<?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-7608592258019046668</id><updated>2012-01-28T20:23:31.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beebes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-4932307966811645390</id><published>2009-11-18T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:44:23.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistent Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consistent Effort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you make more progress than you thought you would, don't compensate by slowing down. You're doing great, so raise your expectations even higher and keep going strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you fail to make as much progress as you had planned, don't get discouraged. Remind yourself of why you're making the effort, and re-commit to getting it done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consistent, purposeful effort will reliably bring the results you seek. On some days you'll move faster than on other days, yet every day you'll keep going forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Never forget that there is great power in small actions that are repeated again and again. Though the path may be long and winding and uneven, by continuing to put one foot in front of the other, you'll reach your destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Celebrate the small victories and learn from the small defeats. Then, keep on moving steadily toward the goal you've chosen.&lt;br /&gt;Put the power of consistent effort to work. And each day, you'll bring new value to life.&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/7608592258019046668-4932307966811645390?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/4932307966811645390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=4932307966811645390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/4932307966811645390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/4932307966811645390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/11/consistene-effort.html' title='Consistent Effort'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-3949445659495463639</id><published>2009-07-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:39:42.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Footprints in the Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;other times there were one set of footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This bothered me because I noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that during the low periods of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when I was suffering from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anguish, sorrow or defeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could see only one set of footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So I said to the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“You promised me Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that if I followed you,you would walk with me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;is when I carried you.”&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/7608592258019046668-3949445659495463639?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/3949445659495463639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=3949445659495463639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/3949445659495463639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/3949445659495463639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-favorite-poem.html' title='My favorite Poem'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-752270843965397432</id><published>2009-07-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T12:19:06.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things about ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. I am a very very giving person and would do anything for people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. My kitchen always has to be clean or it drives me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. I have to sleep with one leg sticking out of the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. I want to drive a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; noodles with Mayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7. I am very obsessed with Bob Marley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8. I put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vicks&lt;/span&gt; on my lips every night before I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9. I could eat pasta everyday of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;10. I can't go to the movies at night cause I ALWAYS fall asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11. I want to have a plant jungle in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. I HATE confrontation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;13. I don't drink soda unless I am having a cocktail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;14. I have to talk myself into going to the gym even though I know I shouldn't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;15. I just started to like Chinese food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16. I have a problem with anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;17. I hate shopping for clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;18. I love to take tons of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;19. I get along with almost everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;20. My mom knows EVERYTHING about me and is my BEST FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;21. My husband is 9 years older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;22. I want to own a cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;23. I want to name my baby girls name Marley but, my husband won't let me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24. I hate shaving my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;25. One of my dreams is to go to Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marley's&lt;/span&gt; house and lay on his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-752270843965397432?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/752270843965397432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=752270843965397432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/752270843965397432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/752270843965397432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/07/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things about ME!!'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-2960555461875735309</id><published>2009-02-06T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:00:20.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-Day Bob Marley!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SYxeZGvCx_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3hFouqSTkIc/s1600-h/bob-marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299714646905898994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SYxeZGvCx_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3hFouqSTkIc/s320/bob-marley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Robert Nesta Marley (Bob Marley) was born Feb. 6, 1945 in Nine Mile, Jamaica. In 1957, Bob's mother Cedella moved him from Nine Miles to live in Kingston. Cedella came to the Jamaican capital in search of work and excitement. They moved into Trenchtowns. Trenchtown: Spiritual Powerpoint for the Rastafarians. Trenchtown had now become the main home in Kingston for the strange tribe of men known as Rastafarians, who had set up an encampment down by the Dungle in the early years of World War II. The Wailers, which represented more than their style of singing. The name also reflected the pain and anguish the boys felt deep within their souls while growing up in Trench Town. Bob's mother, Cedella, had remarried and moved to the United States where she saved money to send her son an air ticket. She wanted Bob to start a new life. But before he moved to America, Bob met a girl named Rita Anderson and, on February 10, 1966, they were married. Bob found the Rastafarian movement interesting. And in 1967 Bob's music reflected his new beliefs. Gone were the Rude Boy anthems; in their place was a growing commitment to spiritual and social issues, the cornerstone of his real legacy's music reflected his new beliefs. In 1977, Bob hurt a toe while playing football. The wound had become cancerous and was belatedly treated in Miami, yet it continued to fester. By 1980 the cancer, in its most virulent form, had begun to spread through Marley's body. He fought the disease for eight months, taking treatment at the clinic of Dr. Joseph Issels in Bavaria. Issels' treatment was controversial and non-toxic and, for a time anyway, Bob's condition seemed to stabilise. Eventually, however, the battle proved too much. At the start of May Bob Marley left Germany for his Jamaican home, a journey he did not complete. He died in a Miami hospital on Monday May 11, 1981&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-2960555461875735309?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/2960555461875735309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=2960555461875735309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2960555461875735309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2960555461875735309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-b-day-bob-marley.html' title='Happy B-Day Bob Marley!!!'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SYxeZGvCx_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3hFouqSTkIc/s72-c/bob-marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-28151994416191865</id><published>2009-01-22T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:17:51.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi2_dbDixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l1ssh20v3zU/s1600-h/l_1f46d6e53eba495c9025c2b83f9a87e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294182563320138514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi2_dbDixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l1ssh20v3zU/s320/l_1f46d6e53eba495c9025c2b83f9a87e8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have two of the most wonderful kitties I could ever ask for. They are might pride and joy!! I got Layla when I lived by myself before I met Erik and her and I have always been close. When I wake up in the morning she hopes up on the bed and sits next to me until I walk into the bathroom where she follows me and she drinks out of the sink why I shower. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; I have my Favorite blanket on she is always right next to me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; me loves. She is very adventurous and very loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi3OOYqdpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QCTOC959QWg/s1600-h/l_ff079ac863b84b6d8647fe4bc0d856f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294182816981612178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi3OOYqdpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QCTOC959QWg/s200/l_ff079ac863b84b6d8647fe4bc0d856f2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Erik and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suhn&lt;/span&gt; last April. I have always want a calico orange &amp;amp; white girl kitty but I could never find one so we settled for a boy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Suhn&lt;/span&gt; is more Erik's cat (I think it must be a guy thing). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Suhn&lt;/span&gt; loves to go outside and sleeps lots. He loves Layla so very much you would think that they are brother &amp;amp; sister the way they take care of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi3c_PWfUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C73AltGDBo4/s1600-h/l_31be8da80f27407eaea9a16f85c9fe0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294183070614060354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi3c_PWfUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/C73AltGDBo4/s200/l_31be8da80f27407eaea9a16f85c9fe0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our life would not be the same with out our babies and we are very lucky to have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi30VYQq_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JsuyTqplIRw/s1600-h/l_4e2e4613a8b04b4b99ebd49cf19b1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294183471693999090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi30VYQq_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JsuyTqplIRw/s320/l_4e2e4613a8b04b4b99ebd49cf19b1806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-28151994416191865?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/28151994416191865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=28151994416191865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/28151994416191865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/28151994416191865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXi2_dbDixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l1ssh20v3zU/s72-c/l_1f46d6e53eba495c9025c2b83f9a87e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-1065241707144155558</id><published>2009-01-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:04:25.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;We had such a fun New Year's eve this year. We decided to have a little party at the house. It is so much safer to stay home than go out. So Candace, Heather, Greg, Martha and her clan stopped by before going out to the club and just before the new year Carolyn and my brother in law (Gavin) all came over. We had some snacks made some drinks and laughed so hard. Candace, Heather &amp;amp; Greg slept over and I was thankful for that cause I would never want anything to happen to them and you never know who is driving drunk. The next morning we all woke up and the party started again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; the boys started playing poker and us girl's made breakfast that took us 3 house to make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I think we kept getting distracted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;New Year's day was very relaxing after everyone left Erik &amp;amp; I took a nap and then headed over to Heather &amp;amp; Greg's for dinner which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; awesome!!! I really enjoyed the beginning of the New Year and can't wait to see what this year has to bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvGzeoxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LNScfcI16Gk/s1600-h/l_84f64ff57640412b989a57b4170ff122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291922093593117746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvGzeoxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LNScfcI16Gk/s200/l_84f64ff57640412b989a57b4170ff122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Heather &amp;amp; Candace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvfaCHBDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HgSFJF3C8-k/s1600-h/l_61ad3edb9d89416380199191528ca750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291922516259308594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvfaCHBDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HgSFJF3C8-k/s200/l_61ad3edb9d89416380199191528ca750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Candace &amp;amp; Erik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvtSeowkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qu4YT3DoEq0/s1600-h/l_e04208af6ab8483bab60b99b3f9dddca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291922754749645378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvtSeowkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qu4YT3DoEq0/s200/l_e04208af6ab8483bab60b99b3f9dddca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wendy &amp;amp; Martha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-1065241707144155558?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/1065241707144155558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=1065241707144155558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/1065241707144155558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/1065241707144155558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SXCvGzeoxDI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LNScfcI16Gk/s72-c/l_84f64ff57640412b989a57b4170ff122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-6439861321168487263</id><published>2009-01-14T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:26:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your a 90's kid if....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a 90's kid if:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You remember TGIF on ABC and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; miss it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Down down baby down down the roller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt; sweet sweet baby Ill never let you go..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chimie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chie&lt;/span&gt; cocoa puffs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chimmie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chimmie&lt;/span&gt; rock, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chimmie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chimiie&lt;/span&gt; cocoa puffs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chimmie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chimmie&lt;/span&gt; rock.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember when Kurt Cobain, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;, River Phoenix, and Selena died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;" comes from Joey from "Blossom" and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember when it was actually worth getting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;early on&lt;/span&gt; a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You begged for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GAK&lt;/span&gt;, and when you got that they came out with scented &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;GAK&lt;/span&gt;, and when you got that they came out with funny scented &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GAK&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember reading "Goosebumps"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You danced to "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls, Females: had a new motto, Males: got a whole lot ***-er. (so tell me what you want, what you really really want.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember the craze, then the banning of slap bracelets and slam books.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence...Not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record "Your FAVORITE song of ALL time"....with a tape recorder held up to the radio LO&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where in the world is Carmen San Diego? was both a game and a TV game show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember when super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nintendo's&lt;/span&gt; became popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;inline&lt;/span&gt; skates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Two words... Trapper Keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember boom boxes vs.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember New Kids on The Block when they were cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You played and/or collected "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pogs&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You had at least one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tamagotchi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;GigaPet&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt; and brought it everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You watched the original Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Ninja Turtles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yikes pencils and erasers were the stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.(pencils.notebooks.binders.etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember when the new Beanie Babies and talking Elmo were always sold out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You used to wear those stick on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You remember a time before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;WB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You've gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;creeped&lt;/span&gt; out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Macarena&lt;/span&gt; by heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Talk to the hand" ... enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; always said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Then why don't you marry it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When we were younger:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; frenzy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before the Internet &amp;amp; text messaging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Before Sidekicks &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt;...Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When light up sneakers were cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When gas was $0.95 a gallon &amp;amp; Caller ID was a new thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we recorded stuff on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;VCRs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; paid $3.50 for a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;walkmans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt; and Biggie where alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the Chicago Bulls were the best team ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Way back.Before we realized all this would eventually disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-6439861321168487263?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/6439861321168487263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=6439861321168487263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/6439861321168487263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/6439861321168487263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-your-90s-kid-if.html' title='You know your a 90&apos;s kid if....'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-4925316583091126276</id><published>2009-01-13T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:29:02.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290885730054211682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0AigcQiGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pn3YlTLgfOg/s200/l_7a5575de578e4762a2294fcd7f500c70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and I enjoyed our first Christmas in our new house. We got a real tree and decorated the house. Christmas is my favorite time of year to decorate. We has Erik mom and step father along with his brother &amp;amp; girlfriend over for X-mas eve dinner and that was so much fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erik's&lt;/span&gt; mom bought me a gingerbread house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I have never made one. After we finished our yummy dinner we all decided we would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to put the gingerbread house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; and let me tell you that was a hoot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Christmas day was very relaxing we woke up around 8:30 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; some presents that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Erik's&lt;/span&gt; dad had sent us and then we both got each other a stocking. We decided not to give present to each other since we had just bought the house and that was our Christmas present. After relaxing and opening our stockings we headed up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Erik's&lt;/span&gt; mom house for brunch and every year she makes eggs b&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (but I don't like that) so she made me waffles (so nice of her). We also got to visit with Glenn's daughter &amp;amp; son-in-law (Tash &amp;amp; Tim) they are always so fun to hang out with. After we left there we went home for a nap and then headed out to my moms for dinner and has the BEST ribs!!! I enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; so much this year because it was very relaxing and not stressful. I think that's how holidays should always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0BrhoLm_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1aZOT9TeUdM/s1600-h/l_6b66606bef1846738710c73f40642b8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290886984503106546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0BrhoLm_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/1aZOT9TeUdM/s200/l_6b66606bef1846738710c73f40642b8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the Gingerbread House!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0Cv6sJsDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LonUGLDlxIY/s1600-h/l_54dc0fbf49094fd1901ff25dcc8a7152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290888159461748786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0Cv6sJsDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LonUGLDlxIY/s200/l_54dc0fbf49094fd1901ff25dcc8a7152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik &amp;amp; Gavin getting messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0C-eGYmyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SJctlJMwRP8/s1600-h/l_857e5d0cc53741aeb7c956f91dd1e9d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290888409485187874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0C-eGYmyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SJctlJMwRP8/s200/l_857e5d0cc53741aeb7c956f91dd1e9d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me starting to get messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0DW8x4aWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xb3zhEZVAvQ/s1600-h/l_bc37357a9b864d8e82367a42018687db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290888830037551458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0DW8x4aWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xb3zhEZVAvQ/s200/l_bc37357a9b864d8e82367a42018687db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin doing an awesome job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0EIQBuSfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/u8waBN9mMac/s1600-h/l_f270257ef2bb4de582744ab20eb143a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889677017860594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0EIQBuSfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/u8waBN9mMac/s200/l_f270257ef2bb4de582744ab20eb143a0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers working together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0EZdvZyrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_UZd-8Suufk/s1600-h/l_b17f3101a1304429825c22e6f54e101d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290889972756892338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0EZdvZyrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_UZd-8Suufk/s200/l_b17f3101a1304429825c22e6f54e101d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin got Glenn good with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icing&lt;/span&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/7608592258019046668-4925316583091126276?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/4925316583091126276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=4925316583091126276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/4925316583091126276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/4925316583091126276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/SW0AigcQiGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Pn3YlTLgfOg/s72-c/l_7a5575de578e4762a2294fcd7f500c70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-2287299638317322969</id><published>2009-01-13T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:12:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tag You're it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1) Post rules on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2) Answer the six '8' items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3) Let each person know by leaving them a comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite TV shows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Rachel Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Down Home with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neely's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Diners, Drive Inns &amp;amp; Dives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Man vs Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Army &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wife's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Anything on TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 Things I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Went to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Stayed at the office for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Went to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Showered &amp;amp; Shaved my legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Uploaded pics to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Helped my hubby type something for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Ate dinner with Erik (Soup &amp;amp; Grilled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Watched Intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Getting into shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. My hubby becoming an assistant manager at Arctic Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Hopefully going to Vegas for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Finishing projects around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Riding my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Harley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Having a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Frontera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Apollo Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Porcupine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. China Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Chilli's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Murphy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rubios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 Things on my wish-list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. The war to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Talladega&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Financially stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Carbs&lt;/span&gt; to be good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Go to Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. Have 2 babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Pay off my car &amp;amp; Harley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. New body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8 People I tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Brandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Danielle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Corbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jenessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8. Tami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-2287299638317322969?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/2287299638317322969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=2287299638317322969' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2287299638317322969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2287299638317322969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag.html' title='TAG!!!'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-2273613393386625678</id><published>2008-12-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:00:23.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitches!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last Tuesday night I heard a knock at the front door so I got up to answer it and what happens I fall down the main stairs...well I slipped...  It was Erik's brother Chris &amp;amp; his wife and kids bringing over X-mas presents from Erik's dad.  I was sooo embarrassed his brother had to help me up cause I just could not get a good step.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I took my slipper off and saw that my toe was bleeding but did not think anything of it.  Erik's brother stayed for about 2 hours and I was walking on my foot just fine.  After they left I decided I should look at my foot and what did I see a toe that was hardly hanging on.  Erik said "We have to go to the ER right now you need stitches" I said "No way it will be fine" well it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We got in the car and headed to the new IHC hospital and that was an experience in it's self!!!  That ER was so nasty and dirty garbage everywhere and the toilet seat was broken I would have never thought a hospital would be like that.  So after waiting 3 hours I got 3 stitches in my toe (the toe next to my pinkie) Erik thought it needed more stitches but the doctor said that I was saying that it hurt so he stopped!!! I was like what the heck why didn't he just put more stuff to numb it.  Finally about 2:30 am we left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It has been an experience to have stitches in my toe because it affects my walking, showering, everything....I am doing better now but what a crappy time to have this happen so close to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;X-mas.  Erik has been soooo awesome helping me with everything.  I love him soo much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-2273613393386625678?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/2273613393386625678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=2273613393386625678' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2273613393386625678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2273613393386625678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2008/12/stitches.html' title='Stitches!!!'/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-2291707280097358344</id><published>2008-12-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:39:23.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;21 Suggestions for Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1) Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2) Work at something you enjoy and that's worthy of your time and talent.&lt;br /&gt;3) Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;4) Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.&lt;br /&gt;5) Be forgiving of yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;6) Be generous.&lt;br /&gt;7) Have a grateful heart.&lt;br /&gt;8) Persistence, persistence, persistence.&lt;br /&gt;9) Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.&lt;br /&gt;10) Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;11) Commit yourself to constant improvement.&lt;br /&gt;12) Commit yourself to quality.&lt;br /&gt;13)Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;14) Be loyal.&lt;br /&gt;15) Be honest.&lt;br /&gt;16) Be a self-starter.&lt;br /&gt;17) Be decisive even if it means you'll sometimes be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;18) Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.&lt;br /&gt;19) Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.&lt;br /&gt;20) Take good care of those you love.&lt;br /&gt;21)Don't do anything that wouldn't make your Mom proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I have to say this is my most favorite saying.  I read this everyday and it helps ,e to be a better person.  I have given many copies to my close friends!!  I think everyone should have a copy of this saying in their home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-2291707280097358344?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/2291707280097358344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=2291707280097358344' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2291707280097358344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/2291707280097358344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-suggestions-for-success-1-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-8063992507664160376</id><published>2008-12-03T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:04:00.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbnU7GKnKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F8J4In2bE88/s1600-h/cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275658360158067874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbnU7GKnKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F8J4In2bE88/s320/cover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I never thought the day would come the I would own my OWN house!!! Erik and I started looking at house in September (right in the middle of planning the wedding) I swear we looked at over 15 houses. We decided to take a break from looking and enjoy our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished with all the wedding festivities we deiced to start looking again. Our realtor had 3 houses for us to look at and the very first house we walked into we knew that this was the house that we were going to start are new life together and a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process for an FHA loan is stressful. It took about 7 1/2 weeks to finally sign on the papers. So on November 21st we became official HOMEOWNERS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of our house is BEAUTIFUL it has four bedrooms with hardwood floors in ALL bedrooms. Two living rooms (one up &amp;amp; one down). A HUGE party deck in the backyard with a half basketball court and a decent size yard. Oh and the most important a garage for my HARLEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly love this house and can't wait to spend many years in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-8063992507664160376?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/8063992507664160376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=8063992507664160376' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/8063992507664160376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/8063992507664160376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2008/12/house-i-never-thought-day-would-come-i_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbnU7GKnKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F8J4In2bE88/s72-c/cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-6453436929389405605</id><published>2008-12-03T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:04:18.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbgpT6tdGI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSvk5nDj2bc/s1600-h/l_14fa4f2bacf64d8cbf7184038d8e0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275651013836895330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbgpT6tdGI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSvk5nDj2bc/s320/l_14fa4f2bacf64d8cbf7184038d8e0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;BBQ Celebration/ Reception&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Erik and I tied the know in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, however, the wedding celebration would not have been complete without a BBQ/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celebration&lt;/span&gt; back in Salt Lake. Since we both love the outdoors we decided that we would have a celebration up at the spruces in Big Cottonwood Canyon on September 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The weather was perfect with all the leaves changing colors. We had so much help with everything. Thanks to my mom she made ALL the food. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much food left over I think I still might have some hamburger in my freezer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. My aunt Kathy made all the deserts and my moms boyfriends sons wife made our wedding cake which of course it had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NASCAR&lt;/span&gt; and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As I said in my previous blog I would only wear a dress ONCE so as you can see from the pictures I was in jeans, however, I did have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vail&lt;/span&gt; on so it looked like I was still the bride. Everyone else was also in casual attire which was fun cause it was in the mountains and people could go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hiking&lt;/span&gt; or play in the stream. I would not have had done any thing different with my wedding it was everything I ever DREAMED off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjUVVRb2I/AAAAAAAAADU/HQ1M4nzIbDw/s1600-h/l_4cd94365f39c454dbb0488193f204b0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275653951974371170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjUVVRb2I/AAAAAAAAADU/HQ1M4nzIbDw/s200/l_4cd94365f39c454dbb0488193f204b0b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom &amp;amp; Mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjVUSQ_rI/AAAAAAAAADs/CIw336JwYvQ/s1600-h/l_7a76df2b5fe44c279202a4901f2314d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275653968873193138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjVUSQ_rI/AAAAAAAAADs/CIw336JwYvQ/s200/l_7a76df2b5fe44c279202a4901f2314d9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjU2nasOI/AAAAAAAAADk/oWVEYtRjW0g/s1600-h/l_8f3a5fcbec53430cb16696e0866742e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275653960908845282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjU2nasOI/AAAAAAAAADk/oWVEYtRjW0g/s200/l_8f3a5fcbec53430cb16696e0866742e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower (My Mother-in-Law put together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjU8Mjw9I/AAAAAAAAADc/WgaygLIbF8Y/s1600-h/l_6ae23cd5ea7f4a9988383286ddfa1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275653962406806482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbjU8Mjw9I/AAAAAAAAADc/WgaygLIbF8Y/s200/l_6ae23cd5ea7f4a9988383286ddfa1009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-6453436929389405605?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/6453436929389405605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=6453436929389405605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/6453436929389405605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/6453436929389405605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2008/12/bbq-celebration-reception-erik-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STbgpT6tdGI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSvk5nDj2bc/s72-c/l_14fa4f2bacf64d8cbf7184038d8e0653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7608592258019046668.post-3970554842193829494</id><published>2008-12-02T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:03:42.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STXK3ouE4dI/AAAAAAAAABo/qbv7aBQ5yDs/s1600-h/l_068da0e6077b788b200155ff3178b070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275345595706696146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STXK3ouE4dI/AAAAAAAAABo/qbv7aBQ5yDs/s320/l_068da0e6077b788b200155ff3178b070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Wedding - Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So I took the step and married the man of my dreams on September 20th, 2008 at the MGM Grand. I never thought that I would get married. Oh...and yes I did wear a dress and it will be the only time I will ever wear a dress. Most of you that know me know I hate wearing dresses they are just not for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we decided to get married in Vegas so that we wouldn't have to deal with the hassell of planning a wedding. I tell you the MGM Grand was awesome they did everything for me!! It made it so much easier and so much more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Erik and I and one of my best friends Martha flew out the Thursday before and that's when the party started. All are other friends joined us on Friday. We had a meet &amp;amp; Greet on Friday at my favorite lounge in the MGM called the Centrifuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The wedding day finally arrived on Saturday and I was a nervous wreck!!! I knew I wanted to marry Erik I was just nervous and excited at the same time to start my new life together with someone. The ceremony was beautiful. We had about 55 people attend and then after the ceramony we headed over to the Rio Hotel where we all ate at the Carnival Grand Buffet and that was just soooo yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am so very thankful for all my friends and family that came down to enjoy in our special day. Especially to my cousin Mike who was my man of honor who flew in from IN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STXMJk4jy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/O1vyhzqnDdU/s1600-h/l_a03a95924df749b43037c4139b8a879c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275347003426196306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STXMJk4jy1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/O1vyhzqnDdU/s320/l_a03a95924df749b43037c4139b8a879c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7608592258019046668-3970554842193829494?l=ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/feeds/3970554842193829494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7608592258019046668&amp;postID=3970554842193829494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/3970554842193829494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7608592258019046668/posts/default/3970554842193829494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebucknebeebe.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-las-vegas-so-i-took-step-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin &amp;amp; Erik Beebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18319647526823959238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STgOX9tekrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hrfS89ZGDtI/S220/l_99ccbc2ae242fd92fe68fc6a9a9a5c72.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q60cI2SPCRk/STXK3ouE4dI/AAAAAAAAABo/qbv7aBQ5yDs/s72-c/l_068da0e6077b788b200155ff3178b070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
