<?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-103243636225796409</id><updated>2012-01-21T11:34:28.361-05:00</updated><category term='Levi'/><category term='Andrew'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Mexico'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='family'/><category term='hunting'/><title type='text'>Coke Cups and Ladybugs</title><subtitle type='html'>life is sweet...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8910787501023757352</id><published>2012-01-02T19:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:56:57.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I haven't shared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnpQLAq8NtA/Tw41rV5ZnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7ftXzOs2QZU/s1600/brown%2B264.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/-ZnpQLAq8NtA/Tw41rV5ZnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7ftXzOs2QZU/s400/brown%2B264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696549597398802114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winburns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the never blogging family!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, the time has come again for my quarterly update. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That is what it feels like every time that I glance at this blog, at least! Honestly, I would update a lot more if it were easier to put pictures up. However, it is not...and I just need to get over it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest news is probably my job change. I have left babies for eyes. Weird, I know, but I just had to take a look at my priorities. Ultimately, I am so passionate about working with babies and mamas, but I just could not do the night shift hours anymore. Two years was just too much. I felt myself frustrated, physically hurting, and overall...tired...ALL the TIME! I don't wish those feelings upon my worst enemy, because it's awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now working at an eye surgery center, Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Friday wish normal people hours. I go in anywhere from 0630-0730, and leave usually by 3-4pm. It's amazing! No nights, no weekends, no holidays...did I mention no 12 hour consecutive night shifts?? Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Praise God that He saw fit to relieve me of my hospital nursing! I am so happy to be home with Andrew every night, even though it feels like we're learning how to be married all over again. We've been stepping around night shifts for too long, and it's so nice to have a normal life, really for the first time since we married. I'm so thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, we have a new niece--Sally Ruth Turner, born on December 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She is an angel and makes the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grandchild for Andrew's parents...and the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; girl! We were able to spend some time with the Turners today for the bowl game, and I will say that holding Sally Ruth makes me miss little babies even more. She is healthy and happy, and we're thrilled to welcome her to the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other family news, Sara Lynn (Andrew's youngest sister) will begin seminary at Southwestern in Texas this January! It's a huge move for her (and Andrew's mom, I'm sure), but I know she'll have fun out there. Hope she brings her cowboy boots! Andrew's oldest sister, Lara Beth, husband, Jay, Molly, Ellie and Caroline will be moving to Rock Hill soon as Jay takes over as lead pastor of North Rock Hill church. We are excited for them as they take on a new endeavor. A little over one year ago, all of Andrew's siblings were here in Columbia. Now, all except Andrew will have moved away, with Emily Ann and Philip being the closest in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wagener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. To say that things will be different around here is an understatement. Cookie (Andrew's mom) loves her family so much, and I know she'll miss having everyone around. We'll miss them, too! If you live near your family, appreciate time spent with them. It won't always be that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya is 10 months old, and as precious as ever. She has become extremely obsessed with her blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We even got her another one for Christmas, since she in on her way to destroying the first one. She literally sleeps with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;frisbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is the first thing she looks for in the morning, and her one focus is making sure that you throw it for her to fetch. I cannot believe how we have become such fools for this dog. We are even letting her sleep inside (in her crate) on really cold nights. Yes, I know...I said I'd never do that...but I have. We are currently debating on breeding her, although we have some time. Maya has such a sweet nature, and besides natural puppy-isms, she is an unbelievably wonderful dog. She loves to go hunting, swimming, and has already mastered several difficult commands/concepts. Yes, I'm bragging....but I'm serious. She's too sweet. I just get sad at the thought of losing her one day :-( , so the next thing would be to have one of her pups when she's gone. Yes, I think ahead like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, enough blogging for now. Until next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8910787501023757352?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8910787501023757352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-havent-shared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8910787501023757352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8910787501023757352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2012/01/things-i-havent-shared.html' title='Things I haven&apos;t shared...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnpQLAq8NtA/Tw41rV5ZnsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7ftXzOs2QZU/s72-c/brown%2B264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-1001218025432121410</id><published>2011-10-25T22:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:24:06.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>::::see ya, wisdom teeth--day one::::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-ash1/v333/197/75/66500585/n66500585_31446023_5363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;four of these big chompers are gone after today....but I have plenty to spare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning at 8 o'clock sharp, I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dootson&lt;/span&gt; told me that I was "the winner" for having all four out. I'm guessing most people don't get all four out??? I would love some feedback on this, because I really thought when one needed to come out--they all came out. Obviously, I'm not a dental medicine pro.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't lie to y'all. I was extremely nervous going into the procedure. Don't ask why, because I have NO clue. I don't know where this new found nervousness comes from, but I wish it would go right back! The office staff was nothing but first class, and I would recommend them to anyone! I don't think I've ever been at any practice where everyone is that nice and professional. I made sure to compliment them BEFORE the general anesthesia. Who knows what I would have said on my way out the door anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I pulled myself together, I don't really remember that much. I sat down on this pillow thing, they laid me back, complimented my shoes (sweet!), hooked me up to some cool electrodes, put a pulse ox on my finger, made me take my hair down (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;...it already looked rough!), I assured those sweet girls that I would be a good nurse-patient, I apologized in advance for saying/doing something stupid, they put some oxygen over my nose, and we waited for the doc to walk in. When he arrived, he told me that he'd be putting some laughing gas through my mask while they set some things up and started the IV. Honestly, I got a little worried. I didn't feel a thing. After he placed the IV, we had a short little conversation that went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc: &lt;i&gt;"Well, that was probably the worst part. Most people are actually more afraid of the needle than anything else."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: "&lt;i&gt;I think my mother-in-law is scared of needle sticks, and that's why she didn't have &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;an epidural with four children."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc and staff: &lt;i&gt;"Whoa...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: "&lt;i&gt;Yeah, and when she had my SON, he weighed 11 1/2 pounds!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc and staff: (laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I think that laughing gas is working now, huh?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc and staff: (laughing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me: "&lt;i&gt;Are you pushing anything through my IV now?"&lt;/i&gt; (In times like this, I wish I wasn't a &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nurse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doc: &lt;i&gt;"No, we're just getting some things set up...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::::::::::::::::::::apparently, that was all she wrote for me. next thing--surgery's over::::::::::::::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up, the cool ladies were talking to me. I'm pretty sure one of them showed me her "Halloween design" nails that she did herself. She even made a disclaimer that her right hand wasn't as good, because she's not left handed. Of course, trying to sound like I was totally "with it," I approved of her awesome nails like they were coated in the newest Essie shade right out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inStyle&lt;/span&gt; magazine or something! Good save, Meagan. I think I was in and out, and I'm sure I said some stupid stuff--due to the laughter that I also heard...in and out. Then out of nowhere, I guess I made enough sense to leave. They put a really cool looking ice pack around my head and called Andrew to the back so that I could get the run down on post-op instructions. It's a good thing that I opted out of singing at church this Sunday, because she said no singing for a week. No singing??? No humming??? I've already discovered that this is going to be really tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Andrew and I got home, he ran back out to pick up my prescriptions. I got to the lazy activity that I took part in all day: laying in front of the TV--computer, books, and magazines at my disposal as well. Shortly after Andrew got home, Mom and Dad came to help take care of me, the house, and the yard! Dad worked outside in the yard ALL DAY! Mom cooked, cleaned, and took care of her baby girl. Andrew also took care of me, but was able to get some work done in the office and later outside, thanks to mom being here. My mother-in-law, Cookie, brought me a chocolate "non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt;" (and no, I do not care!) milkshake. I had just a little, since I'm not used to drinking milk being on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt;. Let me just say--it was the jam! I am so thankful for such wonderful family members! They are so loving and giving, and I just enjoyed them being here! Maya was in her element, since she had my Dad spoiling her all day while he did yard work. At one point, I saw her bouncing along in the truck bed as Dad gathered pine straw. She is worn out, but even Maya benefited from Mommy's surgery and her grandparents' visit. She's so rotten! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/photos-ak-snc1/v265/197/75/66500585/n66500585_31362444_9005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is me just hanging out with some friends after the surgery today...see no swelling at all!!!&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;div&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah right! Here's the real deal. I know...I know...I look like a dream! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7ed772768b&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1333e19564eb49c9&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=thd&amp;amp;zw" alt="photo.&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as pain goes, I've only taken two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; and one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;percocet&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tylox&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;oxycodone&lt;/span&gt; (they're all the same). I'm about to head to bed, and I'll definitely be taking some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;percocet&lt;/span&gt; to help me sleep. The numbness finally wore off after about 10 hours. Yeah, it was only supposed to last for 6. What what??? My post-op diet (in order, but not at the same time) has included: water, applesauce, mashed potatoes, chocolate pudding, milkshake, scrambled eggs, and dairy free chocolate ice cream. I think I'm all "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sweeted&lt;/span&gt;" out for the night. Although, cool/cold soft foods are what really do it for me at this point. I've kept ice on the entire time since the surgery. No swelling yet, but I did eat a lot of pineapple last night in hopes that it would cut down on post-op swelling. We shall see when we compare pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's enough blogging for me. I haven't even napped today, so it's time for bed. I'll try to update you more tomorrow, since I'm sure I'll still be laying around on the couch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-1001218025432121410?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1001218025432121410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-ya-wisdom-teeth-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1001218025432121410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1001218025432121410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-ya-wisdom-teeth-day-one.html' title='::::see ya, wisdom teeth--day one::::'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7358829773341798118</id><published>2011-10-17T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:22:51.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash from the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/207963_504081970294_176300222_30139964_9701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't he a cutie???? Yep, that's Andrew in all his toddler glory! I love that he's still standing with his weight on one leg. Some things never change, I guess. Just came across this picture today and thought I'd share. I know...I know. It's time for another update. However, it's also after midnight, and I need sleep to be able to function tomorrow (by function...I mean, I need to be able to clean this house!) Until next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7358829773341798118?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7358829773341798118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash-from-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7358829773341798118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7358829773341798118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/10/flash-from-past.html' title='Flash from the past...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8119427857206704767</id><published>2011-09-25T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:56:17.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We cheated....[paleo recap]</title><content type='html'>So, Andrew and I cheated on our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; diet today. It was totally planned, since we recently completed 30 days of pretty strict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt;. As mentioned in an earlier post, we have been planning this day for a while. The verdict:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcShdDSgYL0FssrGRbgFXd5s7uMY2eL2j0CkeUrMaaCFlgo0y78I" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, we already feel the effects. Andrew is a little worse than me, but he's always had very pronounced tummy issues. Our cheat meals of choice tonight were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Andrew-papa john's pizza (extra cheese, extra pepperoni, extra sauce, and one 1/2 with bacon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meagan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zaxby's&lt;/span&gt; chicken finger plate with extra sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will say that the best part was just knowing I could eat it. Honestly, I don't miss the feeling afterwards. Robb Wolf is right....30 days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; just doesn't let you "go back" to your old ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I'm sure we'll stick with the gluten free aspect of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt;, but I've loved the positive aspects of true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; as well. I am fitting into clothes that I'd taken out of the lineup a while ago. "College jeans" have been my favorite new returned wardrobe item!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*disclaimer: true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; is eating only raw vegetables* However, for us that's just not completely feasible. So, we figure veggies are better than no veggies at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After reading &lt;a href="http://robbwolf.com/"&gt;Robb Wolf's&lt;/a&gt; book, &lt;b&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paleo&lt;/span&gt; Solution&lt;/b&gt;, I'm convinced that we are all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt; patients...just to varying degrees. Your body's just not made to digest gluten (found in wheat, barley, and rye). I also believe that we are addicted to refined sugar and processed foods. I am speaking from personal experience. The proof's in the outcome after 30 days! I have told tons of people about this new lifestyle, and have actually had a lot willing/wanting to try it. So, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; "lifestyle" is spreading. I think the biggest plus is that this is more than just a diet. Once you get past the initial hurdle of detoxing your body from it's bad food habits, you feel so much better. Some cases have even shown a REVERSE in disease process. Hello? Why would you NOT just at least give it a 30 day try? I will warn you though...it's not for the weak. It will take some discipline. If you have it, go for it. If not...keep feeling like junk every time you eat junk. It's up to you! I'm not saying that you can't cheat every once and a while. I know that we will (especially around the holidays.) However, you'll really start examining what you eat and why. This is the best thing that I learned after 30 days. I'm so glad that we did it, and I can't wait to see how it impacts our health in the future!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8119427857206704767?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8119427857206704767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-cheatedpaleo-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8119427857206704767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8119427857206704767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-cheatedpaleo-recap.html' title='We cheated....[paleo recap]'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-2787275754724483726</id><published>2011-09-13T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:26:20.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "health"-y blog post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winburns&lt;/span&gt; are presently going through some health "stuff" (as I like to call it.) I guess we could break the content of this post down into 2 categories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 1. Diagnosis 2. Diet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. :::::Diagnosis:::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's official: My thyroid stinks at doing it's job. Actually, it's a little bit of an over-achiever (in true Meagan "Brown" fashion!) To make this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; less shorter and complicated than I could, let's just say this: My thyroid actually is producing too much of the thyroid hormone. The history and road to diagnosis is a really long story, too long for blogging tonight...but I'll try to hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hightlights&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall 2008: My Dr. felt a thyroid nodule during a routine exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After a series of tests, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; suggested that they aspirate (draw the fluid off) my thyroid cyst. Tests showed it non-cancerous! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter 08-Summer 2010: Thought I was back to normal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer 2010-Summer 2011: I started seeing a slow progression of developing symptoms including: fatigue, body aches, hair loss, weight gain, stomach upset, skin issues, irritability, and the worst of all: Anxiety! Yes, even in normal places, around normal people, and especially before singing or anything where my adrenaline would rush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this past June--I had enough. I went to the Doctor, and he really dismissed most of my symptoms. However, he did feel another nodule, so he ordered another thyroid ultrasound and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloodwork&lt;/span&gt; that day (which was normal.....normal!) After having my ultrasound, another (bigger) cyst was found in the same spot as the last one. This time, they found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;calcifications&lt;/span&gt; in it--which isn't always an issue. Not wanting to routinely follow it anymore, the doctor referred me to a surgeon, endocrinologist, and ordered a radioactive iodine thyroid uptake scan. The uptake scan showed that I had hyperthyroidism (actually, fairly bad!) He immediately put me on medication as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, endocrinologists (especially good ones) are hard to find in Columbia, so would you believe that I'm still waiting on my October 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; appointment!???!!! I did have a surgical consult with an awesome, helpful and informative doctor. He, although very knowledgeable seemed very puzzled by my case, seeing as how not all of my symptoms or even my lab work matches with hyperthyroidism. Other ideas he has are a toxic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adenoma&lt;/span&gt; or even a pituitary tumor. Yep, my brain. So, we will know more once I see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;endo&lt;/span&gt;. in a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, I think I'm handling the waiting and wondering fairly well. Sometimes, I get frustrated with "normal" people who take their health for granted. I get angry when I see those who are lazy, when I'd give anything for just one ounce of their energy. I get frustrated than Andrew and I can't even begin to think about starting our family, because I could be faced with radioactive treatment or brain surgery. Not to mention that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I'm on would be detrimental to a baby's growth and development. It's easy to foster these thoughts and feelings, but then, I'm totally stopped by God's overwhelming peace and His desire for me to completely trust in Him. God never said that this life would be easy, but He has promised to never leave us alone. That promise alone is what helps me stay centered. He is teaching me through this, and for that--I'm humbled and thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's that. I'll keep you all posted as we know more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ::::Die-t::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQs7qF_TjOSEW7TSBYqzc-a8O00Y0tK_oCNryTnVjV5FfYpfvLrvA" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read correctly. I spelled it like "die" with a "t," because that's simply what I felt like when Andrew and I started the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; diet a few weeks ago. I have been begging Andrew for the longest time to try going gluten-free. I believe that he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease (an intolerance to gluten, which is found in wheat, barley, and rye...or just about anything you eat. His stomach stinks...literally. I mean, he has a horrible stomach, is lactose intolerant, and has acid reflux. Apparently, my nursing knowledge doesn't extend outside newborn babies, because he has refused my advice (and begging) for some time now. About a month ago, I put out an ultimatum: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Andrew, if you don't go get blood work done to test you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease then we're going to try a gluten free diet to see if you feel better!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Andrew:"Well, if you call the doctor....(and then a line of excuses)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me:"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Andrew...it's like this: Either we do something to try to fix this, or you have to stop complaining about it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not a horrible and mean wife. I genuinely understand that he complains because his stomach is awful, but I just want him healthy and well. That's the reason for the ultimatums. ;-) Let me also add that Andrew is not a chronic complainer. It's just at times, and I'll stress: it's warranted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, after some influence from our friend and workout guru, Bo, Andrew and I decided to try the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; diet based on Robb Wolf's book. Let me tell. This is certainly a change for us. The foods you can't have would take another couple of hours to list, so I'll just let you know what we eat now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. fruit (although you should go easy on this if wanting to lose weight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. nuts (but of course, not most people's fave: peanuts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. fats (oils and nuts are included in this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. beverages consist of water, black coffee or tea....not sweet tea (closet fact: I am southern born and bred, and I don't drink sweet tea. Yes, it's true.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that means: No processed foods, no bread (since you eliminate gluten on this diet), no starchy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; (potatoes), no beans (legumes), no dairy, no sugar, and no to most of the things you might find in your pantry/frig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To break it down: You eat like a hunter-gatherer would...like a man who lived hundreds of years ago. They ate from land and from sea. It's really simple if you look at it that way. Now, we are actually modifying the diet just a bit in that we cook most of our veggies. True &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;paleo&lt;/span&gt; suggests raw, but hey....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; gotta give. I'd love to totally attempt to explain the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;in's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;out's&lt;/span&gt; of this diet, but you really should just research it or read the book if you want more. It's more than just gluten free. Even gluten free diets can consist of stuff that at the root is still bad for you: gluten free desserts still have sugar, gluten free pasta is still an empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;, and just because something says organic doesn't mean it's good for you. "Naturally" bad is still bad. So, we're taking it a step up and being much more disciplined than just your average gluten free diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will admit that I've cheated a couple of times, and let me tell you: I felt the effects hardcore afterwards. We actually feel much better on this diet, and are trying to stay committed for 30 days. Then, we're modifying this baby. I'm serious. Before modifying though, we're giving ourselves a "cheat" day. Yep, a whole day of cheating. Andrew's already planned out his menu, although Bo thinks that Andrew won't make it til 3pm because he'll be so sick from having gluten again. Here's Andrew's menu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;B'fast&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;' donuts and coffee (probably with cream and sugar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch: Jersey Mike's (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; sub) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;helllllllloooooooo&lt;/span&gt; gluten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner (if he makes it): Papa John's pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People ask why we're doing this. Well, I explained to you about Andrew, but I have my reasons as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. It makes more sense financially for us to eat the same thing. That, or else I become like a short order cook....one meal for Andrew &amp;amp; one for me. No way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. This diet is proven to help with many health issues, such as autoimmune disorders, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt;. It can even help with thyroid issues. So, I thought I'd give it a shot for this reason as well. Hey, I must say....I do feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's enough rambling for tonight. We'll keep you posted on the diet as well. 13 days until we get to cheat...officially!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/295/1C265C8218EB2EAC12A4C903950C1494.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-2787275754724483726?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2787275754724483726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/09/health-y-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2787275754724483726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2787275754724483726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/09/health-y-blog-post.html' title='The &quot;health&quot;-y blog post'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7150643942118063158</id><published>2011-08-23T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:14:43.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quick trip to Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A couple of weekends ago, Andrew and I were surprised with the opportunity to take an overnight trip to Florida. We went to check out a church plant that Andrew's in a coaching network with. Coincidentally, we were right down the road from long-time friend, Rachael and her husband, David! We left on a Saturday night, and we flew back on Sunday night. While we were there, we were upgraded to an SUV, and you just know what I had to choose, right??? Yes, you're right---a jeep wrangler (my dream car.) I think after this trip, Andrew is convinced that he loves the car almost as much as I do! We had a great time!!!!!!!! I was so great to catch up with Rachael and David. We got to see their cute condo and meet Parker and Jackson, their dogs! I just wish we could have stayed longer!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hikCoTjRds8/TlRjjKdJufI/AAAAAAAAANU/fYyNSJVT2bc/s400/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644245688755272178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my usual jump shot on the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUoUKuHLGFM/TlRlSYzYAAI/AAAAAAAAANk/-PweAwJqAEw/s400/IMG_1544.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644247599572058114" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew grooming himself driving down the interstate in our JEEP....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMMWvPB0u1E/TlRlR0F18HI/AAAAAAAAANc/oCLcElS_JgA/s400/IMG_1564%25282%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644247589717405810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8A6rRkt3p8/TlRjiRXPHII/AAAAAAAAANE/IHvfGiUhsdY/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644245673429638274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dream car!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb4XXF6QEOA/TlRjiunFjsI/AAAAAAAAANM/cog8drRbvoI/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644245681280749250" /&gt;It's been WAY too long, Rachey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p7I0MnI4B6s/Tm7lIUXKl2I/AAAAAAAAANs/NUxPCFqAnZA/s400/m076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651706513464137570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Tahoma;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;Old school Show Choir pic from high school....Yep, that's the year at the bottom right (2000!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7150643942118063158?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7150643942118063158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-trip-to-florida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7150643942118063158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7150643942118063158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-trip-to-florida.html' title='quick trip to Florida'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hikCoTjRds8/TlRjjKdJufI/AAAAAAAAANU/fYyNSJVT2bc/s72-c/IMG_1591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-9205817855784648617</id><published>2011-06-28T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:26:45.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer stuff...</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Manning and Ellie's birthdays this past weekend with the family. I can't believe that they're four and five, respectively! We had a lot of spider man and disney princess gifts...even a spider man cake. Caroline slept through the whole thing, although Wyatt attempted to wake her up a few times by pouncing on her and trying to show her how to use a sword. You have to be on your toes around him, especially. Manning and Philip also share a birthday, so we let Philip help with the birthday candles!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261745_630607725566_66500585_33680693_6182204_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 4th Birthday, Manning!&lt;/i&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;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263630_630607700616_66500585_33680692_8331442_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 5th Birthday, Ellie!&lt;/i&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;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269500_630607665686_66500585_33680691_2493360_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet Wyatt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268940_630608009996_66500585_33680699_2009355_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ellie was very excited about her perfume bottle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269925_630608114786_66500585_33680701_5424560_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;these swords were a pretty big hit&lt;/i&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263190_630607550916_66500585_33680688_1081821_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;little Caroline finally woke up at the end of the party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maya has found her freedom around the backyard now. Amazingly, she was better when we first got her than she's been the past week or so. Yesterday: she tore our basil and cilantro plants to shreds. Today: she found aluminum foil and newspaper (who knows from where), and tore them to shreds. Later tonight: she pulled an entire squash plant out of the garden. That was it for Andrew. Needless to say, we know who the "dog-disciplinarian" is in this family. I try to make her mind, but that face--it gets me every time! Don't you worry though, Andrew did NOT let this one slide. It was pitiful then, but funny now to think back on Andrew throwing the squash plant at her. &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;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267495_630606418186_66500585_33680670_698676_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TOMS called. They want her as their spokes-person, well spokes-dog. Haha. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't I wish that were true???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/271140_630606772476_66500585_33680679_3010311_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can you say "no" to that little face???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;These pictures of Miss Maya were from last weekend when we let her float around with Andrew in the pool. You can tell how she got so spoiled by looking at these! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/264140_630606872276_66500585_33680682_1944709_n.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/262080_630606812396_66500585_33680680_4758465_n.jpg" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:::::::::::::::::::::::::::;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I went to the oral surgeon today, and it's official. My wisdom teeth are crazy, and they need to come out. Good news for today is, I get to be passed out during the surgery. Bad news for today is, I'm really short on PTO and need to figure out how I'm going to take off for this little ordeal. One of our friends told me a secret to cut out swelling...pineapple! He said he ate tons of fresh cut pineapple before his surgery and had ZERO swelling! I hope to repeat this! However, if I do swell up like a balloon face, then I will certainly take pictures. You just have to have documentation of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Krispy Kreme AND Dunkin' Donuts just opened up within a mile or so from our house....seriously, I could walk there in a short period of time. I can't deal with it. It's like I smell it in the air when I drive past it! Help me, Lord. It is not normal to be this attracted to sugar dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. We are (in this very moment) watching what will hopefully be the last baseball game for Carolina this year. Yes, that's right!!!!!! We made it to the college world series again, and I am home for what could be the the final game! Honestly, it's exciting, but not quite as much as last year. Go Gamecocks!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. In work news: I have the luxury of changing about a billion diapers a year at my job. However, I rarely have anything happen such as what transpired one night a few weeks ago. I had just done vitals on a baby in mom's labor and delivery room, and I was about to slap him on the scale for a quick weight. Sometimes, (especially with little boys), throwing their naked little selves on a scale really makes them "tinkle." Well, this kid tinkled...all over himself...THREE times! I am happy to announce that with two years of practice, I avoided every squirt. I kid you not though, he filled up the entire bottom of the scale! I have never seen anything like it in my life. At least he didn't get any in his mouth, at least I hope he didn't. Sadly, I have seen that before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5.  I'm still couponing when I have the time. Last week, I hit the motherload at CVS. I got two things of scotch tape, two pantene shampoos/conditioners, toothpaste, a bag of hershey's chocolate, diapers and wipes....all for $9 out of pocket. Don't get any big ideas....the diapers weren't for us. We gave them to Lara Beth for Caroline! I was so proud of my couponing that day. So worth it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, that's all I can think of for now. Aren't you glad I updated the blog twice in a month????? I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-9205817855784648617?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/9205817855784648617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/9205817855784648617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/9205817855784648617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-stuff.html' title='summer stuff...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-1434945668447348329</id><published>2011-06-12T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:29:51.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New niece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jay, Lara Beth, Mollie, and Ellie welcomed little Caroline Robbins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hardwick&lt;/span&gt; into the world this past Wednesday! She was 7 pounds, 15 ounces and 19 inches long. She has the cutest little head of red hair, too! Personally, I think she looks like big sister, Ellie! Andrew and I visited Lara Beth and Caroline on Wednesday night before my shift started. It was so fun working that night while they were in the hospital. I will admit-- I snuck down to the nursery a few times to hold her during the night. I felt so special to have held her during her first night in this world. I know she'll never remember it, but I always will! Welcome, Caroline!&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://palmettohealth.org/births/babies/photos/IMG_1410_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like Ellie...&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDALDIHjiUo/TfVn6O0-NpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3UldA1ptQBo/s1600/misscaroline2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDALDIHjiUo/TfVn6O0-NpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3UldA1ptQBo/s400/misscaroline2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617510360324912786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I snapped this shot while Caroline and I were rocking in the nursery. I sent it to Uncle Andrew so that he could she her pretty eyes open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzt8k-5jteU/TfVn5ryWz4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hMsxu4blDFo/s1600/misscaroline.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jzt8k-5jteU/TfVn5ryWz4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/hMsxu4blDFo/s400/misscaroline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617510350918700930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Caroline and me in the nursery. Don't you just love her little hat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-1434945668447348329?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1434945668447348329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-niece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1434945668447348329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1434945668447348329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-niece.html' title='New niece!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDALDIHjiUo/TfVn6O0-NpI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3UldA1ptQBo/s72-c/misscaroline2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-216796209813367272</id><published>2011-05-31T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:15:06.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...officially the worst blogger ever. It's so true. What a double standard that I have. In previous posts, I've complained that our life is pretty normal and boring without anything to blog about. Now, we're so crazy busy with all life's changes that I hardly make time to blog anymore. Oh, the irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I've been such a horrible blogger over the past little bit (yes, I know it's been three months at least), I thought I'd post some pictures with the updates to at least make up for how slack I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In mid-February (this is a big one)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a house!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609700319985122066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iA1PwESdb8o/TdmouDUbuxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ykQ6iU5sBQc/s400/Sold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are loving being new home owners, and feel blessed with the perfect house for us...although I'm not saying that it's perfect. We've done a ton of yard work, and the pool has transformed from a "swamp" to the wonderful place the we enjoyed just today after church. It's so nice having some room to spread out, but the more space...the more you need to fill up that space. We're trying to take it slow and do a little bit at a time, but my most commonly used phrase is currently, "Well, if I had a million dollars we could...!" Anyway, we love the new house and are having a lot of fun with it! I'll post some before and after pictures soon, although we haven't changed all too much (except for a pepto pink room or two!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;2. We also are pleased to announce the newest member of the Winburn family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Miss Maya Edisto Winburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609705865732886706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-omOxhcjv_No/Tdmtw21vELI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZauNuuyMNw4/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;here's Miss Priss with one of her sisters on the day we got her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609712901348388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rav8jKxlsW0/Tdm0KYjL7gI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DOTOj1oEnH8/s400/IMG_0835_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;passed out on the tile kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609705909067628258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M3WaGZvFCbU/TdmtzYRivuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e1dFvbS3-Yg/s400/IMG_0816.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Andrew spoiling her in the den. She is not an inside dog, by the way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;although all of these pictures might suggest otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFjAa6vm3mY/TdmtxsdTmGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/e1BgSdf7rC0/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFjAa6vm3mY/TdmtxsdTmGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/e1BgSdf7rC0/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609705880125937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HFjAa6vm3mY/TdmtxsdTmGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/e1BgSdf7rC0/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asleep on Andrew's bow...precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caIpm5IHQ-s/TdmtxZBp1tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WC-X7u0DYw8/s1600/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609705874909681362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-caIpm5IHQ-s/TdmtxZBp1tI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WC-X7u0DYw8/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This was the day that we got her...and she's grown so much since a little over four weeks ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. My best friend got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so excited to be able to share Chris and Camille's wedding with them in on May 6th! Her wedding was so beautiful, the food was amazing, the band was great, and we had a wonderful time! Of course, Camille was just gorgeous. Chris--glowing at the sight of her. Ahh, love! I need to post some pictures, but my blogger decided to start acting up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I turned 27. Yuck! That's all I'm going to say about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third niece will be here next Wednesday, and we cannot wait to meet Baby Hardwick #3. We also learned a couple of weeks ago that Baby Turner #3 (our 6th niece/nephew) will be here sometime around the new year. So, things are busy with babies in our family. It's exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church (&lt;a href="http://generationsc.blogspot.com/"&gt;generation church&lt;/a&gt;) just moved into a new location. We are no longer a portable church! For those of you who have never un-packed and re-packed your church each week, you may not know how truly exciting this is for us! Our new location is 1051 Sparkleberry Ext (right in the middle of northeast Columbia!) We LOVE it, and are truly thankful to God for providing all good things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're heading to Louisiana tomorrow for a friend of Andrew's wedding. This should be a very interesting trip, and I'm looking forward to spending time with Andrew! Yay! Sadly, we'll have to leave Miss Maya behind, but she'll be in the capable care of my brother and parents over the weekend. We're so thankful for them and know she'll have a fun vacation from her parents. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite website right now&lt;/em&gt;: zulily.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most exciting thing right now:&lt;/em&gt; New house, new dog, supportive husband, growing church, working with babies, and enjoying it (even if I am a little sleep deprived most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most irritating thing right now&lt;/em&gt;: passive aggressive behavior (If you want to be ugly, just do it. Don't try to be sneaky and pretend you don't know what you're doing. Of course, you "meant it that way...") Disclaimer: I fully accept the reality of my imperfections, but this kind of behavior is just childlike, and I'm coming across it a lot lately. Which brings me to my next point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most irritating thing about myself lately&lt;/em&gt;: Trying to deal with the actions of others that bother me completely on my own and not being honest with the person about it. God is teaching me a lot about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most overused phrases in the Winburn household right now&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"That's a hot mess..."&lt;/i&gt; (meagan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mother of pearl..." &lt;/i&gt;(andrew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey Maya-girl!" &lt;/i&gt;(andrew)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Maya-----no!" &lt;/i&gt;(both)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best coupon deal recently:&lt;/em&gt; free Pedigree dentastix for Maya last month! She loved them. Too bad they're all gone now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite artist right now&lt;/em&gt;: Adele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Person who should have won American Idol this year&lt;/em&gt;: Pia (unreal talent!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pool temperature today when I checked it&lt;/em&gt;: 84 degrees....yes ma'am!!!! Summer is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I think that's about all for now. I promise, I will try to start blogging more often. However, I've said that before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-216796209813367272?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/216796209813367272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/216796209813367272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/216796209813367272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am.html' title='I am...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iA1PwESdb8o/TdmouDUbuxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ykQ6iU5sBQc/s72-c/Sold.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-3069867777006310630</id><published>2011-02-08T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:01:06.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Three-One!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last week, Andrew turned 31! I'd kept him in suspense over his birthday surprise during his birthday week, and it almost killed us both! Finally, on Friday (his birthday), I was able to let it out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We went to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiamDFMM71EmDBT6mpKQsrbMrWqT76-N51IxBWyw1T89FVY2y1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We stayed at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQi0jZNyHt3IaZumoQ5RgEM8GQzVehyJb-Hy4yAfKufUsGtiYWC" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We ate at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQLSgdfDnJL1ayiJvhslkIlKvTxQPJzCQ4MzeQDqL_AbBvvfbMH" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(except we were in Charlotte, of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Andrew normally HATES his birthday. He doesn't really care to make a big deal about himself, which is exactly why I wanted to do something special for him. Morton's was amazing. My cousin, Jan recommended it to us. I think it's safe to say that it's the best steak I've ever had. The asparagus was the size of cigars, and we had an amazing piece of key lime pie for dessert (complete with a candle for Andrew's birthday). The servers were so sweet, and they took a picture of us when we sat down. Later, they put the picture in a card signed by the staff. Overall, it was a great experience, and I'd definitely recommend it to anyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So...Happy Birthday, Andrew! You are a wonderful husband and my very best friend. I am thrilled to be sharing this life with you and can't wait to live all the great times in years to come! Love you! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-3069867777006310630?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3069867777006310630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-three-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/3069867777006310630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/3069867777006310630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-three-one.html' title='The Big Three-One!!!!!!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-6568370238149890148</id><published>2011-01-26T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:59:59.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>26 = the age of forgetfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This week hasn't been good in one particular way. It's safe to say that I'm either losing my mind, extremely fatigued or going into a state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-mature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;. This is not a joke. Today, I managed to buy a loaf of bread...just like I did on Monday! Seriously, two loaves of bread within a few days of each other??? Just when I thought my brain couldn't get any sharper, I arrived home and my sweet hubby helped me unload groceries. As I popped the trunk open, I totally failed to remember that I had one of Andrew's birthday gifts "hidden" there! At least I got to see the expression on his face when he saw it. He was surprised!!!! It's just unfortunate that it had to be today instead of February 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I think I did something else forgetful today, but if you'll believe this...I've forgotten. Andrew is giving me a bed time curfew of 9:30 tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Fortunately, I was able to use all remaining brain power to "coupon" today. I did extremely well between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; and Bi-Lo. 15cent sour cream, free mustard, free pizza (aka dinner) and Blue Bell ice cream were some of the highlight buys. The ice cream wasn't free, but it's Blue Bell ice cream, so it's normally $7. Any time I can get Blue Bell for less than 1/2 the price, it's a win! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In other news (and very random news at that), Andrew had a great experience at the gym on Monday. I probably shouldn't get into all of the details, but here we go. Andrew was doing more sets of reps on a workout machine than normal. A sweet little older man came up to him to ask if the exercise put strain on the abdomen. When Andrew said "no," the man told Andrew that he was glad because he'd just had hernia surgery. Andrew politely said, "Oh, yeah. I know that's not fun, because I've had hernia surgery before." Out of nowhere, the man leaned down closer to Andrew and asked, "Does your OTHER testicle hurt??" Now, I was not there to witness this interaction, but knowing Andrew as I do, I think it's safe to say that his face got a little red as he made the jaw-dropping reaction to this question. Andrew quickly responded that his hernia surgery was not in "that location," and the man let Andrew know that his "other testicle" was indeed hurting. After telling the man that he ought to have that looked at, the conversation sort of died from there. Thank goodness! I knew I shouldn't let Andrew go to the gym by himself. It's not the girls in short shorts that I'm worried about. It's Andrew getting involved in a testicle conversation. That, I don't think he can handle again! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I can't believe that I just typed this. To be honest with you, Andrew made me. In fact, he is sitting here beside me crying laughing! It is a funny story though, and I'm sorry if anyone feels that this was inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well, it's after 9:30 now. We're watching American Idol, and Andrew has given me permission to stay up until 10. Ok, time for bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-6568370238149890148?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6568370238149890148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-age-of-forgetfulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6568370238149890148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6568370238149890148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/26-age-of-forgetfulness.html' title='26 = the age of forgetfulness'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-478167346780479222</id><published>2011-01-23T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:19:37.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Andrew said so...</title><content type='html'>So, here I am...blogging. Andrew suggested that I start getting on here every other day just to update people on the randomness of our lives. Well, on a random note, I don't know if any of you remember, but I used to have a cute little signature at the conclusion of each blog--"Meagan" (of course), since I'm the only one who actually writes on this blog. However, Andrew got a little jealous of the signature. So, the signature is no more. I am going to suggest that he contribute to this blog occasionally, because he's very funny and...it would just be awesome!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after church, Andrew and I joined some people for Mexican. We drove about 15 minutes to this hole in the wall place. I probably couldn't tell you how to make it back there, but oh my goodness. The food was great! A few of our friends who went are full-blooded Mexicans, and Andrew scored the "quote of the day" saying, "I just love going to eat Mexican food with Mexicans!" Classy, babe. I do see where he was coming from, though. Mark and Teresa knew exactly how to order for everyone there based on what their tastes were. I, the boring and predictable one, got my usual combo (cheese dip and chicken quesadilla). It was one good plate of boring and predictable though! The best part of eating today was probably the conversation. We were there with a few couples who've been married for 20+ years and at some point, the conversation turned to marriage. It was interesting to hear how "all women are the same," and "how difficult it is to buy women gifts." I guess married men of all ages share the same struggles involving women. And...without taking this any further, I would think the same thing is true for women! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, we received our year end giving statements from the church. I am not bringing this up to brag in any way, but prioritizing giving to church is extremely important. We gave much more than I ever expected we would/could. It is just great to see how God allows us to put our money where our mouth is...literally. Andrew and I both agreed that we hoped to give even more next year. Personally, I don't feel that giving stops with monetary contributions. I feel that we can all give more, especially in the areas of our time, energy and talents. God is faithful, and he will use our contributions far better and for far greater things than we could ever imagine or do ourselves!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to hear some news this week with the house. We are waiting specifically for the seller to give us a response that could potentially make or break the sale. I guess that the gravity of all the unknown stuff could be stressful, but honestly Andrew and I are comfortable with whatever happens at this point. Hopefully, we'll be sharing some good news about the house in one of our future posts!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend since high school, Jennifer "Young" Peace is pregnant with Baby #2, and we are so thrilled for the Peace family! I can't imagine a happier or more precious baby than Bradford, but I'm sure he or she will be just as adorable. Bradford just turned one year old this week, so they are surely in for a treat this year. I can't wait!!!!!!!! Congratulations, Eliot, Jennifer, and Big Brother Bradford!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I think that's all for now. Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-478167346780479222?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/478167346780479222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-andrew-said-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/478167346780479222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/478167346780479222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-andrew-said-so.html' title='Because Andrew said so...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-154534991148997067</id><published>2011-01-17T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:47:58.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still here...</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure if anyone even reads this blog anymore, since I've become pretty lazy about updating it. Call me crazy, but I just haven't thought that our lives have anything worth blogging about. Well, the other day I started thinking about how busy we've been. So, I decided to bring you up to speed--that is for anyone still reading!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work: I've taken a new position in the newborn nursery. I absolutely love working with babies and their parents. I don't think that I'll ever be able to work with another age group. Babies are just better! Think about it-- wouldn't you rather change a diaper on a baby than an adult? The best part of the job change for me is the fact that I no longer work the weekend!!!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Church: Church is still going well, and we're in the middle of contemplating another move...to a better location. We have added some new families and things are really starting to fall into place. We sent a great offering to the Oliver Gospel Mission in downtown Columbia for Christmas, and it was so great contributing to such a wonderful organization! I am still singing every Sunday and Gavin even plays drums for us occasionally. Andrew is continuing as the main teaching/preaching pastor, and I must say that he's doing a wonderful job. He tells partially un-true stories involving me (the innocent wife) at times, but it's okay. I know he's just trying to make a point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House!!!!: We have put and had an offer accepted on a house. Nothing's final yet, since we are in the process of inspections and all that jazz. We are hopeful...more to come on this later! I don't want to say too much at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We just bought a new camera, and we love it!!! No more waiting for 5 seconds from the time you hit the button til the camera actually takes the picture!!!!! Andrew and I both got some money for Christmas, so we chose to combine it for an even better gift. Thanks to all who contributed the funds!!!!!! Hopefully, you'll see a lot of pics on here now...since picture taking will be fun, new and exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We are becoming faithful members of the gym. You know you're going regularly when the people at the desk know you by name...before they scan your ID card! ;-) I can feel myself getting healthy again...and I like it. Now, if I could only give up the sweets. Cannot.do.it. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am currently killing my husband in Wii basketball. Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am currently killing my husband in Wii frisbee, table tennis, and most other Wii sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Andrew is barely beating me in Wii bowling and archery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I accidentally was playing with Darcy (Sara Lynn's new dog) and not balancing correctly on the Wii fit board recently. Now, my Wii fit age is........drumroll...........39 years old. Wow, didn't see that one coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Olive Garden's unlimited soup and salad on Sunday for lunch has currently been one of our #1's. The chicken gnocchi rocks. Please, go try it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Andrew got Mike Holmes' "Holmes Magazine" subscription for Christmas. He's so excited...you should see his face right now! I really hope we get this house. It seems as if he may have some projects to tackle right away! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. This Christmas, we were able to spend time with both sides of my extended family. We spent Christmas afternoon with Andrew's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I hope this doesn't sound like a rant, but if I hear one more teacher (or anyone for that matter) complain about going back to work tomorrow (after being out of school for the past six school days)...I will scream. Well, not really scream...but I would like to say "Come on, people!" Yes, South Carolina did just have the Blizzard of '11 which crippled our state. However, some of us having been working every day through the whole thing. I love my job, but some of us don't even get national holidays...or three month summer breaks. That's all I have to say ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note...I think I should go to bed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-154534991148997067?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/154534991148997067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/154534991148997067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/154534991148997067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re still here...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-2561310551004975390</id><published>2010-10-16T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:05:20.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Life: Please Slow Down. Thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If there's one thing that's certain right now for Andrew and me, it's that our life together is crazy. Although Andrew has some flexibility and routine to his schedule, my work schedule is always shaking things up just a bit. This past week, I worked Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights--which kinda stinks, because you never feel as if you have time to recover or get anything done before you're right back in the swing of night shift again. When I woke up on Friday, I felt as if I hadn't even slept since 0830 that morning. Sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, since waking up, our lives have stayed busy. We ate dinner and had game night with some friends last night, grabbed Andrew's hunting stuff from his parents' basement, and finally came home. Today, Andrew left for hunting around 0530 this morning. Would you believe that I couldn't go back to sleep?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARRGGH&lt;/span&gt;! I remembered that Old Navy was having certain sweaters on sale for $10 from 7am-10am. So, you guessed it. I did something that I've NEVER done before...got up early to shop. I kid you not. I've NEVER done that before! My sleep has always been more important than a sale. Besides, I just convince myself that I can live without it. Well, not today. I was the first person in the store. I felt so weird walking around with my coffee. I needed an IV hooked up with some caffeine infusing. I may have been awake, but I was still kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;of out of it. I did get some pretty cute things...and saved $98. Feels good...but I don't think I'll be doing that again any time soon...make that ever! At this point, I was in Old Navy and on the phone with my mom...which I continued to do as I ran errands for about 2 hours. After Andrew got home, I ran and grabbed Jersey Mike's (which we LOVE), then we ate and took a long nap...almost 3 hours. Yeah, we were tired. After I finally got up, we did some house hunting and spent a little time over at Andrew's parents' house with Manning and Wyatt. I bought Wyatt a cute little light blue jacket at Old Navy for $2, and of course, I wanted to see if it fit. Now, we're both sitting on the couch watching the Carolina game. Man, they better not lose this one!!!!!!!! I go back to work this week :-(  ! Then, we go to the SC State Fair on Thursday. I am so excited that we have ride tickets, even though I'm an old woman and can't ride all the cool rides like I used to. Who am I kidding? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I used to ride those every year when I was a kid, and every year I threw up. Can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Andrew killed a pretty nice deer a couple of weeks ago, and I have been instructed to provide you with pictures. He recently decided to get it mounted, so I decided to go shopping ;-) We like to keep things even around here. I have a few more hundred dollars to go. He says, "At least my deer will feed the family, and your purchase won't." I say, unfortunately mounting a dead animal is no different than me going out and buying a $300 beanie baby and hanging it from the ceiling fan. We have differences in opinions as you can tell. Honestly, I don't mind as long as those deer never make it into our living room. This just in: they never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TLpVTksiZgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-Xi5icDFgJ8/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528825287307060738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TLpYU05z8gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lwmbFCiAxhY/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528828607372456450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Other random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. My best friend Camille is ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so happy for her and Chris, and can't wait for the wedding and fun trips to Charleston. More to come on this over the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Our new favorite show: Undercover Boss. Unfortunately, I cry every time. You should really watch it! Sunday nights at 9pm...unless football is still on (which it always is) and you'll have to wait until it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Speaking of favorite shows: We are so behind on Grey's Anatomy, since I've worked a lot Thursday nights lately. We'll also miss this week's episode because of the fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Last week's Carolina game vs. Alabama was AMAZING, and we were able to be there! I was running of 4 hours of sleep (of course), but Andrew was so sweet and brought me Coke to help me make it through!!!!!! Andrew made sure to save his ticket and pass on the free Rush's sandwich. He thought it was more important to keep the ticket from the first game where we beat a #1 team. Can't say that I blame him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I need to go now. Carolina is not handling this game as well as we were hoping. More updates coming soon...bye for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-2561310551004975390?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2561310551004975390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-life-please-slow-down-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2561310551004975390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2561310551004975390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-life-please-slow-down-thank-you.html' title='Dear Life: Please Slow Down. Thank you.'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TLpVTksiZgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-Xi5icDFgJ8/s72-c/IMG_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-365682310703523036</id><published>2010-09-28T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:00:43.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what we did today???</title><content type='html'>So, we did it. Andrew and I finally joined a gym. I am so excited, and even though Andrew is probably not as excited...he's still acting like it! When I was at Carolina, our workout center was incredible. Camille, Jennifer and I used to do aerobics at "the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Strom&lt;/span&gt;" all the time. I remember those days (and situations) fondly...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. There was the time where I had to leave the class in the middle of the jump rope session because my bladder control is that of my mother's (which isn't saying much.) I haven't even had kids yet, and I'm doomed. I think it's from holding in so much during high school. You don't use the bathrooms in high school unless you smoke. At least, that's how it was at Greenwood High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. There was the time to where "Wanda Workout Queen" was all in our personal space, and I almost had to deal with it. Well, I did ask her to move. I'd like to say that I asked her nicely, but sadly she had me so annoyed that I failed. She was mean, too! Oh, I wish I could go back in time and not be so annoyed...oh well, you live-you learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. There were the times where Camille and I were all about our Kickboxing and the instructor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bronwyn&lt;/span&gt;. We just loved her. She was in law school, and so athletic, and we just wanted to be just like her when we grew up. Well, three years later...and (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt;) I, at least, am still out of shape. Her influence didn't work as well as she'd hoped. I bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bronwyn's&lt;/span&gt; not out of shape. She was the best kickboxing instructor ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. There were the times in kickboxing where Jennifer did the most awesomely hilarious shoulder rolls in warm ups. That's all I'm going to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. There were the times where we completely blew our workouts by eating poorly afterwards. Yeah, that was fun!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll keep you posted as to how the "shape up" process works out. Andrew has to go over to his parents' house tomorrow to find "work out" shoes. Yes, it's been that long for him! Also, he informed me tonight that he had some "And 1" shorts that he could work out in. Seriously? I think I was in middle school the last time that brand was sported! He said tonight, "What are your plans for tomorrow? Cause, I'd like to be able to walk the next day!" Precious! So, here we are-- the 26 year old, washed up, haven't-played-sports-since-college-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intramurals&lt;/span&gt; girl and the 30 year old, washed up, preacher who has started to go gray since the last time he pumped iron. Well, all I can say is that this should be interesting. Stay tuned, my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Andrew wants you all to know that he's still underweight for his height, which I'd like to add is easily accomplished when you're 9 feet tall and nothing sticks to you. I would also like to add that underweight does not equal healthy. Thank you, that is all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-365682310703523036?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/365682310703523036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-what-we-did-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/365682310703523036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/365682310703523036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-what-we-did-today.html' title='Guess what we did today???'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8086158853727948896</id><published>2010-09-24T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:56:19.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>almost fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight is just a lazy night for me while Andrew's hunting, so I thought I'd catch up on some blogging. Actually, I've been cleaning and doing a little organizing, so at least I'm not completely lazy! And...I'm going to turn off the show "The Real Housewives of Atlanta" because it's really annoying me. Their rings cost more than what I make in a year. Wow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life is still steadily busy for Andrew and me. Andrew now has a new office, so he's not having to do everything (including weekly meetings) at the apartment, which is nice for both of us. We have faithfully attended all the home games at Carolina so far, but I'm really looking forward to watching tomorrow's game against Auburn from the comfort of a couch! Well, we're watching our nephews during the game, so I may not be sitting too much. Nothing could excite me more though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Andrew has already started hunting again, and he got a 7pt buck the other night. His next mission is to take me with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recently, we bit the bullet and shelled out some bucks for a new mattress. All I can say is: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tempurpedic&lt;/span&gt; mattress, where have you been all my life?????? We are so happy with it, and we even moved up to a king size...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! I'm just as excited about the fact that we now have a bed in the other bedroom, which is still Andrew's office! So, bring on the guests! (Hint hint: Mom and Dad!!!) It's a little cramped in there, but it works! Also, Andrew still has his deer and fish mounted in there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Family update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dad is still working away in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cayce&lt;/span&gt; as their interim city manager! I don't know if I blogged to announce before, but Mom was selected Ninety Six &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Primary's&lt;/span&gt; teacher of the year and also as Greenwood 52's district teacher of the year. I just couldn't be prouder of my parents. They work so hard and with such integrity. I just want to be like them when I grow up! ;-) We have been able to see them a little more lately, since they have season tickets to the Carolina games now! I'm so glad we all got to see Carolina beat Georgia!!!!!!!!!! Gavin is busy training at Starbucks and playing gigs during the week and on weekends at churches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, it's time to go. Hopefully, I'll keep being a good blogger....we'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8086158853727948896?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8086158853727948896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8086158853727948896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8086158853727948896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-fall.html' title='almost fall...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7759451897543691228</id><published>2010-08-15T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:05:16.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Lampoon's St. Helena Island Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;As you all know, Andrew and I are on vacation right now. It's been fun having no set agenda and just being able to spend some time together. However, as we were driving today, I told Andrew that too many funny things had happened so far on our "vacation" for me NOT to blog about. So, here they are (in no particular order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. We left Columbia on Wednesday. Right as we got onto the interstate (which is 1 mile from our apartment), we hit a huge traffic jam with all the lights and sirens. Let's just say that it took us 45 minutes to get 3 miles away from our apartment, which would normally take about 5 minutes. Ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. We decided to look for Andrew some cool Crocs on Thursday, which took most of the morning and required driving about an hour to Bluffton. Anyway, we decided to go and eat an early dinner in downtown Beaufort when we got back. Unfortunately, Andrew noticed that my tire was "on the ground" flat as soon as we arrived. One call to AAA, 1.5 hours later, and an order of fried pickles at Luther's...we finally got the spare tire on (which was also sorta flat). It was also a billion degrees outside. Andrew wants me to know that he was the one outside while I was inside eating pickles. What can I say?? Someone had to stay and finish them and pay the bill, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. (Sort of a continuation of #2) We were fortunate in finding a Tire Kingdom just around the corner from where we were. We were unfortunate to find out when we arrived that their night shift workers didn't show up, and we wouldn't be able to have our tire fixed. I just marveled as Andrew offered to pay ANY amount for the mechanic to stay and fix our tire. It worked, and of course, we wound up buying a new tire since the flat tire was unable to be fixed. We also left a pretty hefty tip. Hey, Andrew promised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Andrew has caught two stingrays in the ocean so far. He had to get on his iPhone to research what to do in this situation. First words of caution: "Don't try to be a hero." He had to tell me "no" like a child as I attempted to slide the stingray back into the water. I'm sorry but I just can't watch a helpless creature lay there and suffocate. Andrew reminded me that if I got near it, then we'd be making a trip to the hospital. Andrew wants you to know that both Stingray A and Stingray B were "flopping around and whipping their tails." Yes, they were sort of mean. Andrew cut his line off both times, and they made it safely back into the ocean. I guess that bait just wasn't worth it after all, stingrays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 and 6 go together and they involve cash (or our lack thereof):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. Andrew has a friend who has planted a church in Bluffton, SC, about an hour away from where we're staying. On the way this morning (as we were already running late since about 7 people on the road were going 10 miles UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT), Andrew commented, "I hope we don't need cash today, because I sure did leave it at the house!" (We did have enough for offering...) Andrew and I were planning on going to Hilton Head after church to pick up a chair that we'd purchased previously over the phone from a store who's sister store is located where we're staying in St. Helena Island (confusing, I know). So, we decided just to grab something super quick and cheap on our way to this store. Wendy's was the choice. We placed our order, handed them our credit card, began eating some of our fries, sipping our drinks...and whamm! Wendy's credit card computer thing decides to stop working. As the line piled up behind us in what was a terribly uncomfortable situation, the poor guy didn't know what to do. Long story short--we left with our card and no food as Wendy's quickly declared "cash only" as of that moment. Isn't that ridiculous? At least we got a fry and a sip of coke out of that situation. Andrew's last words in Wendy's were, "Man...I really wanted to eat that burger!" Mine were, "I'm writing a letter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Keep in mind that we STILL had no cash at this point and you guessed it; we don't own ATM cards either. Just call us super prepared! So, we were still hungry and still on our way to the store to pick up our chair in Sea Pines, Hilton Head, SC.... $5 cash only entry fee!!!!! As we drove up to the gate, Andrew said, "I sure hope they take cards!" What do ya know?? Of course they didn't!!!! So there we sat...an hour away from our house and cash and five minutes away from this store...talk about irony. We tried to smooth talk the officer, but he wasn't buying it. At this point Andrew was livid. So, we decided to go into a nearby Publix to see if we could just write them a check and get cash that way. Still starving, we bought sandwiches from their deli and wrote a check for $20 over the total amount, just to get some stinking cash! It worked. Finally, we were fed, we paid the toll, and we found the store to pick up our chair. After all of this, Andrew was dying to get out of Hilton Head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. We've also been here since Wednesday. As of today, our grand total of sun and beach time= (drumroll.................2 hours!) Yes! You guessed it...it's rained the past two days. Of course, we spent the first two sunny days Crocs hunting, tire fixing, grocery shopping, and traveling. Did I mention that our umbrella broke during the first 30 minutes of that 2 hours worth of beach time?? Yep, some 5 year old girl was chasing it down the beach since we were too busy playing a highly competitive game of bocce ball which I was currently losing. That also stinks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. We've been super shoppers at a roadside bait/fresh seafood stand for..ummm, every day since we've been here. Andrew likes to get bait there for catching all those sharks and stingrays, and we buy our shrimp and fresh veggies there (that we forget from the store). As were buying for our low country boil on Friday, we picked out a pack of bait, 1.5 lbs of jumbo shrimp and an onion. Our grand total was $15,447.00!!!!!!!!!! The look on the owner's face was awesome (as I'm sure our faces were as well!) I just offered him our car. Not too sure if that would've covered it with the gimp tire and all...Would you believe that we don't have that kind of cash just hanging around??? Hahahaha... funny, funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Disclaimer: We really are having a good time and even as I type this, we're sitting here laughing about all of it. Please don't think we're complaining, but you gotta admit that these situations are a bit comical. I just felt like I definitely had something to blog about today. After all, we do get to look at things like this every night. Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGiANIYLf9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/az56xAHQaL8/s400/iPhonesunset.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505791507535986642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7759451897543691228?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7759451897543691228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/national-lampoons-st-helena-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7759451897543691228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7759451897543691228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/national-lampoons-st-helena-island.html' title='National Lampoon&apos;s St. Helena Island Vacation...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGiANIYLf9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/az56xAHQaL8/s72-c/iPhonesunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-109900066258314144</id><published>2010-08-14T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:07:35.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little time for blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGa9vQjQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B1liy_5Jums/s1600/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finally, Andrew and I are spending some much needed time on vacation. Of course, it's raining today, but that's just an opportunity to catch up on some reading, coupon organizing, and blogging. What a busy month it's been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGa8SvQT8yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/klUydFwoJV0/s400/365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505294624615559970" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As most of you probably know by now, my sweet and precious Grandfather passed away on July 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I think our family is beginning to adjust, but it has been one of the most difficult times for us. "Grandaddy" (as we refer to him) was one of the greatest men that I've ever known, and we shared a very close relationship--closer than most grandchild/grandparent relationships. I can't count the memories I have of us...taking trips together in his yellow truck with the "I'd rather be hunting" license plate on it or the grey car with dark blue cloth seats (I still remember how good that car smelled!!!!), him letting me play with his hunting beagles at the house, going to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shealy's&lt;/span&gt; barbecue in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saluda&lt;/span&gt;, watching him in the garden, cutting him a huge piece of cake for dessert, seeing him at church three times a week, or just sitting around and talking to he and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grandmama&lt;/span&gt; for hours anytime I was home for a visit from college. I can't keep going with memories, because this post would be much too long, and I'm already crying now. Above all, Grandaddy was the most godly man I've ever known. He had such a strong faith in God that completely directed his relationships with God and with others. Over the days following his death, we were flooded by people who told us stories of his kindness to them. Have gave so much of himself, yet never expected recognition for it. He only pointed others to the only way he was able to love: Jesus. In his last few years, he was only saddened by the fact that he physically couldn't do more for others. In a time where so many people are concerned about only themselves, his desire was to do more for others. He truly set a example for our family that I only pray I can get close to. He was faithful to God, his wife, his family, and his church. We will never know another one like him. Although I consider myself blessed to have had all four grandparents until this year, I will never go a day without missing him or the godly wisdom that just seemed to flow from him.  What an honor to have him and love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, after the month of July, it was clear that vacation was important now more than ever. We had rented a house in Beaufort for the month and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Winburns&lt;/span&gt; came for the first week. Now, it's our turn until I have to go back to work in almost two weeks. It's hard to believe that summer will be over soon. Andrew keeps dreading it, because we all know how much that boy likes his tan! Oh, he also did something two days ago that he said he'd NEVER do: bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Oh, the irony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGa9vQjQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/B1liy_5Jums/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505296214101383266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all fairness though, the beach in front of the house has a lot of shells on it, and I had already bitten the bullet a few years ago to buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;. We didn't have any luck finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; ones, but maybe he'll like them so much that he'll have two pair one day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note: On Monday, my mom was announced as Greenwood District 52's Teacher of the Year! We are so proud of her, and always have been. Mom has been teaching for close to 30 years, so it's so nice to see her win this award before she retires...hopefully soon!! Congratulations, Mom!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, back to a rainy day on vacation. More to come later!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-109900066258314144?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/109900066258314144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-time-for-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/109900066258314144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/109900066258314144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-time-for-blogging.html' title='A little time for blogging...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/TGa8SvQT8yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/klUydFwoJV0/s72-c/365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-79581364849337287</id><published>2010-07-12T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:19:30.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far this summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, here I am...back to the blogging world. It only took me two months. I guess it's time for an update. Some things have happened since May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Andrew and I did go down to Charleston in late May to house-sit for my friend Camille's parents. We had a great time and came to the realization that we could live in Charleston...ahh, coastal life. Maybe one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-I managed to read the entire "Twilight" series. Those books are the easiest read ever. When I could actually have time to sit down and read them, it took me probably an average of 2 days per book. I know everyone has a different view on reading books about vampires, but I just really like the way the author develops the plot and her characters. Besides, I haven't done any leisure reading since before college. Those textbooks really take it out of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Andrew and I planted a garden at his parents' house this year, with much more success than last year's...thanks to some awesome deer repellent "things!" (I'm not really sure what they're called, but they definitely have helped keep the deer out!) Despite some issues, we're seeing a lot of peppers, cucumbers, and tomatoes. It's pretty cool to get into gardening again. It's weird though, because it makes me feel old and young again at the same time. I can remember my dad gardening and how much work he put into it each year. I can also remember the smell of sevin dust, cherry tomatoes, and the job of snapping and shelling peas and beans each summer. Watching God's earth grow is a cool thing though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We celebrated Ellie's 4th birthday and Manning's 3rd birthday just a day apart in June. They're growing up way too fast. Manning and Ellie both got sleeping bags from Uncle Andrew and Aunt Meagan. Of course, Manning got a "Buzz-Wightyeeeear" one and Ellie got Disney Princesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We had a visit from Josh, Beth (my cousin) and Levi one weekend one their way back from the beach. We hung out a little bit on Saturday afternoon, then Cookie (Andrew's mom) volunteered to let Levi sleep at her house while we all went to dinner that night. Cute story alert**** When we took Levi over to the Winburns', Manning, Wyatt, Philip, and Emily Ann were hanging out over there. Apparently, Manning forgot all about Wyatt for a little bit and focused all attention on Levi. My guess is that Levi just seemed more fun to him at the time because he was in the process of just starting to crawl at that point. Anyway, Beth was changing Levi and getting him ready for bed and of course, Manning had to come. She looked down at Levi and said, "I love you, Levi." Then, Manning looked at Levi and said, "I yuuuv you too, Yeevi." So precious! ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-My Dad has left retirement to take an interim city manager position in Cayce, SC which is just minutes outside of downtown Columbia, SC. He started two weeks ago, and so far-so good. The position is for 6 months, while the city of Cayce works to hire a full-time manager. I knew he couldn't stay out of work for long! It's nice knowing that he's close by though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Gavin is at &lt;a href="http://pinecove.com/"&gt;Pine Cove Camp&lt;/a&gt; in Tyler, Texas for his 3rd summer! I miss him being around Columbia, but know he's having a great time working with all the families and youth that take part in the camp each year. Pine Cove is a HUGE camp spanning several campuses in Texas that allows individual kids or families to spend time together and grow closer to God in the process. I'm proud of him and can't wait to see what he gets himself into when he comes back home....after all, he did graduate this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We've seen several movies later, so I guess I can give my pitiful critique as usual:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;"Run Fat Boy, Run"&lt;/b&gt; was a pretty funny movie, but honestly, it's been so long since we watched it. I guess it's always hilarious to see a British guy running down the street with tight "too short" shorts on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;"Avatar&lt;/b&gt;": I think this movie surprised Andrew, because in the end...he really liked it. The story line was pretty cool along with the special effects. However, do people really think we'll be doing that kind of stuff in the year 2040???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;"Closer"&lt;/b&gt;: I definitely would not recommend this movie, but it had some interesting real life situations in it. The movie however is just about four people who are all living a lie...kinda depressing. Motto: Don't watch a movie just because you typically like the actress in her other movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;"Land of the Lost"&lt;/b&gt;: The above motto applies here. I love Will Ferrell, so of course you'd think this movie would be good. Not so much. Andrew fell asleep and we didn't even make it to the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;"Up in the Air"&lt;/b&gt;: Another interesting movie about a man who makes a living firing people so that companies don't have to do it for themselves. Again, some deceit going on in this movie, but it had it's moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;"Valentine's Day"&lt;/b&gt;: If you like seeing a bunch of well known actors and actresses get about 5 min of fame a piece, then this is the movie for you. I think I couldn't about 13 famous faces in this movie. I'm pretty sure I don't ever like seeing McDreamy in a role other than Derek Shepherd and McSteamy in a role in which he doesn't like girls. That may reveal too much about the movie. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;"It's Complicated"&lt;/b&gt;: Not the greatest message, but still an entertaining movie at points. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;"17 Again"&lt;/b&gt;: This is sort of a "Freaky Friday" type movie, but still a decent one. At least this married couple stays together!!! So nice to actually see that for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;"Eclipse: The Twilight Saga"&lt;/b&gt;: I just went to see this one last week with a friend, since Andrew refuses. He made it through "Twilight" and "New Moon" with me, but I think he couldn't handle Part 3. I was surprised at how much was left out and embellished from the book at the same time. I also think it's funny how Jasper develops a southern accent since the last film. However, these movies are still cool and I don't care what anyone else says ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whew! That was a long movie review...ok, well it's time to start dinner so I'd better go. Until next time!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-79581364849337287?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/79581364849337287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-far-this-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/79581364849337287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/79581364849337287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-far-this-summer.html' title='So far this summer...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8021214256563575238</id><published>2010-05-04T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:15:24.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in the Winburn home...</title><content type='html'>I must admit,  I've never been this faithful with blogging. I attribute it to 1) Andrew encouraging me to keep it up and 2) being on a "blogger high" right now ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has already been busy, and it's about to get crazier. I thought I'd go ahead and let you know what's going on. Then, hopefully I'll still be on the blogger high and post pictures of all these events next week. Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked on Monday night, came home and slept 'til around 1:30 this afternoon. After running errands, I came home and Andrew and I got ready for some church friends to come over. We grilled hamburgers by the pool, and finally called it a night because --&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drum roll&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;mosquitoes have already made their annoying appearance. Boo, I don't like them at all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will work Wednesday and Thursday nights while Andrew finishes everything up for church on Sunday. On Friday, after a couple hours of sleep, Andrew and I will head downtown to Gavin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USC&lt;/span&gt; graduation. I cannot believe that my little brother is graduating college. I am so proud of him! After spending time with the Browns, we'll head to Anderson on Friday night to wake up bright and early for Sara Lynn's (Andrew's youngest sister's) graduation ceremony on Saturday morning. I hope the weather is nice, because outdoor graduations are awesome. I remember mine so fondly...I almost passed out from the heat! Ha! The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winburn&lt;/span&gt; family will travel to Anderson for this event, so that should be pretty fun. I'm anxious to see Molly, Ellie, Manning, and Wyatt all together at a graduation. I really hope to run into Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Deedy&lt;/span&gt; Francis while we're there, too. She taught me private voice lessons from 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. What a special lady! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point on Saturday afternoon, we'll head back to Columbia to get ready for Sunday. I'll be off til next Thursday, so it'll be so nice having a few days to just relax. At least this is Nurses' Week, so we've had a few fun things going on at work: wearing fun scrubs, ice cream parties, free barbecue tomorrow night, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other random news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Andrew and I finished watching all season of "The Office!!!!!!" I must admit that I was sad for that to come to an end. It was fun going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; and watching random marathons, and there's no better show to do that with. Hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; movies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Night at the Museum II:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; Really a movie for the kids, but I'd never seen the first one, so I     thought, "Hey, why not watch the second!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Because I Said So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: Typical movie...sort of funny, sort of romantic, sort of annoying at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: A war movie of Spartans fighting against King Xerxes of Persia. It got weird and gory at times, but it wasn't horrible. Wow, I bet you really wanna watch all these don't ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;The Box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: This was an extremely interesting movie (kinda sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;) with some EXTREME spiritual symbolism. However, I wouldn't call it spiritual. Anyway, if you're in the mood for something different...this is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-We're going to Charleston in May to hang out with Miss Camille and house sit for her parents. I am so pumped! You will definitely hear more about this random fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-This just in: Andrew is now tired and ready to go to sleep, so he has no random news to share with you all. On that note, I should probably turn the computer off for now. &lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8021214256563575238?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8021214256563575238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week-in-winburn-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8021214256563575238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8021214256563575238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-week-in-winburn-home.html' title='This week in the Winburn home...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8549345264535680847</id><published>2010-05-02T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:04:48.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue...</title><content type='html'>Life is definitely full of different seasons, and this one is--well, it's interesting and highly incompatible with a "normal life schedule" at times. Like today-- (Sunday). I worked last night from 7pm til this morning at 7am. After giving report on my babies, I drove home, walked into apartment around 7:45 as Andrew was walking out, took a shower, fell asleep on the bed for 15 minutes, and was at church to practice music at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I am in no way trying to complain about my life, only trying to share with some who don't know and might be curious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church, I came home and was in the bed by 12 noon.  I slept soundly, without earplugs, in the middle of the day, until 6pm! Even then, Andrew had to force me to wake up! At least I can be grateful for the ability to sleep through just about anything. It never fails that 30 kids are screaming like crazy at our pool during my sleep time, and Andrew always is amazed at how I can sleep straight through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am...blogging to the world (somewhat awake) while Andrew tries to stay awake after a long day. Sundays are pretty big days for him, and if you don't know it already--we're prone to have "interesting" things come up on a Sunday that are flat out energy drainers. To top off just being busy on a Sunday, he still found time to go to Target for some medicine for me, grab this week's paper (for coupons), took the church trailer back, went to his parents' house and spent time with Molly and Ellie (our nieces), and came home to wake me up and heat up some leftovers for me. All I can say is...what a man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, Andrew's made smoothies...we're going out to the pool to enjoy the last few minutes of daylight. Peace out!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8549345264535680847?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8549345264535680847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/fatigue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8549345264535680847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8549345264535680847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8863366865395050578</id><published>2010-04-26T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:27:41.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can you see????"</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Andrew and I had the opportunity to help with the National Federation of the Blind's fundraiser. Each year, the NFB holds a barbecue, and we volunteered to walk some of "the blind" (oohhh...that sounds bad) around various parts of the city to sell tickets. Andrew and I were able to pair up with Justin, who's a member of generation church. It was so much fun! We met some interesting folks, and we managed to sell 24 tickets. At $7 each...that's pretty good. Our last stop was where we hit the jackpot. It was the sweetest man, a retired orthodontist who enjoyed our company...very much! Not to sound all cocky, but he was a huge fan of me. I know that sounds bad, but it was just so cute how he kept asking Andrew things like, "How'd you get so lucky?" Hey, it made my day. The day I'm not attractive to an 82 year old...I'm in trouble ;-) He bought 7 tickets, and Justin said that I could be the MVP for the day. Other highlights: almost getting attacked by a dog, seeing a man with his t-shirt tucked into his underwear, having a lady on a guilt trip who said "no" at first chasing us down in her car to make a donation, and meeting a super sweet couple who we got to talk with for a few minutes (their daughter was adorable!) Probably the funniest moment, which unfortunately I missed, was Andrew's van story. Volunteers dropped everyone off on their assigned streets. As Andrew was getting into the passenger seat of the van, the driver looked over at him and quickly asked, "Can you see???" After Andrew said, "Uhh, yes," the driver handed him some papers and said, "Good. I'm looking for Whittaker Street." Andrew almost died telling me that story. Sadly, we didn't take any pictures. Are you surprised? We finished off the night with pizza and cupcakes. What a good Monday.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8863366865395050578?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8863366865395050578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8863366865395050578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8863366865395050578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-see.html' title='&quot;Can you see????&quot;'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7260593838060503114</id><published>2010-04-21T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:22:32.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days in Greenwood...fishing and singing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88lZuKXItI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tEYC9OXIZA0/s1600/fishing+036.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88lZuKXItI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tEYC9OXIZA0/s400/fishing+036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462625996842148562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, friends, I know you're all shocked beyond belief that I'm updating my blog twice in two weeks. So am I. However, I have some pictures that are just too cute not to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last weekend, Andrew and I (Gavin too!) headed to Greenwood on a Friday afternoon. I had to sing in Evie Wilson's wedding on Saturday, so we thought we'd just make a trip out of it! I just love going home. It's always fun to see what Mom and Dad are doing new to the house, hear stories about how Reuben (their cute chocolate lab) has run away and returned, and spend time with them! On Friday night, Mom and Dad made us an incredible dinner, including some macaroni and cheese! On Saturday, after I practiced for the wedding, we all went to the pond for some fishing. This pond is actually land that was once my great-grandfathers, now it's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PaPa's&lt;/span&gt; land in the country. The pond on the land is pretty big, but they had to re-stock it about 7 years ago. Apparently, it was having some issues. So, we're always concerned as to whether we'll catch any good size fish out there when we go. It's always fun though, regardless! We found out that Beth, Josh, and Levi were in town on Saturday too! They stopped by the pond to say hello right in the middle of what should be Levi's nap time. We got some CUTE pictures of him. It's hard to believe that he's 8 months old...just like it's hard to believe we'll be married for 8 months tomorrow!!!!!! Crazy! Hope you enjoy the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levis' first time at the pond--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h5uPbj6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kcKla8Ca0-s/s1600/fishing+033.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h5uPbj6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/kcKla8Ca0-s/s400/fishing+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462622148572712866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reaching for the fish--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h5dGrH4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eGqjErP4K20/s1600/fishing+030.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h5dGrH4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eGqjErP4K20/s400/fishing+030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462622143972581250" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love the hair-do--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4wcr2nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_Ks4W-Q1mOA/s1600/fishing+016.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4wcr2nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_Ks4W-Q1mOA/s400/fishing+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462622131985308274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;huge catch--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4jqfqEI/AAAAAAAAAII/e5HXeY_OaUw/s1600/fishing+006.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4jqfqEI/AAAAAAAAAII/e5HXeY_OaUw/s400/fishing+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462622128553568322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;award winning--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4KIbK9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xs6232LjcC4/s1600/fishing+004.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88h4KIbK9I/AAAAAAAAAIA/xs6232LjcC4/s400/fishing+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462622121699781586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;wedding singers--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88laQ_4HfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2fVaxEXKKNg/s400/wedding+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with the beautiful bride--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88lanUkaNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5dD-Nab4LH8/s400/wedding+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;exhausted after a long weekend--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/S88lZ-RXWFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A8d6AfAC2UA/s400/wedding+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7260593838060503114?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7260593838060503114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/few-days-in-greenwoodfishing-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8434466077433965438</id><published>2010-04-09T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:00:00.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad blogger update...</title><content type='html'>It's official. I'm a horrible "blogger." Why can't I just do a little bit all along instead of having to do a huge catch-up every two months? I guess I'll never learn.  Well, here it is, all the random stuff in no particular order:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Duke: Yes! NCAA tournament champs. I can't begin to go on and on and on and on...and on and on about how excited I was that they won on Monday. Too bad I was working all night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Work: I am now working night shift. Yippee. It's actually going well, even though it takes some adjusting at times. Which leads to #3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We decided that we needed an office space for Andrew, since I'd be sleeping during the day after work. So, we made the big move to the two bedroom apartment, and we're still in the same apartment complex. We're closer to the pool, with a much better view...so that's nice! That also means no house hunting for a while, since we signed another lease. We had been looking a lot before we decided to do the two bedroom thing, and I just don't think we were ready! That's a crazy amount of work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We have become addicted to "the Office." I mean, who isn't really? One of our favorite things to do is pull up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; on the computer to watch an episode. We're almost caught up to the current season. I have never seen Andrew laugh this much before. He was literally crying last night during the episode where Dwight pranks everyone with the fire drill and Kevin busts out the snack machine for food. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Gavin and Sara Lynn graduate this May. I think that is insane! I am so proud of them both...and very excited about Sara Lynn's graduation gift that I bought yesterday! We'll be going to Gavin's graduation on a Friday, then leaving for Anderson for Sara Lynn's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Another addiction: smoothies! Andrew and I are having smoothies on a regular basis. We are trying to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;healthier&lt;/span&gt;. It's going well, but we still have an occasional pizza. That will probably never cease to exist ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Andrew and I both had birthdays in the past few months. I am married to a 30 year old! Wow. We didn't do anything huge to celebrate our birthdays...just had fun spending them together. We definitely broke the health food kick we were going for...let's just say that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Movies we've watched recently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"The Box" (weird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"The Time Traveler's Wife" (I liked it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"New Moon: The Twilight Saga" (pretty good for movies that Andrew and I vowed once never to watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. We broke down and bought a new TV, and I must say that it was just in time. I know Andrew was thrilled to watch the NCAA tournament on it. He's really happy about it, and that makes me happy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know this is a pretty pathetic update. However, these are just some of the things that are going on in our lives right now. I will try to be better about blogging by putting up more pics, but I'm not promising anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8434466077433965438?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8434466077433965438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-blogger-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8434466077433965438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8434466077433965438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/bad-blogger-update.html' title='Bad blogger update...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8401194390722304969</id><published>2010-02-10T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:00:17.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried...</title><content type='html'>What a day! Well, I hope you're in for a crazy story from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 I walk downstairs to get in my car just as always. As I make it to the bottom of the stairs, I see three police cars. Right in front of my car (near the next apartment building across the lot) there was an officer talking with someone. That's all I could see. It was still pretty dark outside. Honestly, my first thought was, "Ok. One of these guys has to move so that I can go to work!" Right about that time, I heard a police officer yell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am.  You need to go back inside to your apartment....NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I just froze, looked at him, and said, "Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran upstairs, got Andrew, and called into work to tell them that unfortunately, I would be barricaded in my apartment until further notice. Honestly, my heart was racing just a little. What could be so bad out there that had that police officer in such a fuss?? Andrew and I turned the news on to see if anything was up, but really didn't find out much. We called the front office to the apartment complex, not really expecting to get anyone on the phone. However, we were a little concerned to reach a REAL LIVE answering service. Apparently, a LOT of residents were calling and they had to use a corporate service to handle all the calls. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Andrew and I then proceed to keep "re-checking the situation." Andrew would look down the stairs, with me yelling in the background, "BE CAREFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!" Around 7 am, Andrew noticed that people were getting in their cars. After he walked me to my car, I went to work...still not knowing what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was at work, Andrew did some snooping and found out the deal. Apparently, there was a domestic dispute and the guy ran into the woods with an automatic rifle...(a.k.a. machine gun) Seriously???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's exact words: "We're moving."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8401194390722304969?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8401194390722304969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-couldnt-make-this-stuff-up-if-i-tried.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8401194390722304969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8401194390722304969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-couldnt-make-this-stuff-up-if-i-tried.html' title='I couldn&apos;t make this stuff up if I tried...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8183415431943057251</id><published>2010-01-30T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:59:35.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILED!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, here's the deal: I tried to be a good little "blogger" the other day and actually update this thing. Guess what? I totally FAILED. In my defense...I spent about 30 minutes typing, editing, re-reading the blog, but my 'save now' button apparently didn't work, or maybe the operator didn't click it when she thought she did. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So, instead of going back into all of that...I'm just listing some updates. It's been way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am loving my job. In case you didn't know, I've been working as a nurse in the NICU at Richland since late October. I love it! It's so amazing, and I am learning so much from my wonderful preceptors. I look forward to a long time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am so proud of "Voices of Lee" lately. I was a member of Voices way back when in 2002. I was so happy in December to watch as they made it to the top three on "The Sing Off," one of NBC's premiers this winter. Also, one of the members who was just entering as I was leaving, Jermaine Purifory, recently was voted through to Hollywood on American Idol. He was called "the best audition so far this season" by Randy Jackson. That's pretty good if you ask me. Please keep up with him, if you think about it. He's a great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My husband turns 30 on Thursday!!!!!!! Wow. I remember thinking that 30 was up there, but I am convinced now that it's not. I can't wait to celebrate his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Andrew and I have been faithful Netflix customers for a while now. Some of our last movies have been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Julie and Julia&lt;/span&gt; (boo...not our fave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/span&gt; (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Charlie Wilson's War &lt;/span&gt;(??? You'll have to ask Andrew, because this little girl fell asleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3:10 to Yuma&lt;/span&gt; (yay...although there was killing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Andrew and I STILL haven't picked out pictures for our wedding album. Ahhh...I can't believe I'm being this slack! I mean, seriously?? It has nothing to do with Brantley. We've just been lazy about getting on that task. Ok, personal goal. I'm going to begin selecting pics for our album before we're celebrating our 1 year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Speaking of goals...I would like to learn Spanish. I took the course in high school and college, and I can understand a small amount. However, I'd love to be able to communicate with our Spanish speaking patients and not have to depend on an interpreter. So, that's personal goal #2. I heard Rosetta Stone was good...pricey, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm still at the couponing! I was supposed to go to a class for southern savers, but had to miss it! Emily Ann shared all of her info with me though, so at least I learned something! Last week, I made money off buying drinks for our bonfire. Crazy, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I finally bought a new purse. I figured that it was time after about two years! Can you believe it? The straw that broke the camel's back was the fact that the lining had a hole in it. I kept losing lipstick in there. I found my ipod on the day I cleaned out that bag. I was wondering where that thing was! Needless to say...that bag's in the trash. Not even worth giving away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We're having a pretty cool Super Bowl Sunday at generation church next week. Michael Boulware is speaking, and it should be pretty good! If you don't know Michael, he played at Florida State, then went on to the NFL. He played in the Super Bowl, too! Michael's a great guy, and Andrew and I are glad to call he and his wife (Jessica) friends. They also have the most beautiful kids ever, Michael John and Aspen. Seriously, they should be models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's all for now. This was a silly update to be honest. However, anything's better than nothing. I will try to follow up on my new year's resolution by being a better blogger. In the words of Beverly though, "I'm not promising..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8183415431943057251?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8183415431943057251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/failed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8183415431943057251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8183415431943057251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/failed.html' title='FAILED!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-1855622498558326483</id><published>2010-01-21T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:56:28.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Bradford!</title><content type='html'>This morning as I rolled over to check my phone, I was so happy to see a text message from my wonderful friend Jennifer! She had Eliot Bradford Peace, Jr ("Bradford") last night...or early this morning. Either way, it was while we were sleeping! I am so proud of her. She's one good looking mama...I mean, she just gave birth and looks amazing!! Anyway, Bradford is such a cutie, and I can't wait to meet him in person. Congratulations, Eliot and Jennifer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-1855622498558326483?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1855622498558326483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-bradford.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1855622498558326483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1855622498558326483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-bradford.html' title='Welcome, Bradford!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-1269650037486167856</id><published>2010-01-20T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:48:00.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortcomings...</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing in the world that is the toughest for me, it is falling short. I have tried my entire life to be someone that makes the effort to be exactly where I need to be...in school, with my relationships, with singing, etc. However, I realized today (yet again) that I'm not perfect. Ha. Imagine that...(please note the sarcasm in that statement!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't think that I'm perfect, but sometimes we all have the tendency to think we're "exempt from messing up royally." I proved that theory wrong today. I am sad to look back and see how I allowed such a horrible attitude to ruin my day and be so hurtful. Days like this aren't fun to have on your record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 3:23 says, "for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." I find it funny that the 'fall short' isn't in the past tense. For me, that says a lot. It's a continual thing! I will never get to a point to where shortcomings are in my past. Sure, I must pray daily that I'll become more like Jesus, but unfortunately, I'll never arrive at perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been talking about suffering (mainly in 1 Peter) a lot at generation church lately. Most of us suffer because we stink at being like Jesus. Those mistakes result in hurting ourselves and others in some way, shape or form. There's one thing that stands out to me most in learning about suffering-- Our suffering for Jesus transforms our faith and points us toward what we should strive to live for each day: an eternal relationship with Him. This relationship will no longer be hindered by our shortcomings or those of others. With that in mind, I can be glad and have faith to humbly say that the final outcome of my shortcomings is nothing less than Jesus offering His forgiveness towards me and protecting me despite how I fail him continually. That faith reveals God's glory, and with that in mind...the rest of this day can be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-1269650037486167856?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1269650037486167856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/shortcomings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1269650037486167856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/1269650037486167856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/shortcomings.html' title='Shortcomings...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-5085856646509782164</id><published>2010-01-09T17:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:16:58.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution #1:</title><content type='html'>I need to blog more. So, maybe I'll hop on here tonight, and catch you up! I'm so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-5085856646509782164?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5085856646509782164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5085856646509782164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5085856646509782164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution-1.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution #1:'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7650241923947778827</id><published>2009-12-05T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:13:58.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, Andrew and I got our Christmas tree. It was a lot of fun, and I'm glad that we both had the time to spend together. We had pizza and watched some movies while we decorated it. I wanted to make cookies, but I never got around to it. Hope you enjoy some of the pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRHEHoMkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DfYv8N_4Ra8/s400/christmas+010.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411938190278275650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking out our Christmas tree....this was the one we finally settled on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRG44nidI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OKRLqUu1zRM/s400/christmas+013.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411938187262527954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decorating a tree makes you hungry. When you're married to Andrew Winburn and he's hungry...you order pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRHa2PLTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cjuEKTulSX4/s1600-h/christmas+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRHa2PLTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cjuEKTulSX4/s1600-h/christmas+033.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRHa2PLTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/cjuEKTulSX4/s400/christmas+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411938196379348274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;decorating the tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRGsSN_OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V3TVOEljCw0/s1600-h/christmas+034.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRGsSN_OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V3TVOEljCw0/s400/christmas+034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411938183880244450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the finished product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/42/CE38E0F2CC0EE80B325AF2E044522011.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7650241923947778827?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7650241923947778827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7650241923947778827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7650241923947778827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree....'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SxsRHEHoMkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DfYv8N_4Ra8/s72-c/christmas+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7327138488428644271</id><published>2009-12-05T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:41:47.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Wyatt is here!</title><content type='html'>Should have posted this earlier, but I am so thrilled to announce the birth of Wyatt Monroe Turner!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm pretty sure that he was born on Monday, 11-30-09 at 2:40 and weighed in at 8 lbs 91/2 ounces. In case some of you haven't put this together already, Wyatt is the son of Philip and Emily Ann Turner--Emily Ann is Andrew's younger sister. Baby Wyatt is doing so well, and big brother Manning is loving his new responsibility. I may have to steal some pictures from Philip's facebook, because I don't have any yet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually working right upstairs on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, so I got to see Wyatt every day (for the first three days of his life!)&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;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs080.snc3/14758_205370813080_500658080_2929613_1634162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pics are stolen, but I'll put more up soon!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs060.snc3/14758_205370848080_500658080_2929616_4175085_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7327138488428644271?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7327138488428644271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-wyatt-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7327138488428644271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7327138488428644271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-wyatt-is-here.html' title='Baby Wyatt is here!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-5903391672869001708</id><published>2009-11-07T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:50:28.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJKHYwEzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Mwu8qzQ9UNU/s1600-h/IMG_0296.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJKHYwEzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Mwu8qzQ9UNU/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401444503719514930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Christmas is approaching, but as far as Andrew is concerned "the most wonderful time of the year" is hunting season. I got the opportunity to go with him on Friday! I've been hunting with the men in my family before, but it was rabbit hunting where you get to move....and talk...and have dogs with you!!! I won't lie to you...sitting in that stand for three hours, silent and still was a little tough. We managed though. Too bad all we saw was one deer. I did almost wet my pants when someone shot right on top of us (aka "really close")!!!! I had a lot of fun though, and I hope my schedule allows me to go again with Andrew.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJJ9TQlAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sa084W8Qjew/s1600-h/IMG_0294.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJJ9TQlAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sa084W8Qjew/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401444501012124674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJzFexCpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DnDSIzbDyO8/s400/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401445207582509714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, I can shoot a gun...&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-5903391672869001708?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5903391672869001708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5903391672869001708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5903391672869001708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXJKHYwEzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Mwu8qzQ9UNU/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-6540280636328063141</id><published>2009-11-07T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:50:17.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOvX84-wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w6RmbCxdHu8/s1600-h/IMG_0231.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOvX84-wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w6RmbCxdHu8/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401450641379359490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was the day after the big bonfire (which Andrew I didn't get home from until about 2:30am!) Needless to say, we slept in on Halloween Saturday! That morning we went and cleaned up the bonfire area, then came back so that I could clean the house!!! Am I the only one who absolutely LOVES this time of the week...or day???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we only had two trick or treaters, but they were the cutest ones you've ever seen. Molly and Ellie came to visit us at the apartment that night. Lara Beth found the most adorable costumes for them this year! We let the girls pick a small fun size bag of candy, and then we loaded them down with HUGE Hershey Bars. I'm sure that Jay and Lara Beth loved that!&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOv1tA0OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xRuhBCRfz2k/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401450649365827810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOviee3lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CsBLqaHPHX0/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401450644204609106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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;On Sunday, we went to First Baptist's fall festival. We met Philip, Emily Ann, and Manning there and took the girls. It was so nice this year with the pony rides, face painting, music, and food! The kids had a lot of fun....even though it was pretty chilly. For me, it was nice seeing some of the people that I saw every Sunday for 3 years. I love what Andrew and I are doing at generation church, but I sure do miss those people at FBC! What a great church!&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOwUgt2nI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Jkims-xPP-8/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401450657635752562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOwMsdN0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xijeZ1dYqZo/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401450655537510210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;Oh...one more thing that I just HAVE to tell you about. Mom and Dad came for the Vanderbilt/USC game a few weekends back and brought Halloween gifts with them. Gavin and Andrew got Starbucks cards (which are really neat, because they go on your keychain!) I got money for scrubs (much needed!) Anyway, we all got cards from them...except they weren't Halloween cards. Don't worry--they were Thanksgiving cards. Bless Dad's heart. He just saw all the orange colors and pumpkins and thought surely that he'd gotten Halloween cards. To top that off...Mom forgot to write in mine! It was pretty funny! Mom and Dad will probably kill me if they see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, Happy Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-6540280636328063141?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6540280636328063141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6540280636328063141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6540280636328063141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXOvX84-wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/w6RmbCxdHu8/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8099254618622303116</id><published>2009-11-07T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:40:06.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the bonfires begin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we must go through cold weather, then we at least need lots of bonfires, right? Last Friday night, our small group hosted a bonfire with food and pumpkin carving too! It was a lot of fun, and the weather was really perfect for it! We even pulled out the corn hole set. I am proud to say that Rachel and I beat two guys (who I won't name for their dignity!) I think it was luck, though!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had some great pumpkin carving! Some people (including my husband) got really creative...and I'm happy (and a little sad) to say that 1st prize went to Jay with his Clemson pumpkin. Andrew's pumpkin was Colonel Sanders from the famous Kentucky Fried Chicken, and I carved a ladybug pumpkin. I don't think pumpkin carving is my thing. I'm not too artistic...and it takes a long time to do! I think that may be all the pumpkin carving I'm good for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy the pictures from that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXMAMmfIyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U-WEvM2pTkM/s1600-h/IMG_0218.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXMAMmfIyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U-WEvM2pTkM/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447631855493922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His may look better here, but the ladybug has stood the test of time and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;held up better this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXMAFuvdiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I7Gi63DE9a0/s1600-h/IMG_0184.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXMAFuvdiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/I7Gi63DE9a0/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447630011069986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL_6k0lFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v0xspOEZo-I/s1600-h/IMG_0205.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL_6k0lFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/v0xspOEZo-I/s400/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447627016672338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our make shift hayride...hay on a trailer pulled by the four wheeler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL_rx56ZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1v11ze3xnZU/s1600-h/IMG_0192.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL_rx56ZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1v11ze3xnZU/s400/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447623045015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pumpkin carving station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL-6zTGBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B0a9EHeaeuI/s1600-h/IMG_0202.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXL-6zTGBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B0a9EHeaeuI/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401447609897523218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of the finished work&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8099254618622303116?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8099254618622303116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-bonfires-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8099254618622303116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8099254618622303116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-bonfires-begin.html' title='Let the bonfires begin...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvXMAMmfIyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U-WEvM2pTkM/s72-c/IMG_0218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-3676707276575530242</id><published>2009-11-07T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:57:11.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailgating!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we haven't had a home game in a couple of weeks, I thought I'd post a few pictures of tailgating this season. We have faithfully been at every home game, and we've always had food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently babysat for one of my "friends from the North," and she and her husband were so puzzled by how crazy the tailgaters are down here in South Carolina. All I could say was, "Yeah, it's kind of crazy sometimes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights from this season:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Certain "beverages" from fans behind us spilling all over where we're standing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A fan with really long hair constantly "flicking"  it on my shoulder throughout the WHOLE game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Going from a wet and rainy tailgate at 1pm to bright, warm sunshine at 3pm, to a COLD game that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Fire ants...ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Andrew squeezing into a toddler's football helmet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Me maintaining my strong dislike of porta-potties....and my mom (who's never used one) actually using one!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHJR9CEGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eEamTEkHfuA/s1600-h/septandoct+054.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHJR9CEGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eEamTEkHfuA/s400/septandoct+054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401371921608740962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting ready for the game to start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHJP6Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/AXLrh_sjIj4/s1600-h/septandoct+047.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHJP6Mr-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/AXLrh_sjIj4/s400/septandoct+047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401371921059983330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew wearing Manning's helmet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHIx5MAMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cG1vTyC9ALI/s1600-h/fall09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHIx5MAMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cG1vTyC9ALI/s400/fall09+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401371913002680514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us with a future Gamecock (Manning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWKP9rg3jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dm-RXHzMhNU/s400/fall09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, chocolate donuts shaped like footballs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-3676707276575530242?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3676707276575530242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/tailgating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/3676707276575530242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/3676707276575530242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/11/tailgating.html' title='Tailgating!!!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SvWHJR9CEGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eEamTEkHfuA/s72-c/septandoct+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-5215149528883282790</id><published>2009-10-17T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:44:05.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Loving on Levi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKKXy5LwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fCWyuT1iLfA/s400/septandoct+006.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423570799505154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never posted pics of the newest addition to our family: Levi Valor Holland (my cousin Beth's first son!) He is so precious, and we are excited that Beth, Josh and Levster (as I like to call him) are moving closer to "home"--Charlotte, NC! Here are some pictures from that night when we all saw them. It's been months since I've since Beth, so it was too short...but so much fun! We tried to get a picture of Andrew holding Levi, but he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea: that idea being that he's ready for kids ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you, Levi!!!&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKKpSZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ie731C-FMhA/s1600-h/septandoct+009.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKKpSZ-yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ie731C-FMhA/s400/septandoct+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423575495080738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grannie (Mom's mom) holding Levi for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJ1hMd4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A6rlNzmDdHk/s1600-h/septandoct+020.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJ1hMd4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/A6rlNzmDdHk/s400/septandoct+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423561598465922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture of Gavin and Levi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJZhQI5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/LAEiCtW00ls/s1600-h/septandoct+022.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJZhQI5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/LAEiCtW00ls/s400/septandoct+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423554082513810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we eat EVERY time we get together. Notice the mac and cheese and baked beans. These are Mom and Aunt Susan's specialties, respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJHQL1JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/APYcEcPX1bM/s1600-h/septandoct+018.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKJHQL1JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/APYcEcPX1bM/s400/septandoct+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393423549179090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levi and I are actually first cousins, once removed...but I promise it's like he's my nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-5215149528883282790?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5215149528883282790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-on-levi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5215149528883282790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/5215149528883282790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-on-levi.html' title='Loving on Levi...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlKKXy5LwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fCWyuT1iLfA/s72-c/septandoct+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-2233142074038635236</id><published>2009-10-17T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:32:03.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><title type='text'>camo and carhartts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlH-QQWblI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wBoHG4mkHWQ/s1600-h/septandoct+042.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlH-QQWblI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wBoHG4mkHWQ/s400/septandoct+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393421163593887314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the typical outfit: Carhartt's, camo, and duck boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember my childhood very well. I remember every Saturday --when Dad (and Gavin when he was old enough) would go hunting...all day! Mom and I got stuck with the fun stuff: grocery shopping, cleaning, folding clothes. We had a good time though. We went to the mall's Chick-fil-a a lot! Anyway...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for me...it's normal for a guy to hunt. Of course, I was thrilled when I first met Andrew and learned that he "liked" to hunt. "Like" isn't the word. This man loves it....which is fine by me! He even takes his i-pod sometimes and listens to sermons. Can you say multi-tasker??? I married a big time hunter, and I love that about him. I must admit, he could wear the outfit in the above picture every day, and I'd be fine with it! &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-2233142074038635236?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2233142074038635236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/camo-and-carhartts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2233142074038635236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2233142074038635236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/camo-and-carhartts.html' title='camo and carhartts'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/StlH-QQWblI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wBoHG4mkHWQ/s72-c/septandoct+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-6617192022383667862</id><published>2009-10-08T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:40:16.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the shot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.rockyou.com/images/fbflair/pf_img/c/8/a/e/c8aeae62d7c6abc6f1fd888a19eca614b38dbc52.jpg" /&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;Tonight, Andrew and I went to get our flu shots...from none other than one of my favorite places--CVS. We didn't have to wait that long, and I was so good that I got a sticker and a lollipop. Andrew was just ready to get out of there. The nurse kept asking Andrew all these questions, and all he could say was "I'm just hungry." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a small bone to pick with CVS though. So, (long story short) I have gotten into "couponing." I must say, I should have started a long time ago. I think it might be a bit addicting, but that's besides the point. Anyway, they have a book of coupons that are advertised as being available "when you get a flu shot." However, a bunch of web sites say that you can just walk into any CVS and pick one up since it's a "no purchase necessary" thing. Just yesterday, I was in CVS when I asked a salesperson where the free coupon books were. She says promptly, "Oh those are only if you've had a flu shot." Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight, after I got the shot, I asked the nurse for my coupon book. Yay! I earned it after all! Negative! "We're fresh out, honey...but, you can go to any CVS and pick one up. You know, you actually don't have to get a flu shot to get one of those??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salesperson at CVS yesterday: busted!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I said was, "Hmm...I knew it!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for all you couponers...don't believe the lie that you have to get a shot to get the book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-6617192022383667862?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6617192022383667862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-shot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6617192022383667862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6617192022383667862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-shot.html' title='Got the shot...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-8141471748640980717</id><published>2009-10-06T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:11:50.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Supposed to share this a long time ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Ssy9KICAOBI/AAAAAAAAADw/bhP2MUuuVvo/s1600-h/mac+and+cheese.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Ssy9KICAOBI/AAAAAAAAADw/bhP2MUuuVvo/s400/mac+and+cheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389890835707869202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that you learn (very quickly) when growing up in your home. For me, those were love God, don't disobey, and if you're going to cook something-- do it right! I am not saying that all the Brown-Weeks recipes are perfect, but I always thought so as a kid! Right before Andrew and I got married, I attempted the family recipe for macaroni and cheese (which my Grandmama would refer to as "cheese pie"...with good reason!) He loved it, and I've made it several times since then, so here it is for all you who I've promised I'll send it to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - 1 1/2 cups of noodles (cooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 oz. extra sharp cheddar cheese (I always buy it in blocks and shred my own)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*For a really big mac and cheese, you can shred (4) 8oz. blocks, but (3) 8oz. blocks should be plenty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;butter (sticks usually work best here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can carnation milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt/pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Butter the bottom and sides of your dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Start at the bottom with a layer of shredded cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-add some noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-add another layer of cheese, then dot with butter, and add a little salt and pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-repeat this pattern of layering until you get close to the top of your dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-on top of the last layer, use salt and pepper and dot with butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Beat 3 eggs in a bowl and combine with can of carnation milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-After mixing well, pour mixture over the macaroni (this can be tricky!). Make Sure to pour a little and give it time to settle before adding more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I usually pour until it looks like the liquid is getting close to the top, but if you want your mac and cheese extra soupy...then the milk should come to the top layer. You can always add more milk if necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bake uncovered @375 for about 40-45 minutes. You'll know it's done when it starts bubbling and begins to turn brown on the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Secrets to this recipe:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-layer the dish starting and ending with cheese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-always use more cheese than noodles (this is the big time secret!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-when cooked, don't try to eat it right away...it will need time to set&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-8141471748640980717?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8141471748640980717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/supposed-to-share-this-long-time-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8141471748640980717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/8141471748640980717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/10/supposed-to-share-this-long-time-ago.html' title='Supposed to share this a long time ago...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Ssy9KICAOBI/AAAAAAAAADw/bhP2MUuuVvo/s72-c/mac+and+cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-7247354100152633854</id><published>2009-09-14T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:28:05.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SrBJd0x2olI/AAAAAAAAACU/Of11UwWSsfg/s1600-h/moresummer+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursday, Gavin, Andrew, and I carpooled home to Greenwood to surprise my Dad for his birthday. Mom had told him that they'd go to Capri's for dinner, but he had NO idea that we'd show up too. It was great to surprise him! This was the first time that I'd seen my parents since the wedding, so it was great going home for that reason too. Mom had wanted to go to Starbucks after dinner, but Dad and Andrew had other plans...that included watching the Clemson game on the new flat screen TV. Can you believe that Dad actually pulled for Clemson???? I was floored. He dislikes Georgia Tech THAT much! It was a crazy game (as you probably know), and we actually took the third quarter to watch our wedding dvd with Mom and Dad, while Gavin took a nap in Dad's new recliner! They were very pleased with it, and we even caught the part in the wedding where one of our ferns caught on fire. Did any of you notice that?? Yep...a fire at our wedding. Marshall (the groomsmen all the way at the top) put it out. Apparently, the wax off the candles caught a part of the fern on fire. I think it was during a prayer or something. So, obviously Andrew and I had no clue. We heard from a few guests about it happening. Of course, my brother noticed. I'm surprised that he wasn't laughing out loud during the prayer ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting a picture that we took of Dad at the restaurant on his birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad. You'll never know how thankful I am for you. I love you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SrBJd0x2olI/AAAAAAAAACU/Of11UwWSsfg/s400/moresummer+017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381882331440521810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating some of Dad's cheescake...Andrew's thinking about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SrBJeJzZr7I/AAAAAAAAACc/8GBCyYxN9_c/s400/moresummer+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381882337084157874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church signs never cease to amaze me. I'm not telling you where this is, but if you are smart...you can figure it out. We also saw a sign on the way to Greenwood that said "Cricrets." I think what they meant was that they were selling Crickets. Just a thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SrBJekrVTUI/AAAAAAAAACk/wOPu9GgFDsw/s400/moresummer+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381882344298073410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-7247354100152633854?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7247354100152633854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7247354100152633854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/7247354100152633854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SrBJd0x2olI/AAAAAAAAACU/Of11UwWSsfg/s72-c/moresummer+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-6242868769698177599</id><published>2009-09-07T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:23:41.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Wedding Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wedding has come and gone, but I wanted to post a few pre-wedding pictures, including some from the rehearsal. There aren't too many, but we got these from some friends. It was a great night. Our rehearsal was so organized, and all of our wedding party members were on the ball. Afterwards, we had the best low country boil--just what Andrew wanted! We had a slide show and even a special surprise video from Beth (my first cousin/more like my sister) who couldn't be there. It was a very special night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLPgr17cI/AAAAAAAAACM/pb-nS12kJT4/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Walking back down the aisle. This was surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLOAhd0HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vJLuneOqvbQ/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+139.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLOAhd0HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vJLuneOqvbQ/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928771482898546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLNiPnPiI/AAAAAAAAABs/B-1C-cfPCGE/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928763354955298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "favor table" at the dinner with coke cups. If you don't know already, Andrew's always drinking out of restaurant style coke/pepsi glasses. I mean...it's constant. So, his mom thought to give coke cups filled with candy at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLOryqBGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0pkPp5LfSwk/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928783097726050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Part of Andrew's packing...I just thought this was a great picture. Notice the sour patch kids, bug spray, citronella candles, etc. He had to bring a few things that I didn't know about...since he was surprising me with the trip to Mexico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLPgr17cI/AAAAAAAAACM/pb-nS12kJT4/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928797296225730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to stick this one in here for a few reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I am proud of my husband's hunting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Doesn't he look pretty good in front of that four wheeler?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**This just in** Andrew would like for me to add that this was the week of the wedding. Yes, I'm a good girl, and I didn't stop him from hunting. He would also like for you to know that he shot this deer because it was defective. Well, it had bad genes and needed to be taken out of circulation. Ok, I think that clears things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLPL1iR8I/AAAAAAAAACE/2tsQI-FCKv4/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378928791699736514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-6242868769698177599?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6242868769698177599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-wedding-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6242868769698177599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6242868769698177599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-wedding-pictures.html' title='Pre-Wedding Pictures...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqXLOAhd0HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vJLuneOqvbQ/s72-c/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-6896932915463059315</id><published>2009-09-05T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:27:29.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Welcome back to reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been one week since Andrew and I returned from our honeymoon. I wish we could go back! It's been a crazy week here in Columbia. We've spent it organizing the new apartment, sorting through gifts (wow...our friends and family are generous), changing my name, getting new licenses, watching Carolina football (of course), writing thank you notes, looking for a job, and more!!!!!!! It sure is different living with a man, but I've lived with Gavin (my brother) before so....you know I should be able to handle it. Love you, Gavin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to post at least a few pictures from the honeymoon. If you didn't already know, Andrew surprised me as we were leaving the church with the news that we were going to Mexico. We stayed in the Riviera Maya near Cancun. It was amazing. We were able to have the all-inclusive option with food...all the time! Seriously, by the end of the trip when we asked for room service, they were asking us how many people we were trying to feed. I guess that's what happens when you order 4 entrees. The food was amazing, and if you go to my facebook pictures--you'll see it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures from our trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAVdBrusI/AAAAAAAAABk/txD13cVr1w0/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+233.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378002011091090114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAU3E6n6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1Q-mC8OO744/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first order from room service after we arrived on Sunday night. Yes, those are chicken nuggets that I was eating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAU3E6n6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1Q-mC8OO744/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+317.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAU3E6n6I/AAAAAAAAABc/1Q-mC8OO744/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378002000904101794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew in the pool lounge chairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAUfH8-tI/AAAAAAAAABU/TVq1oFHKCv8/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+028.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAUfH8-tI/AAAAAAAAABU/TVq1oFHKCv8/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378001994474388178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our view every day from the cabana by the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAT4cPjVI/AAAAAAAAABM/aph9EgCVec0/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+214.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAT4cPjVI/AAAAAAAAABM/aph9EgCVec0/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+214.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378001984090508626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This thing had doors leading out to it, and a straw roof-top, making it outdoors (sort of)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKATVoleTI/AAAAAAAAABE/-vELAW6zUVs/s1600-h/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+282.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/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKATVoleTI/AAAAAAAAABE/-vELAW6zUVs/s400/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378001974747035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dinner at the beach on Thursday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-6896932915463059315?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6896932915463059315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6896932915463059315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/6896932915463059315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-back-to-reality.html' title='Welcome back to reality...'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/SqKAVdBrusI/AAAAAAAAABk/txD13cVr1w0/s72-c/Rehearsal+Dinner+and+Honeymoon+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103243636225796409.post-2631457302719017337</id><published>2009-08-17T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:57:48.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>5 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well...it's finally here! After 5 1/2 months of planning, Andrew and I will be getting married this Saturday. I keep getting all the questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Are you nervous?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What do you have left to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Do you think you're going to cry? What about Andrew?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is so surreal being on the other end of those questions this time. To answer them--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. I'm not nervous...just really excited and ready for all the wedding events to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. I think of more things to do every day! Even with Craig and White Tent Event helping us, there is a lot left to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. About the crying...I have no idea. I don't think Andrew will, but I won't be surprised if I shed a few tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some things we still have to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-pack for the honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-write thank you notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-wrap bridesmaid gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-pay bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-change bag in the vacuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-iron (a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-make room for Andrew at the apartment ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those are just a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, Gavin and I came home to Greenwood for the night. We ate at the house with Mom and Dad. It was so much fun just to be together again. I'm not going to say it's the last time, since I'm getting married...not disappearing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, Mom and I had a mini wedding shower at the house today. She had about 20 gifts in her car that we opened. It was so much fun! I have a lot to carry back to Columbia tomorrow. That's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. I'd like to say that I'll make another post before the wedding, but I can't guarantee it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/103243636225796409-2631457302719017337?l=thewinburns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2631457302719017337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2631457302719017337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/103243636225796409/posts/default/2631457302719017337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewinburns.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days!'/><author><name>Andrew and Meagan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13996163408410606823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bu2a-pNwPsI/Srp5l87rjoI/AAAAAAAAACw/gIvelsd9QZs/S220/231.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
