<?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-4786104884281474919</id><updated>2011-12-27T18:55:14.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-6176474668911533366</id><published>2009-03-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:17:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum Yum!</title><content type='html'>*barging into my room*&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *very matter of factly* Mama, there's throw up- on Caleb, on the chair, and in my mouth. (Caleb has had a stomach bug.)&lt;br /&gt;Angel: *closes her eyes and tries to go to her happy place for a moment* Why is it in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *looks at floor* ...because I eat it.&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Why did you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *no response, looks guilty*&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Did you want to know what it tasted like?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *nods head 'yes'*&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Did you like the way it tasted?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *nods head 'no'*&lt;br /&gt;Angel: *proceeds into living room to discover recliner COVERED in throw up with one hand print smeared in the middle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this image will be with me for the rest of my life. And yes, Savannah then started throwing up shortly after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't eat throw up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-6176474668911533366?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/6176474668911533366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=6176474668911533366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6176474668911533366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6176474668911533366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2009/03/yum-yum.html' title='Yum Yum!'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-5332702035984428861</id><published>2009-02-24T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:23:21.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannahisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SaTI12jA6gI/AAAAAAAAALE/enXN0Y-uCCU/s1600-h/2009-+Fuddruckers+Jared+and+Sav.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SaTI12jA6gI/AAAAAAAAALE/enXN0Y-uCCU/s320/2009-+Fuddruckers+Jared+and+Sav.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306587088450284034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Completely out of the blue, Savannah walks up to Mama*&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: But it's not good enough&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Excuse me? What's not good enough&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: But... it's not!&lt;br /&gt;*Savannah walks off*&lt;br /&gt;Should I be disturbed by this interaction, because I am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Savannah and Mama reading a book.* &lt;br /&gt;Savannah: I'm just so happy! &lt;br /&gt;Mama: So happy about what?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: So happy about you!&lt;br /&gt;This helps a great deal to make up for the conversation listed above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Peeped!: Savannah's word for going to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eating breakfast*&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *singing* I hate this part right here! &lt;br /&gt;Mama: What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: I said *singing* I hate this part right here! &lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is the line from the PussyCat Dolls. Yes, it was sung perfectly in tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-5332702035984428861?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/5332702035984428861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=5332702035984428861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/5332702035984428861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/5332702035984428861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2009/02/savannahisms.html' title='Savannahisms'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SaTI12jA6gI/AAAAAAAAALE/enXN0Y-uCCU/s72-c/2009-+Fuddruckers+Jared+and+Sav.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-3571294928878913308</id><published>2009-01-22T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:22:07.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my fave recent conversations...</title><content type='html'>*watching preview to &lt;em&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Jared: Another show I can't stand!&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Jared: I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Have you even seen an episode?&lt;br /&gt;Jared: No.&lt;br /&gt;*both burst out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking at manger scene*&lt;br /&gt;Melody (my mom): Savannah, do you know when Jesus was born?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: Umm... on his birthday? &lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *pointing to huge angel next to manger scene* And who's that big guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene: Saturday morning, mom in robe, Jared in boxers (Is this too much info? lol.)&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: *with VERY shocked expression* Dada, you are not wearing a shirt!&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Well, Savannah, sometimes, guys don't have to wear shirts. &lt;br /&gt;Savannah: Yeah, or pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel: I was so sick last weekend! I had to go to the hospital because I couldn't stop throwing up, and they were worried about the baby. &lt;br /&gt;Student: If you threw up too hard, could the baby come out of your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What are you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Angel: Vanilla Diet Coke, want some? &lt;br /&gt;Student: I don't want to get pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;Angel: Excuse me? &lt;br /&gt;Student: I mean, if I drink after you, can't I get pregnant?! &lt;br /&gt;Angel: Why would you think that? &lt;br /&gt;Student: Because you have like boy stuff inside of you!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, she was serious!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-3571294928878913308?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/3571294928878913308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=3571294928878913308' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3571294928878913308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3571294928878913308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-of-my-fave-recent-conversations.html' title='Some of my fave recent conversations...'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-324974227346508891</id><published>2008-08-26T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:54:17.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama &amp; Savannah Act I Scene 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SLRP0fMZi_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Fr3p0fq4tdE/s1600-h/100_1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SLRP0fMZi_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Fr3p0fq4tdE/s320/100_1772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238900029684026354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: in car at Sonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ok, you want an apple juice slush, right?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: Ummm... I think I have a chocolate milk. &lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ok, so you don't want an apple juice slush?&lt;br /&gt;Savannah *looks at Mama like she has lost her mind*: I want apple juice slush.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Ok, so you don't want a chocolate milk?  &lt;br /&gt;Savannah *gives Mama same look*: I want chocolate milk. &lt;br /&gt;Mama: Wait, you can't have both, just one. Do you want a hamburger or hot dog? &lt;br /&gt;Savannah: I want apple juice slush ANNNDDD a chocolate milk.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: I'm just getting you one drink so I'll get you an apple juice. &lt;br /&gt;Mama *ordering food*: Ummm, can I get a large vanilla diet coke, a kid's apple juice slush.... and a kid's chocolate milk. &lt;br /&gt;Mama *hands drinks to Savannah finally*&lt;br /&gt;Savannah: Ummm.... fries?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-324974227346508891?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/324974227346508891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=324974227346508891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/324974227346508891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/324974227346508891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2008/08/mama-savannah-act-i-scene-1.html' title='Mama &amp; Savannah Act I Scene 1'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SLRP0fMZi_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Fr3p0fq4tdE/s72-c/100_1772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-6616867107201313984</id><published>2008-07-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:33:21.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIameo35AJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J4O_FMsOwE8/s1600-h/100_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIameo35AJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J4O_FMsOwE8/s320/100_1866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226047462908166290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIamYHItgpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dbck9pY3fiY/s1600-h/100_1887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIamYHItgpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Dbck9pY3fiY/s320/100_1887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226047350772695698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIamPEfeZKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8cnV1DNphRY/s1600-h/2008-06-copicnic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIamPEfeZKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8cnV1DNphRY/s320/2008-06-copicnic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226047195444044962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have been busy around here... there's been a cruise, new ministry opportunities, my sister's pregnancy, grandparents visiting, birthdays. You name it. It has happened. Every day I just feel more blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even express how precious my hubby is to support me and watch kids so that I can take break to hang out with high schoolers, clean house, or SLEEP! I really love sleeping, but I digress. I just looked that up in the dictionary because the spelling of digress didn't look right, but then I was like, "What would it be spelled like?" Needless to say the ex-English teacher was correct. Should I be able to spell if I taught for 4.5 years?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started with a new ministry called Shabby Chic Ministries. Slogan: &lt;em&gt;Vintage Truth Refurbished&lt;/em&gt;. Do you love that?! Me, too. Ugh, these women are brillant seminary educated geniuses (you can also say &lt;em&gt;genii&lt;/em&gt;, which is hilarious to me). Anyways. Man, I would give myself a bad grade for this writing assignment! We are developing a curriculum for women to teach themselves, or we can come teach it. I am just floored that I have the opportunity to be doing this now- writing and teaching! Heavenly! After the first meeting I came home and cried to Jared that I needed this group of amazing women in my life! Then, the next meeting I came home and cried that these women are going to figure out who I am and kick me out. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been speaking to the youth on Sundays some and heading up the small groups on Wednesday night. I will also be taking care of a friend's baby Mon.-Wed. while she goes back to school. Things are so insane, but my kids are awesome! I'm so pleased that I have the blessing of getting to stay home with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is really trying to crawl, but loves to walk when you hold his hands and really loves to jump when you hold him. The boy hardly ever stays still. He laughs constantly and has the biggest smile. When he just sees his sister, he starts laughing. It is so fun to see sibling interaction. Love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah is hilarious! I was talking to her the other day and said as I held up two fingers, "One and one is..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "One, Two!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" I held up both hands. "Five and five is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fingers!" she screams. How can you argue with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also loves to sing "&lt;strong&gt;Tinkle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tinkle&lt;/strong&gt; little star... up a &lt;strong&gt;bubba&lt;/strong&gt; world so high." She calls Caleb "Bubba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also sang, "Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. Uncle Ricky him belong!" I tried to convince her she had the words wrong but she insisted they were correct! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as you can see, it's "SO FUN" as Savannah would say, ok now I'm going to go spy on all my precious friends. Ande, I miss your blog the most!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-6616867107201313984?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/6616867107201313984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=6616867107201313984' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6616867107201313984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6616867107201313984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2008/07/checking-in.html' title='Checking in...'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/SIameo35AJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/J4O_FMsOwE8/s72-c/100_1866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-1081151443160107841</id><published>2008-03-26T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:59:54.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Plague</title><content type='html'>We have termites! Ummm, we found a little pile of dirt in our bathroom (looked like a tiny ant hill) because they made a little exit tunnel. So let's get back to the exit tunnel... what are they for you might ask. Hmmm.... Yes, they are so these creatures can FLY OUT OF THE HOLE INTO OUR HOUSE! Why wasn't this one of the plagues on Egypt, because just short of the killing of the firstborn, I can't think of a plague that comes close to this horrible! We are getting them treated and closed up the tunnel with duct tape (hey, the pest guy told me to). Even after we treat them, they are alive for 30 days and could still SWARM! I'm really in freak out mode here, so please pray this doesn't happen. I told Jared we might just have to move if it does! I keep envisioning coming in to check on Caleb and having him covered in termites. Then I try to convince myself that I would actually save my son instead of just running out of the house by myself screaming. Ok, I have to go now and put blood on my doorpost in hopes of having the angel of death NOT VISIT HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-1081151443160107841?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/1081151443160107841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=1081151443160107841' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/1081151443160107841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/1081151443160107841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-plague.html' title='A New Plague'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-3315186530455202523</id><published>2008-03-18T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:01:56.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a bad blogger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtvzUiadI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NIHsOKN5mcY/s1600-h/100_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtvzUiadI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NIHsOKN5mcY/s320/100_1572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189870729521618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtkjUiacI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SLVIyDegXWU/s1600-h/100_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtkjUiacI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SLVIyDegXWU/s320/100_1548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189677455993282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtfzUiabI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U8c77p5DrdM/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtfzUiabI/AAAAAAAAAF8/U8c77p5DrdM/s320/100_1587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189595851614642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtNzUiaaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2dVMyeqkt2k/s1600-h/1Caleb_091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtNzUiaaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2dVMyeqkt2k/s320/1Caleb_091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189286613969314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtJjUiaZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MmZf4TIMejE/s1600-h/1Caleb_082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtJjUiaZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MmZf4TIMejE/s320/1Caleb_082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189213599525266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtFTUiaYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FehXKF-BpmI/s1600-h/RESIZEDhospital+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtFTUiaYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FehXKF-BpmI/s320/RESIZEDhospital+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189140585081218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-As_zUiaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QnSCDqlYUf4/s1600-h/RESIZEChanel%27s_edit_cheek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-As_zUiaXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QnSCDqlYUf4/s320/RESIZEChanel%27s_edit_cheek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179189046095800690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad blogger, but a good mother, maybe... at least that's what I keep telling myself!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is LONG past due, since my son is 3 months old this Friday! But you see there is this whole taking care of a baby and toddler thing while balancing a new job to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, of course posting the pics for all my babies' fans out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I had Caleb Dec. 21st which you might recall is close to a MAJOR HOLIDAY. Did I think that this would be a problem, of course not, because I am the eternal optimist and thrive on doing 101 things at one time. Could I have waited until after Christmas, yes, but I thought, "Hey, who wants to be preggers on Christmas when you could be holding that baby OUTSIDE OF YOUR BODY?!" (Do you put thoughts in quotes, yes, now you do.) Are you with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was one thing after another... got that beautiful baby boy, got a sinus infection, took meds, I was allergic (not pleasant AT ALL), also dried up my milk (got it back, praise Jesus!), got NO SLEEP (even in the hospital), cried on Christmas (pathetic, but I was so sick), family went back home, Savannah got a stomach virus, I got that, then we found out we ALL had strep (mom, dad, Chanel, Brian, Jared, me, and Savannah), blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are well now and just basking in the blessings and sleep deprevation of being a family of FOUR! What?! I feel like I'm 40 years old or living someone else's life! It really is so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am the youth intern for Fellowship Bible Church, and it is a dream job! I write the curriculum for Wed. night Bible study, lead the 10th grade girls, encourage the female leaders, etc. I still wonder when they'll figure out that they're paying me to do what I'd do for free. ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, everyone caught up? Miss you and love you so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-3315186530455202523?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/3315186530455202523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=3315186530455202523' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3315186530455202523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3315186530455202523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a bad blogger...'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/R-AtvzUiadI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NIHsOKN5mcY/s72-c/100_1572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-4112899483734344169</id><published>2007-12-12T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:54:12.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Days!</title><content type='html'>The doc. finally confirmed today that I will in fact be able to have a C-section Friday morning, Dec. 21st, Lord willing. For any who would like to come visit, we will be at Baylor downtown ("Big Baylor") Fri. and Sat. Thank you for all your prayers and kind words. We couldn't be more excited about this precious boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied... "But because my servant Caleb has a different spirit and follows me wholeheartedly, I will bring him into the land he went to, and his descendants will inherit it" (Numbers 14:24).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-4112899483734344169?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/4112899483734344169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=4112899483734344169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/4112899483734344169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/4112899483734344169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/12/9-days.html' title='9 Days!'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-1643198782626725931</id><published>2007-11-24T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:47:12.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 days?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, gang, 27 days hopefully until I have this baby! It's all so surreal. I can't comprehend that I'm actually going to have two kids at Christmas?! Doesn't that make me seem old?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants me to post a preggers pic, but I don't need to, because I can describe it in perfect detail. Ready?! Imagine a really hot super model with brown hair and blue eyes... then take off her makeup, have her take a shower, put her hair in a ponytail without blowdrying, put a pillow under her shirt that weighs twenty pounds, and replace her boobs with droopy beanbags. I know, it's hard to tell me and a Victoria Secrets model apart- it's just a gift I guess. I'm just that hot suburbian mom, what can I say?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-1643198782626725931?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/1643198782626725931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=1643198782626725931' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/1643198782626725931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/1643198782626725931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/11/27-days.html' title='27 days?!'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-3637911313244305891</id><published>2007-10-31T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T12:37:37.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bro-Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RyjZa7vbfSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jjkohWZlEes/s1600-h/ricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RyjZa7vbfSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jjkohWZlEes/s320/ricky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127587232497761570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my precious brother Richard has created a blog at the church he is currently leading worship at and his post really blessed me today! Please check it out and be encouraged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songsarentsongs.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-3637911313244305891?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/3637911313244305891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=3637911313244305891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3637911313244305891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/3637911313244305891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/10/bro-bro.html' title='Bro-Bro'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RyjZa7vbfSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jjkohWZlEes/s72-c/ricky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-2090478551942705787</id><published>2007-10-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:59:08.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkoiwynXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sa86nZbKoXc/s1600-h/100_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkoiwynXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sa86nZbKoXc/s320/100_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123170628788510290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkojQynXmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NVxQu6sjcGE/s1600-h/100_1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkojQynXmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NVxQu6sjcGE/s320/100_1432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123170637378444898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkojwynXnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XXN9P458IEU/s1600-h/100_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkojwynXnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XXN9P458IEU/s320/100_1428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123170645968379506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkokAynXoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KexaCUvCnnM/s1600-h/100_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkokAynXoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KexaCUvCnnM/s320/100_1429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123170650263346818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkokQynXpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fVLlzGQFmgc/s1600-h/100_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkokQynXpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fVLlzGQFmgc/s320/100_1416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123170654558314130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-2090478551942705787?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/2090478551942705787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=2090478551942705787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/2090478551942705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/2090478551942705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-2007.html' title='Halloween 2007'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkoiwynXlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Sa86nZbKoXc/s72-c/100_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-2583170661762643746</id><published>2007-10-08T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:03:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkpqQynXrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hcF2yk1Veys/s1600-h/Sav-18months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkpqQynXrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hcF2yk1Veys/s320/Sav-18months.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123171857149157042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam went to the park Saturday and had so much fun. I wasn't feeling great (pregnancy &amp;amp; sinus infection) so my energy level was almost nothing. It was pretty pathetic- I would walk across the park and immediately sit down, but Savannah had enough energy for all of us! She really just wanted to run around the park and look at everything. She loved it! This is my favorite picture EVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-2583170661762643746?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/2583170661762643746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=2583170661762643746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/2583170661762643746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/2583170661762643746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-to-park.html' title='Going to the Park'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RxkpqQynXrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hcF2yk1Veys/s72-c/Sav-18months.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-7636487066210054646</id><published>2007-09-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:09:42.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Women's Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dplrecommends.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/littlewomen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://dplrecommends.files.wordpress.com/2007/02/littlewomen1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I went to a funeral last week for a dear friend's father. He had four precious girls, and three grandchildren all under the age of 2. It was heart wrenching to see those young ladies. I spent the night at their house countless times growing up, and their dad was such a sweet, compassionate man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two oldest girls lost their mom to cancer when they were little, so it is crazy that they have now lost their dad. He was in great shape since he was a runner, and as he was running around White Rock Lake, he collapsed with heart trouble. By the grace of God another runner who frequently ran with him found him, and they rushed him to the hospital. He was in surgery for seven hours, but then his organs began to shut down. He was in his 50s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I think about it I cry for those girls and their mom. It is such a wake up call that life is short. I just went home after the funeral and wanted to be with my husband and daughter. We are so blessed to be surrounded by people who love us. Let us not waste a moment! Praise God that he was a believer and those girls will be reunited with their father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite story they told at the funeral was when the youngest daughter wanted to learn to play softball. He kept pitching her the ball in the front yard, and she just couldn't make contact with that ball. Finally she did hit it- right into the living room window. Her dad's response, "YOU DID IT!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful those girls had their precious dad. Their mom said, "I'm not bitter. I'm just thankful for twenty wonderful years that I had with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-7636487066210054646?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/7636487066210054646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=7636487066210054646' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/7636487066210054646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/7636487066210054646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-womens-dad.html' title='Little Women&apos;s Dad'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-374556696240618865</id><published>2007-09-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:47:26.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks Hick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brandchannel.com/images/home/home_img1_starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.brandchannel.com/images/home/home_img1_starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I am working at Starbucks on weekends to help support the stay-at-home mom-ness and this guy came in on Saturday, and he was HYSTERICAL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was a cowboy through and through with the tight jeans, hat, huge belt, you get the idea. He came in with his girlfriend and had never been inside a Starbucks before, which is always fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His girlfriend ordered a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and he replied, "What the hell is that?!" She told him he could order a cold coffee if he wanted and he said, "What the *%&amp;#?! Cold coffee?! If you're going to have coffee put it on the *$&amp;amp;# fire and     let it percolate for crying out loud!" I was trying VERY hard not to laugh at this point. He said, "Hey miss, I want that drink that tastes like an orange pushup pop. You know what I'm saying?" We got him a Orange Cream Frappacino and his girlfriend's drink, and I said that'll be $7.47. He exclaimed, "What the &amp;%$&amp;amp;?! That as much as I paid for my *#$%&amp;amp; plane ticket!" He did pay for the drinks, and as he left all the baristas died laughing. I guess Starbucks is a bit much your first time around! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-374556696240618865?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/374556696240618865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=374556696240618865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/374556696240618865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/374556696240618865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok-so-i-am-working-at-starbucks-on.html' title='Starbucks Hick'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786104884281474919.post-6237262752262928467</id><published>2007-08-29T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:47:59.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Night</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am trying this whole blogging thang. Thanks, Ande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lil' Savannah snoozing away. Really, it's &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RtYn-7WiHyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/so8V9EyiaEg/s1600-h/RESIZEsleepingSav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104311189708611362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RtYn-7WiHyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/so8V9EyiaEg/s320/RESIZEsleepingSav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moments like this that I can't believe that God&lt;br /&gt;has blessed me with this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways she's like Dada:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loves to put things together and take them apart&lt;br /&gt;2. Has a ridiculous amount of patience- it takes a lot to get her upset&lt;br /&gt;3. She's very laid back. She hardly ever crys!&lt;br /&gt;4. She has his face (minus the facial hair). It's almost creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ways she like Mama:&lt;br /&gt;1. She has my walk. Yes, she can't help but shake the rump- it's in the genes. Can I say that? Is she going to be embarrassed later?&lt;br /&gt;2. She walks around the living room with her purse on her wrist, baby in one arm, fake cell phone in the other saying, "Heellllooo?!" really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;3. She loves Jared more than anything or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. She has my skin coloring and hair. Poor girl will be blow drying for a long time, and she can forget about ever getting a tan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786104884281474919-6237262752262928467?l=angelangell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/feeds/6237262752262928467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786104884281474919&amp;postID=6237262752262928467' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6237262752262928467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786104884281474919/posts/default/6237262752262928467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelangell.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-so-i-am-trying-this-whole-blogging.html' title='Night Night'/><author><name>Angel2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955307379585147302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_xkoSb52qg/RtYn-7WiHyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/so8V9EyiaEg/s72-c/RESIZEsleepingSav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
