<?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-1095907538463955587</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:39:34.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makenzy's Mama!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-322962680220994103</id><published>2010-04-13T10:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:31:46.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with Makenzy...</title><content type='html'>I copied these interview questions from my friends &lt;a href="http://tryingtoenjoyeverymoment.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-with-zayden-age-3.html"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something Mom always says to you? I'm your cutie and you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What  makes Mom happy? When you're not clumsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes Mom sad? When I don't listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your Mom make you laugh? When we are being funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your Mom like as a child? You were a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  How old is your Mom? I don't know, maybe 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your Mom? *hold her hands about 5 inches apart* This long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do? Clean up the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  What does your Mom do when you're not around? Be by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If  your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for? A rock star in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  What is your Mom really good at? Spelling my name (obviously we practice writing her name a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is your mom not good at? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your Mom do for her job? e-mail things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  What is your Mom's favorite food? hamburgers and oatmeal (I hate oatmeal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you  proud of your Mom? When you not be mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your Mom were a cartoon  character, who would she be? *points to the guy on Family Fued* That guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and  your Mom do together? Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you  and your Mom the same? We have long hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How  are you and your Mom different? You have curly hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your Mom loves you? I learned it in my brain (my favorite one so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where is your Mom's favorite place to go? to the park and Hobby Lobby&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just loved all of her answers!  Kids really do say the darnedest things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-322962680220994103?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/322962680220994103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=322962680220994103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/322962680220994103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/322962680220994103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2010/04/interview-with-makenzy.html' title='Interview with Makenzy...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-8533375774716227692</id><published>2010-01-27T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:42:30.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants on the Ground...</title><content type='html'>Makenzy singing her new favorite song....click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2Ga8LTI4pQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-8533375774716227692?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/8533375774716227692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=8533375774716227692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8533375774716227692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8533375774716227692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2010/01/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants on the Ground...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7531591386968688335</id><published>2009-12-08T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:18:15.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Business"...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after my Mom picked Makenzy up from school she called me and this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What did you make at school today, sweetie?&lt;br /&gt;Kenzy:  Oh, well, Mama I need to call you back - I've got some business I need to take care of!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (laughing) well first tell me what you did at school today.&lt;br /&gt;Kenzy:  (Sternly) Tiffany, what did I just say?  I have to do some business then I'll call you back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never would tell me what "business" she had to take care of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-7531591386968688335?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7531591386968688335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7531591386968688335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7531591386968688335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7531591386968688335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/12/business.html' title='&quot;Business&quot;...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-8932787592166645113</id><published>2009-11-18T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:24:49.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's starting already...</title><content type='html'>Makenzy was laying her head on my lap the other night, and my belly was touching the back of her head.  Well, Karly was kicking pretty hard and kicked Kenzy in the head.  Makenzy sat up, looked at me really funny, pulled my shirt up and said (while staring at my stomach):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You kicked me Karly, that's not being a nice girl" and then smacked my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterly love - it's starting before they ever even meet each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-8932787592166645113?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/8932787592166645113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=8932787592166645113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8932787592166645113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8932787592166645113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-starting-already.html' title='It&apos;s starting already...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-2455975989866573632</id><published>2009-10-27T16:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:45:14.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Cool.......</title><content type='html'>I was putting Makenzy in the car this morning to take her to Preschool - this was our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  Mommy, do you have purple heels on?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I sure do, baby&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  (pats my arm and says) You are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing!  I'll have to keep these "cool" purple heels for when she's a teenager....maybe if I put them on then she'll still think I'm cool!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-2455975989866573632?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2455975989866573632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=2455975989866573632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2455975989866573632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2455975989866573632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-cool.html' title='I&apos;m Cool.......'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-5927834808458510723</id><published>2009-09-16T14:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:53:12.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby (Round 2)</title><content type='html'>Monday, the 14th was Makenzy birthday and first day of preschool (see pictures on facebook)!  I took the whole day off work to enjoy her birthday/first day of school (read as: to not sit at work and cry all day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to school at 8:45am and I walked her to the door, she gave me a hug and kiss and told me she loved me.  She grabbed her teachers hand and walked right into the school.  I waited about 10 minutes (read: drove around the block a few times in my car and cried), and then went to spy on her through the one way mirror looking into her classroom.  She did not shed one single tear all day!  I was so proud of her.  I on the other hand.......okay, let's not go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - I pulled up to the school, the teacher opened the backseat door to get Makenzy out and Kenz quickly exclaimed "Bye Mommy, time for me to go to school - love you!"  I breathed a deep sigh of relief.  Today was going to be another great day!  I thought about her all day long while I was at work; wondering what she was doing, if she was making friends, if she was being shy, if she was listening to the teacher, etc.  My Mom called me around 11:58 after she had picked Makenzy up from school.  She said "Kenzy has cried from the time you dropped her off until the time I just picked her up"  I said "SHUT UP!"  then my Mother grounded me for a week with no tv.  She said "No, I'm serious!"  but she was FINE when I dropped her off.  I watched her walk into the building tear free with a smile on her face!  So I said "Well, let me talk to her"  she got on the phone and in a sudden split second melt down she began to cry and say "I need you Mama, I don't want to go to school anymore"  oh dear sweet baby Jesus is all I could think.  I thought we were home free!  I thought she loved school so much that certainly she would skip straight to the third grade at 4 years old!  She wanted me to meet them for lunch, but I wasn't able to leave work then.  So, I had my Mom bring her up to see me.  When they got here Makenzy kissed me a million times and kept telling me how much she loved me.  Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glossy and her voice was raspy.  She reall did CRY for a full 3 hours (all the while, still painting 3 pictures and making a paper sheep)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - she woke up at 7am and the first words muttered out of her mouth were "I don't want to go to school today".  Dangitt - here we go again!  She cried off and on for 2 hours before we had to leave to take her to school.  She was so upset and determined not to go that she even refused to eat breakfast!  I wanted to just say "Okay, you don't have to go"  but I knew that would not be doing her any favors.  We came to an agreement that I would walk her into school and in return she would not cry.  Well, we walk into school, get to her class and she performs a death grip onto my jeans.  "Mama, I need you - Mama, don't leave me"  My heart was breaking into a million pieces and I wanted to just hold my baby girl run out of school and never take her back!  I stayed composed, kissed her on her cheek and told her I loved her. I stood up and walked right out not being able to look back at her, even though I wanted to!  I called the secretary around 9:30 and she said that Makenzy had stopped crying hard, but was still a little sobby.  I felt a little better, but still felt like crap!  My Mom got there around 11:30 and spyed on the class through the one way mirror.  She called and said that Makenzy was doing great and even tattled on a little boy for moving in his chair (we are working on the whole tattling issue).  She called me after school and let me talk to Makenzy.  She got on the phone and said "Mama, I had a great day!"  YAY - only half a day of trauma is better than a whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she was VERY happy to hear that she was done with school for the week!  We'll see what Monday brings, but I am praying for a cry-free week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-5927834808458510723?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5927834808458510723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=5927834808458510723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/5927834808458510723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/5927834808458510723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-baby-round-2.html' title='Cry Baby (Round 2)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7758110869876890469</id><published>2009-09-02T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:10:20.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry Baby (Round 1)</title><content type='html'>Makenzy is starting pre-school on September 14th which happens to be her birthday as well.  When I told her that she is starting school on her birthday, she looked at me and said "That's not really fair!"  Oh, my dear sweet baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I went to pay her September tuition and the Administrative Assistant showed me Makenzy's class, the playground and gave me instructions on where to drop her off and pick her up.  As she was talking about bringing her the first day - I started to well up with tears (which is what I am doing now as I type this out)!  It was obvious - she even called me out on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cry just talking about it - the first day is going to be brutal!  I hope I don't sob in front of all her classmates.  I would hate for her to be the weird girl who's Mom cries like a psycho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:  don't forget to wear waterproof mascara on September 14th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-7758110869876890469?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7758110869876890469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7758110869876890469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7758110869876890469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7758110869876890469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-baby-round-1.html' title='Cry Baby (Round 1)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-8353614560762157378</id><published>2009-07-31T09:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:11:16.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Share...</title><content type='html'>As I'm sure everyone that reads this knows by now that we are expecting another baby!  We are so excited to be adding to our family.  Baby Maraca (this is the name that Makenzy has given the baby) is due March 3rd.  Although at my ultrasound last week the baby measured a week behind - so they may change my due date to March 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy is doing great!  She amazes us everyday by how smart  and witty she is.  She's growing up too fast - it's hard to believe she will be 3 years old in a little over a month.  She is starting pre-school at the beginning of September 3 half days a week, and she is so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David will also be starting school again in the fall!  He will be starting Mortuary School in September.  Since he already has a Bachelor's degree - he will only have to do  a year long program at Cincinnati Mortuary College.  He will go to school all day and then work all evening and weekends most likely.  Needless to say - we will probably not see a whole lot of each other.  I know it will be tough, but we will get through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this summer we have been to Tennessee and Chicago - and just booked our Disney vacation with my parents for October.  Makenzy doesn't seem to mind to travel (even long trips in the car) so hopefully next year we can show her other parts of the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-8353614560762157378?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/8353614560762157378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=8353614560762157378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8353614560762157378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8353614560762157378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-to-share.html' title='So Much to Share...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3770541481455996487</id><published>2009-06-04T13:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:58:03.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs are flying......seriously!</title><content type='html'>So, when I started blogging over a year ago, I told David that I had started a blog.  He proceeded to tell me how it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard of.  I wanted to lash out and say "you're stupid  nah nah nah nah-nah", but I didn't.  Instead I smiled and probably just said something like "Okay, dear"  and then rolled my eyes when he didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we were eating dinner out on the sun porch, and we were both playing with our new found love "blackberry".  He looks up at me and says - "you haven't updated your blog in a while".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!  I wanted to pounce on him right then and there and kiss his cheeks off!  My heart sank, it melted all over my bowl of watermelon!  What was once a stupid thing I did as a hobby was now something that he was obviously curious or interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when he acts interested in the things that make me happy.  Now maybe, just a big fat maybe he will take interest in my love for photography and buy me that camera I've been drooling over for the past year!  :)  I won't hold my breath - I think the chance of pigs flying are a once in a lifetime event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe, with all my heart!  :)  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;:violin music playing softly in the background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-3770541481455996487?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3770541481455996487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3770541481455996487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3770541481455996487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3770541481455996487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/06/pigs-are-flyingseriously.html' title='Pigs are flying......seriously!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-2107673165721620007</id><published>2009-05-28T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:10:24.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I blew it!</title><content type='html'>I just realized that my one year anniversary of blogging was May 9th!  I totally blew it!  I will post something worth reading tomorrow......I am leaving work now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-2107673165721620007?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2107673165721620007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=2107673165721620007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2107673165721620007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2107673165721620007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-blew-it.html' title='I blew it!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-625973375321941070</id><published>2009-05-07T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:26:40.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning...</title><content type='html'>I was trying to wake Makenzy up and she was still really sleepy.  In order for her to fully wake up she demands that I lay next to her "for just a minute" every morning.  So we were laying on the bed sharing the same pillow and looking at each other chatting about what the day was going to be like.  I heard her belly growl and I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What in the world was that"&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  "that was my belly"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did your belly just say"&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  "It said I need to go back to sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my dear sweet girl!  She gives me such joy - and a really good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-625973375321941070?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/625973375321941070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=625973375321941070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/625973375321941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/625973375321941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-morning.html' title='This Morning...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-5602211243910130165</id><published>2009-04-09T15:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:20:01.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Post...</title><content type='html'>Makenzy and I were outside one day last week.  She laid down on the front step - and I thought it was the perfect time to start snapping away!  I love how these turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V1twXVmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ebfh7Cjb5_g/s1600-h/April+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V1twXVmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ebfh7Cjb5_g/s400/April+2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786190902384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2GfilFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/49g51s_keFw/s1600-h/April+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2GfilFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/49g51s_keFw/s400/April+2009+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786197542704210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2BBL9fI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W8pM8dKSvjQ/s1600-h/April+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2BBL9fI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W8pM8dKSvjQ/s400/April+2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786196073215474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2UYMaOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iyjVcoM575M/s1600-h/April+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2UYMaOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iyjVcoM575M/s400/April+2009+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786201269987554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2uQjjHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UKTWAFu-axI/s1600-h/April+2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V2uQjjHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UKTWAFu-axI/s400/April+2009+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322786208217271410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5Xs2k3uuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TM_bQTEiQMI/s1600-h/April+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5Xs2k3uuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TM_bQTEiQMI/s400/April+2009+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322788237674527458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtsHpXXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AnE6sY3PPtU/s1600-h/April+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtsHpXXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AnE6sY3PPtU/s400/April+2009+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322788252047465842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtGvfiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6dP-EKOJ_QA/s1600-h/April+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtGvfiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6dP-EKOJ_QA/s400/April+2009+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322788242014046482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtSnVn8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/HGqdZf2SKaU/s1600-h/April+2009+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5XtSnVn8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/HGqdZf2SKaU/s400/April+2009+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322788245201067970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If you click on the picture - it will make it larger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thanks for looking!&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/1095907538463955587-5602211243910130165?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/5602211243910130165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=5602211243910130165' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/5602211243910130165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/5602211243910130165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sd5V1twXVmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ebfh7Cjb5_g/s72-c/April+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-630079051626875122</id><published>2009-04-07T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:00:48.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma and a Mystery Gift - just for you!</title><content type='html'>I usually consider myself more of a leader than a follower.  But, today I am choosing to follow &lt;a href="http://amaysing-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sugarplumswank.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugarplumswank.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in this Karma and Mystery Gift Extravaganza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the offer: I hereby pledge to make something for the first 5 persons who respond to AND agree to the conditions of this blog/offer. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations so please read carefully:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.&lt;/strong&gt;  What you get is what you get.   It could be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;papermache&lt;/span&gt; statue of me, or a haiku, or a doll made of toothpicks. Or something that you have always yearned for in your secret heart but didn't even know until I gave it to you. Or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I create will be just for you. &lt;strong&gt;One of a kind!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be done this year (2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you live near me, it will be something that needs to be mailed, so you’d have to be willing to provide a viable address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, all you need to do is post this text into a blog, bulletin or e-mail of your own and make 5 things for the first 5 to respond to your note under these same conditions. IMPORTANT: This offer is null and void if you do not post your own blog/bulletin/e-mail to pay this forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-630079051626875122?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/630079051626875122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=630079051626875122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/630079051626875122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/630079051626875122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/04/karma-and-mystery-gift-just-for-you.html' title='Karma and a Mystery Gift - just for you!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3070443764441014636</id><published>2009-04-03T14:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:56:33.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>This is me in the beautiful Riviera Maya (Adventura Spa Palace) on our honeymoon in May 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SdZR6QqhTTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2WE0vIuBMYs/s1600-h/Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SdZR6QqhTTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2WE0vIuBMYs/s320/Mexico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530071132392754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(click on the picture to make it bigger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, it is cold, rainy, windy, and just plain gross outside.  I have had a migraine all day and feel sort of nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture today and really wish I was laying on that beach with David and Makenzy!   Not doing anything  - but just relaxing in the warm sun spending time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-3070443764441014636?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3070443764441014636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3070443764441014636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3070443764441014636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3070443764441014636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-dreaming.html' title='Just Dreaming...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SdZR6QqhTTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2WE0vIuBMYs/s72-c/Mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-230420404325436796</id><published>2009-03-27T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:23:04.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero...</title><content type='html'>This is me and my nephew Mason.  This picture was taken in December of 2005 (thanks to photoshop it looks like it was taken in the seventies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sc0EoJVZbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HNpcQLDirvc/s1600-h/TiffMason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sc0EoJVZbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HNpcQLDirvc/s320/TiffMason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317911822741367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much has changed since then.  He still has those beautiful green eyes and I still have that lovely double chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always been more like brother/sister rather than nephew/aunt.  he definitely has a special place in my heart - and that will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's favorite thing to do is go fishing.  He fishes from around 11am until they kick him out when the lake closes.  Last week while fishing I'm sure he never expected to earn the title "hero".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man across the lake had a heart attack, fell into the lake and didn't come back up.  (Mason didn't know he had a heart attack - he just saw him fall in and not come back up)  So, he ran over to where the man fell in and without hesitation jumped into deep waters to save him.  He pulled him back to land and called for help.    The man lived thanks to a 17 year old boy who decided to go fishing that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Mason.  He could have just sat there and waited for someone else to step up.  But instead he reacted immediately!  His 17 years on earth hasn't always been flowers and butterflies - but I know that God has a great plan for his life.  I can't wait to see what that plan is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't make sense to many of you - but I will end this post by saying:  YEOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YEOW is a "masonism" - maybe I'll explain it here someday?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-230420404325436796?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/230420404325436796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=230420404325436796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/230420404325436796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/230420404325436796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/hero.html' title='Hero...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/Sc0EoJVZbDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HNpcQLDirvc/s72-c/TiffMason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-4119396804148393511</id><published>2009-03-25T15:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:04:16.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a minute makes...</title><content type='html'>Makenzy, David and I were playing with her doctor kit. She doesn't turn into a "real" doctor until she puts her "doctor glasses" on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqG4enm1LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/337it1MoE-Y/s1600-h/March+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqG4enm1LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/337it1MoE-Y/s320/March+2009+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317210614914274482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a great photo op - so I got out my trusty camera.....this is what happened when I told her she was not allowed to touch the camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqG4kBskRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lbei6K9i4Ws/s1600-h/March+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqG4kBskRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lbei6K9i4Ws/s320/March+2009+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317210616365879570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it proceeded to get worse when I told her no for a second time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqHrEcTRbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZTkJwvQKVEc/s1600-h/March+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqHrEcTRbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZTkJwvQKVEc/s320/March+2009+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317211484060861874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these were taken within a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure - my little princess has the saddest cry face I've ever seen, and it breaks my heart every time I see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-4119396804148393511?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4119396804148393511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=4119396804148393511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4119396804148393511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4119396804148393511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-difference-minute-makes.html' title='What a difference a minute makes...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/ScqG4enm1LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/337it1MoE-Y/s72-c/March+2009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7142498110013531440</id><published>2009-03-09T22:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:31:58.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump Cake...</title><content type='html'>I just got Makenzy off to bed and now I am making a new dessert for a carry in at work tomorrow.  I thought I would share the recipe. (The recipe comes from The Pioneer Woman &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dump Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 can cherry pie filling (24 oz)&lt;br /&gt;1 can crushed pineapple (24 oz)&lt;br /&gt;1 box yellow or white cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1 stick of margarine (cut into 8 equal pads)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick of butter (cut into 4 equal pads)&lt;br /&gt;Whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Dump cherry pie filling and crushed pineapple into 9X13 baking dish.  Stir together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle cake mix evenly over the top of the fruit.  Slice margarine and butter and distribute evenly over the surface of the cake mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour.  spoon into bowls and put a dollop of whipped cream on top.  (You can even whip your own cream if that tickles your fancy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tiff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-7142498110013531440?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7142498110013531440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7142498110013531440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7142498110013531440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7142498110013531440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/03/dump-cake.html' title='Dump Cake...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6646814850456049473</id><published>2009-02-12T13:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:57:37.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random things I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;1.  Of course - my precious baby girl!  I can't even remember what life was like before she changed my world.  In fact - I don't want to remember.....I love my life just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My wonderful husband - he loves me unconditionally and busts his butt every day to provide for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Department stores with multiple bathrooms located throughout.  (ex.  One in the front of the store and one in the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When my newspaper delivery lady throws my Saturday and Sunday paper in the driveway and not in the street or in the next door neighbors yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Red lights - some of my best conversations with Makenzy are while we are sitting at a red light talking about things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Diet Coke - it's what gets me through the afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1095907538463955587-6646814850456049473?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6646814850456049473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6646814850456049473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6646814850456049473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6646814850456049473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/thankful.html' title='Thankful...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-8899669649923762559</id><published>2009-02-03T14:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:07:44.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice from Makenzy...</title><content type='html'>So this morning I busted my butt and my hand on the front porch while taking Bentley out to go potty this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to wake Makenzy up (which is like trying to wake the dead) - so I said: "Look Makenzy, mommy busted her but on the ice and hurt her hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat straight up (from a dead sleep) looked at my "boo boo", laid back down, closed her eyes and said "well, don't touch it then."  I cracked up.  I said "I didn't touch it"  and then she said "Well, have David look at it then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been calling him David instead of Daddy for a while now, but it is getting really bad - so we are trying to correct her on it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - just thought her insights into my scraped hand was hilarious and just had to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she finally woke up - she kissed it and said "ALL BETTER"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-8899669649923762559?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/8899669649923762559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=8899669649923762559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8899669649923762559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/8899669649923762559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice-from-makenzy.html' title='Advice from Makenzy...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-4847592854105370941</id><published>2009-01-21T13:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:24:55.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lice, Gymnastics,  Infections - Oh My...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, last week was just aweful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (the 12th) I was doing Makenzy's hair (as I am walking out the door for work and to take her to her Mamaw's house) and spotted some crawly creatures!  Yep - Makenzy had lice!  YUCK - I was completely freaked out.  I have never had lice in my entire life.  And yes - she gave them to me!  They must have hatched (shuddering as I type that) Sunday night while we were sleeping.  I only had one, but I pulled a good 20+ live ones from Makenzy's head and even more nits.  How could I have not noticed the eggs?  I wash and blow dry her hair every night and brush and fix it every morining.  I now check her head every morning and every night (trying not to give her a complex about it).  I never want to go through that again.  And I hated having to put Makenzy through all of that!  but most of all - was furious that my two year old thought she had "spidas" in her hair.  Is it bad that I actually felt anger toward "Tasha" (you'll find out more about her in a few paragraphs) for beating up my princess and then giving her lice?  (I have since directed my anger toward Tasha's hillbilly mother and Flip N Twist Gymnastics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - the only place she could have gotten these "bugs" was from gymnastics.  She hadn't been in the church nursery and is not around any other kids that she could've contracted them from.  So, I call the gym to give them a heads up and let them know so that they should notify the other kids in her class.  Well, the Director of the gym was obnoxiously defensive and rude the second I said "My daughter......lice.....had to have gotten them at gymnastics....). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the conversation the Director actually said "What are you going to do when she gets lice from school - keep her at home for the rest of her life?"  That's when my redneck Burton side (read: Dad) came out of me - she shows up from time to time (I should get a name for this alter-ego of mine - Beyonce has one!)  I replied (very redneckishly - is that a word?) "Thanks for your interst in my parenting ability, but my daughter is not in school, she is only two years old and should not be having to deal with this".  That was followed by - a very sarcastic "Well, where is your daughter during the day since you work?"  At that point "Roxie" (that will be my alter ego name - it was my grandmother's (Dad's mom) name and she was one fiesty mama-jama) wanted to put my/her hand through the phone and choke her to death.  I told her that it was non of her business where my child was while I was at work - but that she was the only child in both residences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did I accuse the gym - in fact I kept saying that I thought she got them from the little girl (a.k.a Tasha) in her class that got her in a head lock and scratched Makenzy's face the week before.  That was the only head to head contact that Makenzy had with any kids.  Anyway - to make this long story short, we have pulled her from the gym and are starting a new gym in February.  I would have been willing to switch Makenzy to a "Tasha-less" class - but after the way I was treated by the Director, I refuse to send my child to a place that doesn't care about her.  I wanted to start her at the new gym initially, but it is much more pricey.  I am willing to spend the extra cash in order to deal with nice coaches that care about the welfare of my child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - the critters were pretty much gone by Wednesday.  Thursday her Mamaw called me and said that Makenzy woke up from her nap with a 101 fever.  So, Friday I took her to the pedi and she has an ear infection.  Last week was just not her week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's finally starting to feel better - only a few more days on antibiotics and she should be good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Makenzy were playing with her Backyardigans memory game.  She turned over the one with the character Tasha's picture on it and said "Look Mama - there's mean ol' Tasha, she gave me buggies"  After I could catch my breath from laughing so hard I said "you are right sweetie, she sure did"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now everytime she turns over the "Tasha" cards she always says "There's mean ol' Tasha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been much better - I'm hoping it stays that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:  Dad:  I was not directly calling you a redneck (you were in your younger years - but now you're a pretty classy guy)!  But - you can't deny that your family is from Hazard Kentucky and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is pretty redneck.  Now that I think about it - Mom might be a little more redneck than you when she gets mad!  :)  She wanted to go to gymnastics and confront Tasha's mom about the lice - I had to hold her back!  LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-4847592854105370941?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4847592854105370941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=4847592854105370941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4847592854105370941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4847592854105370941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/lice-gymnastics-infections-oh-my.html' title='Lice, Gymnastics,  Infections - Oh My...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-1067900213275407653</id><published>2009-01-06T13:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:32:46.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Wings...</title><content type='html'>Dante received his angel wings at 8:33am this morning.  I am praying that the Lord will give Jo and Tony (his mom and dad) peace and strength during this difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such an amazing, beautiful, and strong little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SWOjelgjkpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BxQJf94NdiM/s1600-h/5007_Dante_Taraborelli__17__display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SWOjelgjkpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BxQJf94NdiM/s320/5007_Dante_Taraborelli__17__display.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288250133323158162" 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/1095907538463955587-1067900213275407653?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/1067900213275407653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=1067900213275407653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/1067900213275407653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/1067900213275407653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2009/01/angel-wings.html' title='Angel Wings...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SWOjelgjkpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BxQJf94NdiM/s72-c/5007_Dante_Taraborelli__17__display.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3160952173053148043</id><published>2008-12-17T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:42:27.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante</title><content type='html'>Dante is a little boy that is Makenzy's age who has been battling cancer for the majority of his life.  Well, his Mom just posted an update online and said that basically there is nothing else the doctor's can do for him.  Jo (his Mom) said the only thing she wanted them to do was try to keep him alive (and comfortable) until after Christmas so that they can spend one last holiday with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to imagine what his parents are going through.  Just the thought of Makenzy in that situation makes my heart want to stop beating.  If you could spare some prayers for sweet Dante and his parents - I know they would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why this happens to innocent children!  I pray that the Lord can give them peace and strength during this difficult time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-3160952173053148043?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3160952173053148043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3160952173053148043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3160952173053148043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3160952173053148043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/12/dante.html' title='Dante'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6152553702684347880</id><published>2008-12-15T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:14:22.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>So, not much is new in the Grubb house!  David was not on call this weekend so we did most of our Christmas shopping.  It felt good to get it all done and wrapped and under the tree.  I only have a few more gifts to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training with Bentley (aka: Paloma Cat Snowlake)  is going good.  He is starting to go to the door now when he needs to do his business (or "eliminate himself" which is the terminology all of the websites use).  Which reminds me - I need to call the carpet cleaners today to schedule an appointment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy is not ready to shed her diapers just yet.  She pees on the "big girl" potty a couple times a day,  but isn't showing real interest yet.  Her pedi said to start pushing it more at 2 1/2 if she doesn't pick it up by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny coversation last night:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Makenzy come sit with Mommy, it's time to go night night's&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  No, I need some water&lt;br /&gt;(I got her some water)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Okay, you drank some water - now lay your head down.&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  No, I'm hungry I need some lunch&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You just ate a cinnamon roll with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  Well, I think I need a popcicle.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Makenzy lay your head down - it's time for night night's (more sternly than before)&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy:  Okaaaaaaaaay, I love you Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was literally asleep within two minutes from laying her head on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that saying that all Mom's say at some point in their child's  life "When you have a kid I hope they act just like you do!" Okay, Mom - I get it - I know what you mean now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more hour until I get to go pick up my little princess (that's what she calls her self when she has a dress on). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a great evening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-6152553702684347880?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6152553702684347880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6152553702684347880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6152553702684347880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6152553702684347880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/12/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7285325554374141225</id><published>2008-11-25T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T11:07:13.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Bentley Titus Grubb</title><content type='html'>WE BOUGHT A PUPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought an English Mastiff puppy a couple weeks ago.  He is now 7 weeks old and ready for us to go pick him up.  We are leaving after work today to go get him.  He is in Kentucky, so it's about a 3 hour drive from where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should note - that he is now a puppy, but will probably be the size of a small horse before too long.  As of yesterday - he weighs 20 pounds!  That means that he is 7 weeks old and almost as big as my two year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we could rent him out for rides at kid's birthday parties?  We might make enough money to compensate for his enormous food bill!  I am totally kidding of course.  (or am I?) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - we are really excited!  Makenzy wants to name him Paloma Cat Snowflake - but we have decided on Bentley instead.  Although Paloma Cat Snowflake has a good ring to it, I don't want to be yelling that at 3am when I'm trying to get him to come back inside from a potty break!  But then again - if it's 3am I might be yelling obscenities at him anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SSwinjOP02I/AAAAAAAAAE8/JoFRngbvKyY/s1600-h/Bentley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SSwinjOP02I/AAAAAAAAAE8/JoFRngbvKyY/s320/Bentley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272627326609249122" 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/1095907538463955587-7285325554374141225?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7285325554374141225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7285325554374141225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7285325554374141225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7285325554374141225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/11/sir-bentley-titus-grubb.html' title='Sir Bentley Titus Grubb'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SSwinjOP02I/AAAAAAAAAE8/JoFRngbvKyY/s72-c/Bentley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3064596130480737905</id><published>2008-11-10T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:29:08.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That...</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  I worked, picked up Makenzy from the sitter, went home, cleaned the house, played with Makenzy, cleaned the house some more, had a dance party in the living room, put Makenzy to bed, watched some tv, finished up laundry, went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Got up early, finished picking up the house, had a surprise birthday party for my Mom, by 6:30 everyone was gone, cleaned up a little bit, got Makenzy to bed, watched some more shows, looked at my messy kitchen and gave it the finger (not literally), went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Got up and went to church, came home, put Makenzy down for her nap, wanted to take one myself but finished up the cleaning from the party (finally), almost fell asleep then Makenzy woke up from her nap, David got home from work, we all put socks on and took turns sliding in the foyer on the hardwood (a new favorite thing Makenzy LOVES to do),  had another dance party, then did some more sliding in the foyer, we were all tired so we spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live for the silly moments that me, David and Makenzy have!  If people seriously saw all the crazy things we did - they would think we were insane.  But, we have so much fun!  As David, Makenzy and I were laying in the foyer spinning on our backs laughing hysterically, I had to stop and thank God for my little family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few kids Makenzy age that I know who are battling Cancer (Dante) and Lukemia (Cassie) right now, and another little boy who has had to face multiple surgeries for various medical issues (Brody).  I am praying so hard for them and their families, but at the same time thanking God for all that he has blessed me with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is frightening  how suddenly your life can change in the flash of a second.  I hope and pray that I never have to experience the heartache and worry that these parents have faced.  But, I know God is faithful!  He can heal sickness and mend broken hearts!  He is the great physician!  Dante, Cassie and Brody are all in our thoughts and prayers!  They are all strong, amazing kids!  If you are reading this and can spare a prayer - I'm sure their families would appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-3064596130480737905?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3064596130480737905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3064596130480737905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3064596130480737905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3064596130480737905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-and-that.html' title='This and That...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6502740473055200782</id><published>2008-10-25T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:37:08.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughters a comedian!</title><content type='html'>Last night Me, David and Makenzy were cuddling on the couch watching tv and Makenzy started looking down her shirt.  I said "What's in there sweetie"  she said "hair"  I said "Where's hair?"  ARE YOU READY FOR THIS -  she said "On my boobs".  Hopefully we won't have to have THOSE conversations for quite a while!  For now - we couldn't help but laugh hysterically!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-6502740473055200782?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6502740473055200782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6502740473055200782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6502740473055200782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6502740473055200782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-daughters-comedian.html' title='My daughters a comedian!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-1348724383866941263</id><published>2008-10-24T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:42:08.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SQHQcZLpOrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WDquaPVPHgs/s1600-h/October+2008+005+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SQHQcZLpOrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WDquaPVPHgs/s320/October+2008+005+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260715025960090290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I picked Makenzy up from Mamaw's house yesterday after work, and as we were driving home I accidentally rolled one of the back windows down.  Makenzy said "Mom, oh my gosh - you scared me to death!"  I was laughing so hard I was crying!   She is growing up too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-1348724383866941263?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/1348724383866941263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=1348724383866941263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/1348724383866941263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/1348724383866941263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-funny.html' title='So Funny!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SQHQcZLpOrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WDquaPVPHgs/s72-c/October+2008+005+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-9101278297873837507</id><published>2008-10-21T16:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:14:48.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's growing up!</title><content type='html'>Makenzy was the flower girl in a wedding last weekend. I was so worried that she would freeze at the back of the chapel and start crying for me (which is not unusual when she is scared). But, she was a champ! She smiled and walked slowly down the isle to me at the front of the church. My little girl is growing up - I don't think I'm ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP437zEqQXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F5MegALIvwQ/s1600-h/l_bb9f537f1fe4456ca97be5bec2675f8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP437zEqQXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F5MegALIvwQ/s320/l_bb9f537f1fe4456ca97be5bec2675f8d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702915276882290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP432oA7MPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OTZ21sZmE7c/s1600-h/l_e91a837bf05845b7bb4c910958798024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP432oA7MPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OTZ21sZmE7c/s320/l_e91a837bf05845b7bb4c910958798024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702826409079026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP43uLsYySI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UyPL0KHvUA0/s1600-h/l_811e515eeb044e8381abd15ae5402753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP43uLsYySI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UyPL0KHvUA0/s320/l_811e515eeb044e8381abd15ae5402753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702681367791906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP43oSem0ZI/AAAAAAAAADw/HQnrCmTrN70/s1600-h/l_258f9008848a49b2b5c40fc226073419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP43oSem0ZI/AAAAAAAAADw/HQnrCmTrN70/s320/l_258f9008848a49b2b5c40fc226073419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259702580109824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making home made pepperoni pizza tonight - I thought Makenzy would like helping me make dinner for a change.  I definitely need to do laundry tonight too.  I wore my last pair of pants to work today - and would rather not come to work naked tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 more minutes of work left - I miss my baby girl like crazy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-9101278297873837507?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/9101278297873837507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=9101278297873837507' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/9101278297873837507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/9101278297873837507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-growing-up.html' title='She&apos;s growing up!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SP437zEqQXI/AAAAAAAAAEI/F5MegALIvwQ/s72-c/l_bb9f537f1fe4456ca97be5bec2675f8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3022361615033845452</id><published>2008-10-02T12:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:56:22.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See Ya Chubs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I am starting weight watchers tomorrow!  Well, I'm not doing the whole program like going to meetings and things.  But I am doing the point counting system and exercising daily.  Makenzy and I have actually been walking almost everyday.  Sunday we took a two hour walk around the neighborhood!  I feel so much better when I exercise and she LOVES to take walks in the stroller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I'm tired of being a fat girl!  I never had a weight problem as a child or a teenager!  But when I turned 18 - I think I went up 18 sizes!  It's been 11 years of gaining some weight each year and I'm ready to be myself again! My first weight goal is to lose 40 pounds and then probably another 20.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna miss that diet coke and chips and dip before bed at night!  :)&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/1095907538463955587-3022361615033845452?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3022361615033845452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3022361615033845452' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3022361615033845452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3022361615033845452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-ya-chubs.html' title='See Ya Chubs...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3720819906491198427</id><published>2008-09-30T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:36:19.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Gets it from Her Mama!</title><content type='html'>I have been noticing lately that Makenzy is JUST like me!  She says and does things exactly like I do.  (example) If David and I are passing each other - I always put my arm in front of him playing around.  Makenzy walked by him last week and did the same thing, then she started laughing hysterically at herself for doing it.  I said "I can't believe she just did that"  David said "Why can't you believe it, she is just like you - she does everything you do".  She might look more like her Daddy (although she does have some of my features), but she definitely acts just like her Mama!  And yes, I am very proud of that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just really makes me feel like less of  a failure as a Mom for having to be away from her for 8 hours a day.  The past couple of days I have really realized that it doesn't matter to her that I am a working Mother.  I really am the most important person in her life and she loves me unconditionally as I do her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a promise to my daughter:  I will no longer feel guilty for having to be a working mother!  I promise her that I will live everyday with a positive attitude so that my life and hers (David too) will flourish.  I will cherish the moments that we have together and not take them for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095907538463955587-3720819906491198427?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3720819906491198427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3720819906491198427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3720819906491198427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3720819906491198427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-gets-it-from-her-mama.html' title='She Gets it from Her Mama!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-3081124045608580257</id><published>2008-09-17T11:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:15:26.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe I haven't written since August 8th!  The past two months have been a big blur.  Okay - so on with the update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved into our new house on September 6th, but didn't finally close on it until the 12th (Friday morning).   On Friday night (the 12th) we had our immediate family and a few close friends over for Makenzy's birthday Luau!  Surprisingly, we managed to get the entire house painted, moved in, unpacked, and had everything together in 2 weeks (before her party).  I am completely exhausted, but am happy that we can relax in our new home!  There are still things that need to be done - pictures to buy and hang, the landscaping needs ripped out and re-done; but these are all things that we like to do.  I think the yard is one the agenda for this weekend.  Our neighbors are all so friendly!   Our next door neighbor is a little weird though - but still nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my little princess is 2!  Where has the time gone?  I vividly remember the day I brought her home.  I remember what she was wearing and who came to our house to see her.  I remember the feeling of guilt and disappointment I had with myself for not being able to nurse her (she couldn't latch properly).  I remember the plethora of emotions I had when I looked into her innocent eyes.  It really seems like it was yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She amazes me more and more everyday.  She is smart, witty, hilarious, sweet, caring and beautiful (among other great qualities of course).  I can't wait to see what the future holds for her.  Whatever that may be, I'll be right there beside her cheering her on all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pictures of the house and her birthday will be posted by the end of the week)&lt;br /&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/1095907538463955587-3081124045608580257?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/3081124045608580257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=3081124045608580257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3081124045608580257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/3081124045608580257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6196821354681138215</id><published>2008-08-08T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:25:43.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Sold Our House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;First of all, please excuse me if this post makes no sense!  It is just after midnight and I cannot for the life of me fall asleep!  I am so excited about selling our house, but am completely stressing that we have to be moved and in our new house in 3 weeks!  David and I are so in love with our soon to be new home!  I hope that we will have as many great memories there as we have had in this house the past 4 years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Thanks to my insomnia I have just picked out most of the paint colors for the entire house!  I'm still not sure what I want to do in Makenzy's room?  I'll probably just do one main color with an accent for now, and then when she moves into her "big girl" bed I will update her decor at that time.  Also, I have no idea what I want to do in any of the bathrooms?  I think I will take some pics the next time we go through it so I can ponder on that for a week or so!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;David has given me complete interior design control over the entire house!  For those of you who don't know....David is very opinionated about decorating a home.  Luckily we have the same sense of style when it comes to decor, but it is a little annoying when he challenges me on the color of a lampshade!  Most guys could care less what color of paint is on the walls or what type of carpet is laid on the floor - not my husband!  This is a big step for him!  Maybe he has realized how much I thrive for this type of thing.  Interior design really is one of my passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Tomorrow I have to work all day, get the contract for our new home complete and get all of the documents together needed for our loan.  I think we are going to go look at furniture tomorrow night.  We need a new dining room set, kitchen nook table and chairs, office furniture and living room set for the new house.  Saturday, David and I are going to eat at a really fancy restaurant (Jag's) in celebration of him graduating college this week (I am so proud of him) and the purchase of our new home (I need to ask Mom if she will watch Kenzy cakes).  Sunday, will be church and then our buyer is coming at 2:30 to have her uncle do an "inspection".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Well, it's almost 12:30am and I need to get up at 5:45am!  If you made it this far through my ramblings....thanks for reading! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1095907538463955587-6196821354681138215?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6196821354681138215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6196821354681138215' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6196821354681138215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6196821354681138215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-sold-our-house.html' title='We Sold Our House!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7910637672210608333</id><published>2008-07-22T13:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:49:38.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like a back hand with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I make it through the day without choking someone, then it will be a good day!  Is it Friday yet?&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/1095907538463955587-7910637672210608333?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7910637672210608333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7910637672210608333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7910637672210608333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7910637672210608333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/07/would-you-like-back-hand-with-that.html' title='Would you like a back hand with that?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-666813697190244188</id><published>2008-07-18T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:42:04.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, the a/c guy finally came at 3:30 yesterday.  He was a bit of a creeper and kept telling me (and Makenzy) how pretty she was.  Seriously dude, fix the unit and get out of my house!  Luckily, a hose was just loose so he was only there for 15 minutes.  $70.00 later......it's fixed and creeper is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Dentist at 5pm, got my cavities filled.  He didn't have to numb me, I was happy about that.  20 minutes and $215.00 later - I have perfect teeth again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I decided that we are in the wrong professions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitement - we went and ate at Texas Roadhouse and then went to the grocery store.  We were out of everything....it's nice to have food in the fridge again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that we don't have a/c in our building at work.  Most of the offices have window air conditioners, but it is about 200 degrees in here today and I'm starting to feel like a sweaty Betty......hmmm....maybe that will get me out of here early today!  Seriously, how much is tuition here...$36,000 per year per student......put some air in the office buildings instead of building a 12 million dollar parking garage that NOBODY parks in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-666813697190244188?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/666813697190244188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=666813697190244188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/666813697190244188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/666813697190244188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-how-much.html' title='That&apos;s how much?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-2528534152599190427</id><published>2008-07-17T14:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:49:54.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it have to be crazy every day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel like lately my days just fall apart!  I woke up this morning and felt like I was run over by a truck from mowing Dad's grass last night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but, I will gladly do it again next week)&lt;/span&gt;.  I mowed our back yard the day before and was fine....so I know that I'm just not out of shape! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of the shower to the sound of a loud noise coming from the a/c unit....then the sound of water pouring onto the floor.  Sure enough...it's pumping water inside instead of outside.  Called the a/c company at 8:30am and still no call from them to come fix it.  They are supposed to call 30 minutes ahead of time so I can leave work and get home before they come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dentist appointment at 5pm today (have to get 2 potential cavities filled), and am hoping that my a/c is fixed before then.  If not...Dad will have to come to the rescue!  Dear Lord, I love to spend money.....but would rather it be on shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still crazy at work.....definitely not seeing a light at the end of a tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a better day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-2528534152599190427?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2528534152599190427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=2528534152599190427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2528534152599190427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2528534152599190427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-it-have-to-be-crazy-every-day.html' title='Does it have to be crazy every day?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-477563927361842273</id><published>2008-07-14T11:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:00:49.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Filled Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SHt3_agtThI/AAAAAAAAABs/zQUipD0F1p0/s1600-h/June++July+2008+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SHt3_agtThI/AAAAAAAAABs/zQUipD0F1p0/s320/June++July+2008+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222900124198194706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SHt314gTpRI/AAAAAAAAABk/fPi4-GpE2O0/s1600-h/June++July+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SHt314gTpRI/AAAAAAAAABk/fPi4-GpE2O0/s320/June++July+2008+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222899960450884882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We ran non-stop this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  I worked all day.  David had to work until 8pm (I hate his job), so I picked Makenzy up from the Grubb's.  We went to Target to get a present (but couldn't leave without buying Makenzy some clothes), went out to Grandma's for a little bit, went home, played until bath time, David got home, put Kenz to bed, then crashed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:  Got up early, cleaned the house, fed Makenzy breakfast, played, put her down for a nap, went to a Bridal Shower, came back home, cleaned some more, went to Grandma's for a cookout (she really out did herself), stayed a few hours, left and went to an Engagement party (had a blast), Makenzy flirted with a 20 month old - he flirted back, went home when the storm came, got Kenzy to bed, David and I watch Fool's Gold - it was cute. couldn't wait to lay my head on the  pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Got up early again, played with Makenzy for a while, tried to put her down for a nap - was not successful, went to King's Island amusement park at 2pm, rode a few rides (Makenzy wasn't really excited like I thought she would be), went to the water park - we had a great time, left when the park was about to close at 7pm, drove home - Makenzy was so tired she didn't even get a bath last night, picked up the house (not literally), went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next weekend will be a little more low key!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-477563927361842273?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/477563927361842273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=477563927361842273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/477563927361842273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/477563927361842273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-filled-weekend.html' title='Fun Filled Weekend'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SHt3_agtThI/AAAAAAAAABs/zQUipD0F1p0/s72-c/June++July+2008+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6678426787324682081</id><published>2008-07-10T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:25:14.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, what a crazy month it's been!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, June and July have been absolutely crazy (the following is what's been going on)!  I have been so busy at work, most days I even forget to get up and go pee (TMI?)!  Thankfully, I am getting  caught up and slowing down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are getting closer to being able to put our home on the market.  We are thinking with in the next 2 weeks we will put that sign out in our front yard.   There are 4 different houses we are interested in....praying that one of them will work out for us, and also praying that ours sells fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad has been having some medical issues &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(hey Dad...yep...you made the blog)&lt;/span&gt;.  It scares the crap out of me every time I get a call that says "I need your help....your Dad....."  Makenzy has been so sweet while he has been sick.  She calls him "sicky boy pawpaw" and insists that we pray for him every night (I would anyways...but she never lets me forget).  Dad, I love you and don't know what I would do without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to plan a big vacation (me, David and Makenzy) for next year.  I think we have decided on the Beaches Resort in Jamaica!  I am just waiting for my travel agent to call me back with firm pricing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.....so in a nutshell, that's the dealio!  It's 4:24, so I'm heading out of here to go pick up my princess!  I'll write again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tiff&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-6678426787324682081?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6678426787324682081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6678426787324682081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6678426787324682081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6678426787324682081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-what-crazy-month-its-been.html' title='Oh, what a crazy month it&apos;s been!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-2796791790341787414</id><published>2008-06-04T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:41:44.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back in the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SEbh0ybMTqI/AAAAAAAAABU/a7mx5TLpmtI/s1600-h/May+2008+Vacation+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SEbh0ybMTqI/AAAAAAAAABU/a7mx5TLpmtI/s320/May+2008+Vacation+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208098316105830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are back from vacation!  We had a great time with my parents, nieces and nephews.  All of the kids were great on the long 17 hour drive down and back.  I was so surprised that they were so well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely paying for being off work for a week.  I am struggling to get caught up on my work.  Now is a busy time anyways....oh, well....a week off with Makenzy is well worth the piles of work I'm buried under now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-2796791790341787414?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2796791790341787414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=2796791790341787414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2796791790341787414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2796791790341787414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-back-in-swing-of-things.html' title='Getting Back in the Swing of Things'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SEbh0ybMTqI/AAAAAAAAABU/a7mx5TLpmtI/s72-c/May+2008+Vacation+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-6501951596093663271</id><published>2008-05-22T15:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:48:37.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SDXN2M6lESI/AAAAAAAAABM/bxYfMnRMgxM/s1600-h/RoundSigChallenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SDXN2M6lESI/AAAAAAAAABM/bxYfMnRMgxM/s320/RoundSigChallenge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203291275560030498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I'm getting complaints that I haven't written lately!  Sorry for the delay (Connis Burtis)!  I have been super busy at work trying to get everything squared away here so we can go on vacation.  I haven't even started getting things together for vacation yet (YIKES).  Those who know me well are probably shocked that I don't have a spreadsheet checklist and itinerary printed out for everyone yet.  I'm really just looking forward to relaxing and soaking in every minute of time I get to spend with my family.  I don't even care if we just sit around all week and just talk.....I'm just looking forward to getting away and creating new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back tomorrow.......I will posting again!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-6501951596093663271?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/6501951596093663271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=6501951596093663271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6501951596093663271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/6501951596093663271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SDXN2M6lESI/AAAAAAAAABM/bxYfMnRMgxM/s72-c/RoundSigChallenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-4779107405192226031</id><published>2008-05-15T15:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:35:15.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't have anything clever today.....I have a headache...BLAH!  I need to get back into the chiropractor for a massage asap!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tonight:  Going to eat at Chili's (one of my favorite places) with David, Makenzy, Mom and Dad.  Then going to get bras for my birthday!  I am in desperate need of some "fresh" support for the girls.  Then, taking back some pants to Kohl's....hopefully buying a few more things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  I have a mound of ironing to do when I get home.....I'm definitely not looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-4779107405192226031?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4779107405192226031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=4779107405192226031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4779107405192226031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4779107405192226031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/blah.html' title='BLAH!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7003806789131437433</id><published>2008-05-12T13:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:15:04.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCiIr6kqSFI/AAAAAAAAABE/5ygD-jGVUFc/s1600-h/Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCiIr6kqSFI/AAAAAAAAABE/5ygD-jGVUFc/s320/Ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199556057838012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday:  David had to work all day (he worked at total of 56 hours last week....he needs to get a new job).  Me and Makenzy had a great morning and afternoon of cleaning, grocery shopping, playing and dancing!  That night we had another mother/daughter banquet to attend at my Grandma's church.  While not a "blast", it was much better than the mother/daughter banquet the previous weekend (Mom owes me for the rest of my life for sitting through 3 hours of that "royal tea party" torture).  I got home at about 8:00pm and David was ready to give me my mother's day/birthday/anniversary present.  It was a gorgeous ring with Makenzy's birthstone (blue sapphire) in it (pictured above). I am so blessed to have such an amazing husband.  I admire him so much for everything he does to provide for me and Makenzy.  Some days I'm not sure how he does it all working 50 hours a week, going to school, and still finding time for me and Kenz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a great Mother's Day and birthday!  We went to church in the morning (I went to the nursery with Makenzy), after church we went to David's parents house, then came home to let Makenzy nap for a bit, then headed to my parents house for some more good food and fellowship.  David had 2 papers due at midnight, so we came back home at about 6pm.  We were all exhausted from a long day, so Makenzy was in bed by 9pm and I headed to bed at about 9:45.  Yes, I went to bed at 9:45pm........I guess I really am getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks until our vacation...........I am SO ready!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-7003806789131437433?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7003806789131437433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7003806789131437433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7003806789131437433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7003806789131437433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-great-weekend.html' title='It Was a Great Weekend!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCiIr6kqSFI/AAAAAAAAABE/5ygD-jGVUFc/s72-c/Ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-4970723981230341000</id><published>2008-05-09T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:09:58.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honors of Mother's Day (a little early)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="fs5"&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;I had never been puked on.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;Chewed on.&lt;br /&gt;Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.&lt;br /&gt;Or give shots.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked into teary eyes and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I could love someone so much.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I would love being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so&lt;br /&gt;important and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I was a Mom -&lt;br /&gt;I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&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/1095907538463955587-4970723981230341000?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/4970723981230341000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=4970723981230341000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4970723981230341000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/4970723981230341000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-honors-of-mothers-day-little-early.html' title='In Honors of Mother&apos;s Day (a little early)'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-2801089874033473009</id><published>2008-05-09T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:16:29.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on Roses &amp; Whiskers on Kittens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCSG04ZwNwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UxSwIv9tb0A/s1600-h/April+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCSG04ZwNwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UxSwIv9tb0A/s320/April+2008+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198428112944117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, while washing my hands in the restroom a few moments ago I noticed that I have a fire engine red zit coming up beneath my nose (I think I caught it from Rissa Roo).  If you notice it....don't stare, it's not polite :).  In spite of it putting me in an annoyed state, I thought I would list some of my favorite things to cheer me up (they are in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenzy (of course), finding a good parking spot (anywhere), thunderstorms, laying on the beach, sunshine, snow on Christmas day, artichokes, walking in the rain, planting flowers, smiling at strangers, strangers smiling back, grocery shopping, hugs and kisses, cooking, traveling, nice weekends, pickles, compliments, hi-lights, shopping, Costco, talking on the phone, getting mail (not credit card apps), myspace, family and friends, lemonade on a warm day, i village September sunflowers playgroup, eating dinner on the patio, Bailey, trips to the Zoo, farmers markets, high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of right now.....additions may follow later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must organize my desk.....it looks a little scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-2801089874033473009?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/2801089874033473009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=2801089874033473009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2801089874033473009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/2801089874033473009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/raindrops-on-roses-whiskers-on-kittens.html' title='Raindrops on Roses &amp; Whiskers on Kittens...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCSG04ZwNwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UxSwIv9tb0A/s72-c/April+2008+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095907538463955587.post-7985643120883044786</id><published>2008-05-08T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:48:31.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first official  day of blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCM8y3XgstI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AwsGlmMuPq4/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCM8y3XgstI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AwsGlmMuPq4/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198065239469372114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so crazy and hectic at work!  I am so glad that the students will be gone as of tomorrow.  That means that I WILL get a good parking spot for the rest of the summer!  YAY for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's for dinner tonight?  I have a frozen Bertolli meal in the freezer, but that doesn't sound too appetizing today.  It actually kind of makes me nauseas thinking about it.  My night will be filled with Makenzy, dishes, laundry and ironing...fun night in the Grubb house that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who actually reads this.....Welcome to my life!  I am starting this blog as a way to get my thoughts out and to keep friends and family up to date on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1095907538463955587-7985643120883044786?l=tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/feeds/7985643120883044786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095907538463955587&amp;postID=7985643120883044786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7985643120883044786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095907538463955587/posts/default/7985643120883044786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanygrubb.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-official-day-of-blogging.html' title='My first official  day of blogging!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10531338489337868897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SNPlR2hgSYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OmV6fuM4WZ4/S220/Picture+028.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VFd3_-FdpMY/SCM8y3XgstI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AwsGlmMuPq4/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
