100_1288.JPG"&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/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhs4SVZVI/AAAAAAAABBo/WC_6lNRR5ys/s400/100_1288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510543042715936082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917147850090861557-3742194835774169045?l=hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/feeds/3742194835774169045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6917147850090861557&amp;postID=3742194835774169045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3742194835774169045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917147850090861557/posts/default/3742194835774169045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunterandmegjones.blogspot.com/2010/08/bahamas-part-i.html' title='Bahamas Part I'/><author><name>The Jones Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00953754091097675182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/SbXe0vfSsAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/62WhXD5nET0/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PODGvITxNOI/THlhtgLfUMI/AAAAAAAABB4/lINb7WecUTE/s72-c/100_1297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
