<?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-4304109153922698432</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:09:09.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turners</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-640274325553541580</id><published>2010-04-20T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:00:19.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/S83rlzYFeQI/AAAAAAAAACk/m3jvfMhg00k/s1600/maggie+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280957749197058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/S83rlzYFeQI/AAAAAAAAACk/m3jvfMhg00k/s320/maggie+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/S83ps-zOC5I/AAAAAAAAACc/QZ5vxZlYWSU/s1600/Maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462278882051623826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/S83ps-zOC5I/AAAAAAAAACc/QZ5vxZlYWSU/s320/Maggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAGGIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie is my spoiled rotten diva dog. About 2 years ago this little bundle of joy came up to our house. At the time T was against having a dog and told me to not feed the dog. Well I have a soft spot in my heart for animals and would secretly feed the dog. For weeks the dog stayed around and I guess T realized what I was doing and we caught her. She has been our baby since day one. She loves to rough house and play with her daddy and cuddle and snuggle with her mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-640274325553541580?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/640274325553541580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=640274325553541580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/640274325553541580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/640274325553541580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2010/04/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/S83rlzYFeQI/AAAAAAAAACk/m3jvfMhg00k/s72-c/maggie+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-4783980943707780476</id><published>2010-01-18T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:06:52.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>2 posts in one day?? Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also figured this would be a good place to record my thoughts on our process of building our first house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I have been talking about it and we knew our living arrangement was just temporary. Well we could not think of any reason why we were waiting so we have started the process of getting the plans drawn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks ago we met with a architect to draw up plans. We are taking 2 plans and combining different aspects from each one. We got the first draft of plans thursday and was told to take it home and think of any changes. After we give him the go ahead he will draw up plans and to the bank we head.  It is such a scary and exciting experience. So buckle up for a wild ride with the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-4783980943707780476?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4783980943707780476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=4783980943707780476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4783980943707780476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4783980943707780476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2010/01/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-9061589667958774650</id><published>2010-01-18T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:00:54.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well it has been along time since I last blogged but I decided with the new year that I should start blogging and recording our daily life down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 so far has been pretty hard on me. I will start from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the New Year we went to Gulfport to visit some friend and to hear his band play at the Hard Rock Casino in Biloxi. Friday night we had fun enjoying the band and getting to go backstage etc. Saturday night is when things took a turn...Periodically I get very bad migraines. While sitting at the casino I got a headache. I got up went to the restroom and it got worse. At that point I took 3 aleve. I went back into the bar and it was justing getting worse and worse. I told T I was going to go sit in the front where it was quiet and see if that helped. I took 3 more aleve while sitting out there and it kept getting worse and worse. So T comes out and told me to head home and get some rest. Everyone had been drinking so I would need to drive myself. A 30 minute drive took me over a hour because the road kept getting blurry and I could not see straight. I finally get to our friends house and take 3 more aleve. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up shaking and I thought I was cold so I put on 2 pairs of socks, a long sleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt. I go back to sleep and wake up later and I was violently shaking I could not control anything. I reached for my phone and could not even dial. T just happened to walk in the room and they rushed me to the ER. When I get there I was told I took a overdose of aleve and they gave me some medicine for my nausea and my anxiety. They sent me home and we rested all day sunday and came home Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday of that following week I almost passed out in the shower but I get dressed and go into work. I get to work for about 30 minutes and I pass out. My boss calls T and told him to come take me to the ER. When I get to the ER my blood pressure is very low and thats why I kept passing out. So they hook me up to lots of machines to monitor my heart rate and other things. In the mean time the dr is ordering all kinds of tests. Everytime he would get a result he would say "Well it is not that, lets try this". Every test came back negative. Finally he released me about 4 hours later and told me I had effects from my migraine that at that point was lasting over a week, dehydration, and exhaustion and told me to get lots of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday of that same week our pipes froze. 5 days later, a replaced water line, and more dirt we had running water. Living with a cooler of water in my living room is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am hoping that the rest of 2010 is much better for us than it has started out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-9061589667958774650?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/9061589667958774650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=9061589667958774650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/9061589667958774650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/9061589667958774650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8506567855694762791</id><published>2008-07-21T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:58:55.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>So this has been a very stressful end of the week for me. But I will try to update everyone as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the doctor came in and did a focus test on my grandmother he put his finger in between her eyes and your eyes are suppose to come to see the finger well hers did not. So the doctor then ran some more tests and he found out that she has brain damage. He said he was not sure what caused it but more than likely it was...when everyone goes to sleep at night at one point during the night you stop breathing and she stopped breathing for too long and has some brain damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fast forward to today and a MRI was done and we found out that she does have some brain damage. She has a feeding tube in just to make sure she get her nutrients and also any  medicine will go through it her skin is extremely thin and tears very easily. Today they were suppose to move her to another nursing home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this has been hard on my family we do feel better that we know what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for all the prayers. We truely are uplifted right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8506567855694762791?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8506567855694762791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8506567855694762791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8506567855694762791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8506567855694762791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-1885220405700608866</id><published>2008-07-17T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:45:43.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed....</title><content type='html'>So my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease not to long after TT and I got married. It was very hard on me to accept when I was about 20 or so my grandfather had this horrible disease and eventually passed away with heart failure. I just saw how bad this hurt my mom. A few months back (when it was still cold outside) my grandmother got out of her little apartment and fell and almost died while outside. So my family decided to put her in a nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got a phone call from my mom telling me they had to put my grandmother back in the hospital she was severely dehydrated. Basically she is so dehydrated it has caused a infection in her body and they are fighting it off wit heavy antibiotics while pushing nutrients and vitamins through her body. Currently she is not talking but is wanting to. The doctor feels confident that she will make a turn around. &lt;br /&gt;And when she does leave we will be putting her in another nursing home because we do not feel she got the best of care and it was THEIR fault she got this way. When the doctors weighed my grandmother in she weighed 117...I do not know if she EVER weighed that little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to visit with her and it was the hardest thing i have ever done. I know my grandmother is 84 years old. And I have no questions she will be going to heaven to see my grandfather and not be in any pain. I am just selfish and I want hr here with me. I am struggling with this big time. And right now my family needs all the prayers we can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-1885220405700608866?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1885220405700608866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=1885220405700608866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1885220405700608866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1885220405700608866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers needed....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-2109587738284794513</id><published>2008-07-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:38:06.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordinfo.info/words/images/tech-marriage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wordinfo.info/words/images/tech-marriage.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT and I have been married over 7 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 1 I asked TT if it felt like we were married that long and he replied "No, it feels like yesterday we just got married!". What a sweet comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not feel like it has been that long. I looked in our freezer the other day and noticed our cake topper and realzed we soon will be eating it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-2109587738284794513?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2109587738284794513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=2109587738284794513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2109587738284794513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2109587738284794513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/tt-and-i-have-been-married-over-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8087605417711903126</id><published>2008-07-05T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:31:33.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagevine.com/backgrounds/july-4th/july-4th-powerpoint-slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.imagevine.com/backgrounds/july-4th/july-4th-powerpoint-slide.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TT and I had a pretty low key holiday which was nice considering how big both our families are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT has not been feeling well all week so I had the privilege of spending the entire week with him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went to the golf course with my dad and Scooter (SK). It was fun to get out and feel the warm hot sun on us. I enjoyed the reading time I got since I can not seem to grasp the whole golf thing. So I end up driving the cart around and reading. It is fun and relaxing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well TT was down the rest of the week and barely moved off the couch. We did have a church cookout at a local lake. It was quite fun fellowship with our church family and we also ate some really good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday my parents threw a small cookout with all the BBQ fixin' including homemade ice cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to TT's dads house for another BBQ cookout. It was quite tasty as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall even though TT has been under the weather we had a good and relaxing weekend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8087605417711903126?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8087605417711903126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8087605417711903126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8087605417711903126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8087605417711903126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th-weekend.html' title='July 4th Weekend!'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8745051156261713081</id><published>2008-06-26T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:46:55.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Obsession....</title><content type='html'>So lately I have found a new obsession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday from 4-6 I am glued to the tv like a young kid watching their favorite cartoon. My cartoon of choice is Beverly Hill 90120 on the SoapNet! (I should get some money from the SoapNet for advertising it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love it and I really hate it when I miss a episode...eventhough I have already seen all the episodes. Anyways  sit there with my diet coke and my mini bag of kettle corn popcorn and just eat up every word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When TT gets home I am still sitting there watching it and it drives him crazy. He thinks it is the stupidest show ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 90120!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8745051156261713081?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8745051156261713081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8745051156261713081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8745051156261713081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8745051156261713081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-6373494776950157610</id><published>2008-06-20T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:17:24.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus....</title><content type='html'>So it has been awhile since my last post. I will try not to bore you with all the details and keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and I have been back from California for about two weeks now! I have to say I love San Diego. I think I could have spent a month there and never get to see all the things I wanted to. I am a huge history nerd and we got to tour a ship that was used in the 90s. We walked around the marina alot. TT would say his fovorite was the baseball game we caught...Cardinals won. I would love to go back. LA was too big and busy for me. We did go to Hollywood and Vine which is where all the stars are on the sidewalk. We did not get to see half of the things I wanted to see. Then we went to the mountains and farm country. Around this time I was starting to get homesick it was cold there and there was zero sun the whole time. So it was nice to see some farmland and cattle. I was very happy to leave and come back to the good ole South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying being a housewife. In all my life I thought I always wanted to be a career oriented chick. Well the greatest pleasure I have is just being a housewife for Tyler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be a busy one for us. And I am going to try to do better with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-6373494776950157610?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6373494776950157610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=6373494776950157610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6373494776950157610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6373494776950157610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-1547985950918371399</id><published>2008-05-07T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:36:01.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J is for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been been posting as much recently. I have been busy and we do not have the internet at home. Sorry to all 3 of my readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok I admit I am having a difficult time thinking of something with a J. I keep replaying that Johnny Cash song Jackson in my head over and over. And that is where this post came from well Johnny Cash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T and I use to have movie night with all our friends before we were even together. Everyone would pile into the living room and every Thursday we watched a new movie.  We always had tons of junk food and just hung out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When T and I first got together the movie "Walk the Line" just came out on DVD. And all the "gang" was so pumped to get to watch for maybe the fifth time.  Well T and I had to sit beside each other and I remember he grabbed my hand and I my heart just started pounding out of my chest. It was THE moment I thought I really really like this guy and he might be the one. I remember my best friend pulled me outside so she could smoke and we could have girl talk and she said so whats going on with you and T and I said i think I am going to marry T. Aww so cheesy and corny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I will leave you with this song..... the song that made  me remember that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzhzCF77GDo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nzhzCF77GDo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-1547985950918371399?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1547985950918371399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=1547985950918371399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1547985950918371399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1547985950918371399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/05/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-9182216396422250861</id><published>2008-04-30T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:55:21.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I is for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so excited!!! I know corny.....My best friend Allison got engaged Saturday!! She has set a wedding date for September 27. YAY!!! Another wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS I have some pictures I want to post but for some reason the pictures are not wanting to load today. blah I will post soon!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-9182216396422250861?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/9182216396422250861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=9182216396422250861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/9182216396422250861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/9182216396422250861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8273587875064567709</id><published>2008-04-25T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:41:54.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H is for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello Darlin' I am BACK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am sorry to all my faithful readers that I have been MIA lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday when we were leaving Orange Beach I woke up feeling very strange and I just did not feel right. I got dizzy a couple of times but did not really think anything of it. Monday I woke up at home and I was dizzy from the word go. I had a doctors appt and went to get in the shower and a wave of dizziness hit me and I could not even function without holding onto the wall. So I called my mom and she told me it sounded like I had &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertigo_(medical)"&gt;vertigo&lt;/a&gt;. The best way I can explain what I was feeling was it feels like you are on a cheap drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finally after a week I am feeling much better and can function in daily life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am hoping to get all my pictures up from my mini vacation as TT calls it. And I will save all my fun details of that for a later post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8273587875064567709?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8273587875064567709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8273587875064567709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8273587875064567709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8273587875064567709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-3643011291378084941</id><published>2008-04-18T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:44:16.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;G is for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GETAWAY WEEKEND!!!&lt;/strong&gt; This weekend we are going on weekend trip with some of our best friends in the world!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are loading up two cars and heading out to Orange Beach, Alabama around 4 today. We are going to spend the entire weekend relaxing and resting. I am very excited to get away from Starkville for a weekend. I will post more about our exciting trip when we get back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-3643011291378084941?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3643011291378084941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=3643011291378084941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/3643011291378084941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/3643011291378084941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/g.html' title='G'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-159800447230978782</id><published>2008-04-16T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:01:17.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F is for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well I am not going to lie "f" has been a hard letter for me to think of something. I do not want all my blogs to be boring and so plain so it has been hard thinking of something that I think fits the bill...Lauren told me to write about...farm, freedom, frank and beans (what was she thinking?), ford,  or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; those options I do  not really like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here I go at another session of rambling... &lt;strong&gt;FLOWERS&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As many of you may know or may not know I was not blessed with a green thumb for gardening. My mom and my grandmother on the other hand are wonderful gardeners. My mom is more of a plant person not so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt; but my grandmother will have pots filled with flowers and the flowers are just overflowing and it is so pretty when you drive to her house with those flowers greeting you. I am going to try to take a cue from her and learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember when I was 18 my mom bought me a plant to try to keep and everyday she would ask me if i watered my plant and I would say no and then I would water it. So yes I watered my plant to death. OOPS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have impressed myself recently about a year ago I bought a indoor green plant at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wal-&lt;/span&gt;Mart for very cheap. I sat it in my kitchen and it is still alive today. So I am thinking that me over watering my plants is in my past. So since I am becoming a domestic goddess (house wife) I decided I needed to try my hand at some outdoor plants. Wish  me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now I have been bugging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; about getting me 2 ferns to go on our porch I told him they would make the porch look so springy. He thinks I am crazy. I am going to get my grandmother to go with me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; to help m pick out some flowers. I want the easiest kind to take care of you know just watering very little pruning or fertilizing....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; much care for dirt underneath my fingernails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will keep all 2 of my readers informed on my plant life here in Mississippi. I know everyone is on pins and needles waiting on the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-159800447230978782?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/159800447230978782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=159800447230978782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/159800447230978782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/159800447230978782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-1540114453392520475</id><published>2008-04-15T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:35:12.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E is for ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could not really think of anything for the letter is so I decided to do &lt;strong&gt;Eight&lt;/strong&gt; fun facts about me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. I have recently become obsessed with having my finger nails painted. I love the way it makes my hands look better. Strange I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. I drink way too much diet cokes throughout the day and not enough water. Which that is not really anything exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.  I like to think of myself as being very crafty but really in the end I procrastinate till I have NOTHING else to do to even start craft projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. I hate feet. I think they are the most disgusting part on a human body. I can not stand for people to touch mine or even to look at feet. The only way I will wear flip flops is if my toes are polished and they look pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. I love the sun more than most people. It is such a warmth feeling that comes all over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. I love to cook but I HATE to clean the kitchen up after me. I have been known to leave a sink full of dishes overnight just so TT can wash them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. I like unhealthy food as much as I like healthy food. If there is a option for me to eat a snack of healthy food or unhealthy more than likely I will eat unhealthy. I love chips and salsa so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. I could eat mexican food everyday and I will never get tired of it. I love burritos and tacos oh my!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also...I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ECSTATIC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that tax season is over with and I do not have to put in long long days anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-1540114453392520475?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1540114453392520475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=1540114453392520475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1540114453392520475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1540114453392520475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-6257979359373487101</id><published>2008-04-14T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:38.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;for some reason I really like this picture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189174497479588466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/SAOmtkfJenI/AAAAAAAAABo/MLIm7xtkAgg/s320/blackheels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I saw the picture on the pioneer womans blog.&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/4304109153922698432-6257979359373487101?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6257979359373487101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=6257979359373487101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6257979359373487101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6257979359373487101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-this-picture.html' title='I like this picture...'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/SAOmtkfJenI/AAAAAAAAABo/MLIm7xtkAgg/s72-c/blackheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-3045610271188435494</id><published>2008-04-14T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:23:38.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D is for....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing- &lt;/strong&gt;When I was a little girl my parents put me in gymnastics to become the next great gymnast. I never loved this and always hated going to practices. So my parents decided they would try me in dancing. I LOVED it...jazz, tap, ballet, hip hop. I loved it all. In high school I made the dance team as varsity when I was in 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade...I was the only 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader on the team. My love for dance has even gone over to my adult life. In college I would dance in clubs not worried what anyone would say. It is a great release for me from all my worries. I just wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed it as much as I do. I really want to learn Ballroom dancing next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diet Coke&lt;/strong&gt;- As many people know I have a fond love for this wonderfully flavored drink. My day does not officially start till I have one in hand or I have drank one. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; addicted to diet coke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our honeymoon in Mexico the DC down there just did not taste the same and I usually just drank Sprite or Orange Juice. Eleven days without the taste in my mouth was very hard on me. Finally on the day we were leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; told me that he thought the DC would taste the same back in the states since it was a American flight. I could not wait to finally taste my DC and that was all I talked about with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;. I think he got tired of me talking about it. So finally on the plane the I got my drink of choice and it was the best feeling to me. When I was finally able to call the parents and let them know we landed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt; I told mom I had the best DC EVER. She laughed and told me she could  not make it like I did for eleven days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-3045610271188435494?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/3045610271188435494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=3045610271188435494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/3045610271188435494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/3045610271188435494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/d.html' title='D'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-4390884154616035598</id><published>2008-04-11T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:10:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C is for Control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since college I have really struggled with what my future held for me. It was scary for me to give up control to God and let him lead me where I need to go. I have always thought that I have let him have control but I have also had some part in the decision making. Recently it has been laid on my heart that I need to turn my life completely over to him 100% and not just what I am willing to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new radio station in our area that has become my favorite...K Love it is a contemporary Christian music station. I find myself more  soothed in a way when I listen to this station. My 20 minute drive home from work has now become my daily talk time to God and it is one of the most cherishest times I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week the radio station has been having a fundraiser to raise money for the station since they do not have advertisers on the station all the funding is provided my these pledges. On Wednesday I was really questioning God and the path he has laid out for me and the radio announcer was telling a story of how she was trying to control her life and not give it over completely. And she was not truely pleased or happy with the way she felt. So one day she was on the highway and "God is in Control" by Twila Paris came on the station and tears were streaming down her face and she knew it was her sign to give her life over completely. Right after her story they played the song. And just knowing someone else was once in the shoes I am in now hit me hard. Tears were streaming down my face and I knew I needed to give my life over to him and let God lead me where I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was as if almost instantly a peace came over me and the worrys left me. I can not explain the feeling I had to anyone. But now I know that God has complete control over my life and I am willing to go where He leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will help someone that is struggling like I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in Control by Twila Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2H34lMOAyg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2H34lMOAyg&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-4390884154616035598?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4390884154616035598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=4390884154616035598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4390884154616035598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4390884154616035598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/c.html' title='C'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8591030381827150888</id><published>2008-04-09T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:47:09.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B is for BASEBALL, Bulldogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So many of you know I have a complete obsession with baseball really just the Mississippi State Bulldogs (which leads to my second "b" of the day) and St. Louis Cardinals. Tyler has been a huge Cardinals fan he says his whole life he took me to a weekend of games two years ago when they played the Cubbies at home and I have been hooked ever since. Well except for the occasional cheering for Jonathan Papelbon (Boston) he went to MSU and my parents actually had him as their "foster" son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So one of mine and Tylers dreams is to visit every MLB park it will be hard and time consuming but we are willing to give a shot. We are going to 2 parks this summer...LA Dodger and San Diego Padres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was little my parents use to take me to baseball games and while the other kids were off running around playing I had to either watch the game or play on a blanket with my barbies. It was a great way to grow up and it grew my love for Americas Favorite Pass Time. Around the end of Feb. my heart starts skipping a beat just knowing baseball is right around the corner. I love the smell of people cooking in the outfield, the sun beating down on your face, the sound of the crack of the bat. I love it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Bulldogs....I have always and will always bleed maroon and white. I love everything MSU has to offer and I pull for the team no matter what we are going or how poorly we are doing. I fully believe my children will grow up loving MSU as much as I have. I have many fond memories on the campus walking to classes and chatting. Some of my best friends were made on that campus and in those classrooms. The Bulldogs will always hold a special place in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8591030381827150888?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8591030381827150888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8591030381827150888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8591030381827150888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8591030381827150888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/b.html' title='B'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-2995812451338251272</id><published>2008-04-08T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:38.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet Game</title><content type='html'>So with things lagging for me to blog about I figured I would start the alphabet game. I have seen in on many other blogs and now I am joining in. I may not make it all the way to z but I am going to try my hardest. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A is for Allison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186939701061311234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_u2LTEhWwI/AAAAAAAAABc/y_hFNoQnRJM/s200/n26502528_32097069_8389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Allison and I met our Freshman year at &lt;a href="http://msstate.edu/"&gt;Mississippi State University&lt;/a&gt; in a freshman History class. We always talked and found out she worked for my mom as a student worker. We hit it off immediately and became fast best friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our friendship has been through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; together: 3 breakups, other girls trying to come between us, mean boyfriends, lots of nights out together, deep dark discussions concerning our problems at the moment. She is more than a friend she is my sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her friendship means the world to me and I would not trade it for the world! I can never express how much her friendship means to me and how much I love and care for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can not wait to walk this long journey with her and Sam. We hope to have our children around the same time so they can grow up to become best friends also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you, Allison!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msstate.edu/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-2995812451338251272?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2995812451338251272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=2995812451338251272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2995812451338251272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2995812451338251272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/alphabet-game.html' title='Alphabet Game'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_u2LTEhWwI/AAAAAAAAABc/y_hFNoQnRJM/s72-c/n26502528_32097069_8389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-4184788305021174814</id><published>2008-04-08T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:38.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grill, Basketball goal, etc....</title><content type='html'>So Saturday night Tyler forgot to set the alarm for church and we overslept big time. We were both just exhausted. I did not feel like cooking lunch that day and begged Tyler to take me to Peppers deli for lunch. I was craving chips and rotel...they have the best around. While we were there he said how about we go look at grills. I had told Tyler when we get alittle extra money I wanted to get him one for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler looked and looked and read and read about all the grills and finally decided on this baby...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186893427083664114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_uMFzEhWvI/AAAAAAAAABU/g6U8xl8CCxM/s200/grill.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is a Perfect Flame 3 Burner Gas Grill. It is so shiney and new. I told him to pick which ever one he wanted...he kept going to the $800 grill I put my foot down. Men!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny story though Tyler's old roommate Tom had given us his old gril when he moved to Gulfport. It was working fine but the gas line had a leak. So Sunday when we brought the new grill home I asked Tyler what we were going to do with it. He said sit it by the road either the garbage people will pick it up or someone will stop and get it. Monday Tyler called me and said guess what is gone. He said he looked out the window and saw someone loading it in the back of their car. So ghetto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tyler got to use his new grill last night. We ate some yummy steaks and I made twice baked potatoes and ranch and bacon pasta salad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tyler has been begging me to let him have a basketball goal. I told him wait till we have some extra money. So Sunday we went to Hibbetts Sporting Goods and they had the goal he wanted on sale for 150 and it was the last one they had. So I told him well tell the salesperson to ring it up for us. It took us 4 hours to set the dead gum thing up! But when I came home yesterday from work he was outside "shooting the hoop" (isnt that what young people say? maybe not?) so I guess it is good exercise for both of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will leave you with this...New Kids on the Block are reuniting. Man I LOVED them...You've have the Right Stuff baby! MMM they were so hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-4184788305021174814?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4184788305021174814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=4184788305021174814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4184788305021174814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4184788305021174814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/grill-basketball-goal-etc.html' title='Grill, Basketball goal, etc....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_uMFzEhWvI/AAAAAAAAABU/g6U8xl8CCxM/s72-c/grill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-8129180619954647581</id><published>2008-04-04T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:40:50.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews Band, Balloons, Domestic Goddess?...</title><content type='html'>So when I was younger in high school I use to be completely obsessed with Dave Matthews. I think I had every cd and listened to them over and over. It was completely crazy and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;So a few minutes ago a Dave Matthews song came on the radio. And I turned the radio up and started dancing around my office. I was very thankful noone came into my office I would have been so embarrassed and I know they would not have wanted to get their taxes done by someone who was just dancing around crazy like maybe a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my high school career I worked for a balloon company that is no longer is business. I remember all the fun I had up there decorating and getting the shop all "cuteified". The other day I was thinking it would be fun to open my own balloon business up. I have bounced this idea off many and I still have not decided anything. I was telling my friend Lauren about this and she gave me a idea of a party planning/balloon business. This really intriqued me since I love decorating and throwing parties for people. I could even use &lt;a href="http://laurenmakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; for all  my paper needs. Check her blog out for lots of crafts and paper things galore. This is still in the process but it sounds like a fun idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since my tax job is coming to a end (thank goodness) I have been cooking homemade things more and more. Last night I made one of Tylers favorite meals from when he was a wee tot...Meatloaf and homemade mashed potatoes and devil eggs. I am not a huge fan of meatloaf but my hubby loves it so I suck it up. But I have to say this meatloaf was quite tasty. I am thinking of altering the receipe a bit next time gonna try to make it more..Mexican. So I had a ton of mashed potatoes left over (I tend to make too much food) and I have been searching and searching for something to make with my mashed potatoes.....this receipe sounds pretty good....&lt;br /&gt;a layer of green beans cooked in butter&lt;br /&gt;layer of mashed potatoes with paprika&lt;br /&gt;layer of browned and drained ground beef with onions and mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;bake for about 25-30 minutes on 350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post how it turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-8129180619954647581?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/8129180619954647581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=8129180619954647581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8129180619954647581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/8129180619954647581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/dave-matthews-band-balloons-domestic.html' title='Dave Matthews Band, Balloons, Domestic Goddess?...'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-5028645838515449227</id><published>2008-04-01T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:38.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So first I am going to start with a product rave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the past few months I have been gettin bad &lt;a href="http://heartburn.about.com/cs/notdiagnosedyet/a/050503.htm"&gt;heartburn&lt;/a&gt;. I even got it one night when I drank apple juice. So Tyler and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/index.jsp"&gt;Sam's Club&lt;/a&gt; (oh my second love!) and looked and looked and read and read all the bottles of the acid reducers. We finally decided to get the Zantac 150 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184342225099774674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_J7yTEhWtI/AAAAAAAAABE/EOWnTWh-Uqs/s200/zantac.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This little orange pill has been my life saver of the past few months. It is like pouring milk on top of your hearburn. Wonderful medicine, glad it is OTC medicine. It has gotten so bad that we have to take a pill before we can go out to eat anywhere. For example the other night we went out with some good friends of ours and Tyler wanted to get something spicy but said he could not because he forgot to take his Zantac and he knew his heartburn would be bad. Man we are 24 and 25 and we are getting very old! What are we going to be like when we turn 40? Im scared for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am filling in at a small town &lt;a href="http://www.calhouncity.net/"&gt;Calhoun City&lt;/a&gt;, MS. It is a very small town that still has a square that is the "main road" and then there are other roads that come off the "main road" that lead to houses and other businesses you have to get back on the "main road" to get to another place or another buildng. Well Jackson Hewitt is right on the square so I get to watch all the traffic for the day. I got to work this morning at 9. I have seen the same truck go around the "main road" a total of 25 times already. Does this person not realize that gas is 3.18 or do they not have anything better to do? I wish I had that life...ride around all day and waste money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit I have a problem. I am addicted to Phrase Frenzy on gsn.com. I play this game all the time. I guess the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that is all for today. More to come at a later date!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-5028645838515449227?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/5028645838515449227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=5028645838515449227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/5028645838515449227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/5028645838515449227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/04/many-things.html' title='Many things....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_J7yTEhWtI/AAAAAAAAABE/EOWnTWh-Uqs/s72-c/zantac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-6174750696189121128</id><published>2008-03-31T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:39.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So this weekend was jammed pack with activites considering it is Super Bulldog Weekend. Basically Super Bulldog Weekend is a sports filled weekend. MSU has scrimage football games, baseball games, softball games, soccer games...catch the drift. No basketball though. Also their is a annual pig cooking contest.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183932150212287170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_EG0zEhWsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iSIrDfWRbeo/s200/pig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is the winner pig there from this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways back to my story...Tyler's best friend Tom came into town this weekend for it and he was staying at our house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday night we went to the baseball game. Which we won in the bottom of the 9th with some stolen bases and a wild pitch. I did get to see my brother Scooter I think it has been months since I have seen him. I miss him dearly! And Tom was going out and well we a like granparents and do not go out much so we went to get gas. And then Tyler suggested we go to the grocery store. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday Tyler had to work. So I went to the parents house and rode with them to the football game (which MSU won) and to the baseball game. So my mom won the "most comfortable seats in the house"! You get to sit in the press box on a leather couch in the air conditioning. Also you get beverages and snacks. So my mom asked me, my aunt Vickie and uncle Mark to join us. He took our pictures so wait on those. We enjoyed watching the game from there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that night a friend of ours was having a crawfish boil so we went out there to join in. It was fun but I think I am getting "too old" for that scene. I enjoy being in bed by 10 every night. We did not get home till 2 the next morning! I got tired about 10 but did not want to go home cause I was having fun with my friends. Thanks Brittney for all the good conversations!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday one of my dearest friends from college had a bridal tea. It was fun to be with some old friends I have no seen in awhile. We took plenty of pictures I will post once I get them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoy busy weekends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-6174750696189121128?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/6174750696189121128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=6174750696189121128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6174750696189121128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/6174750696189121128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend.html' title='Weekend.....'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R_EG0zEhWsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iSIrDfWRbeo/s72-c/pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-1860562583076387</id><published>2008-03-26T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:39.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair cut!</title><content type='html'>So I have a appointment to get this horrible, long mane of mine CHOPPED OFF! Right now the hair is in the middle of my back and I hate it so much. A few weeks ago I even trimmed my own hair I hated it so bad. I cut layers in it and cut on the bottom. Pathetic I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Im so tired of this hair color I want something darker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the picture that brought all these changes in my head...Not the blonde but Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109748343954098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R-qNXDEhWrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m-LBd-wyi9Y/s200/melissa-kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I am going to post a new picture of me and my new do when I get it done friday. Lets hope I like it. The last time I got this antsy about my hair it turned out maroon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-1860562583076387?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1860562583076387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=1860562583076387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1860562583076387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1860562583076387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/03/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut!'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R-qNXDEhWrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m-LBd-wyi9Y/s72-c/melissa-kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-4207877115816601465</id><published>2008-03-21T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:41:39.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So to me Easter weekend always brings spring. I have enjoyed looking at the pretty flowers blooming (which reminds me I need to plant some flowers this year), trees budding, baseball and the days getting longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited for this Sunday I get to see all the little girls with their white shoes, bonnets and pastel colors on at church. But also it reminds me of what my Savior did for me. While this is a wonderful time one can not think about how our Savior was put up on that cross for all our sins and how he carried our burden for us. Easter is not about bunny rabbits, egg hunts, or candy it is about unconditional love for us and the blood he shed for all of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change the subject....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; hope everyone puts on their maroon and white tonight to cheer on our basketball team when we play Oregon.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180234720241343122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R-PkCDEhWpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/n_8HX9nE7nQ/s320/jamont.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also we have a baseball series against South Carolina. Our baseball team has started out very rocky. I am hoping that our big upset over UAB this week will help us take atleast 2 out of the games this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180235617889508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R-Pk2TEhWqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BzaVZmT-Ex4/s200/baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a tidbit of info some of you may had not thought of....MSU has gone to College World Series, a Bowl game, and to NCAA Tourney. That is something to be proud of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-4207877115816601465?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/4207877115816601465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=4207877115816601465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4207877115816601465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/4207877115816601465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/03/friday.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yx-ZT2mGKz0/R-PkCDEhWpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/n_8HX9nE7nQ/s72-c/jamont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-1558244517294106482</id><published>2008-03-20T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:54:15.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations planned!</title><content type='html'>So Tyler and I have alot of things planned for this summer. This will be my first summer since I was 16 that I am not working so I am going to try to enjoy it as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 19-21 we are going to Orange Beach with Allison and Sam. I am very excited about this trip we are staying in Sam's grandparents condo right on the beach. I am going to spend as much time on the beach as possible and let the guys go do whatever they want. I figure Sam does not really care much about laying out like Allison and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 19-28 we are hitting up San Diego and LA. We fly into San Diego visit the city and catch a Padres vs. Cardinals game, go to the zoo lots of other fun places. And then we will drive to LA catch a Dodgers vs. Cardinals game, and I am not really sure what else we are planning on doing there. I am excited about this trip as we will knock out 2 of our baseball stadiums out. But also very nervous just in general about this trip. Which reminds me I need to check in on changing my passport name we might go to Mexico while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy travelling and seeing new places and I want to make sure to get alot of them done before kids come along. I am sure all the vacations and little getaways we are taking now will not be as elaborate or extreme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-1558244517294106482?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/1558244517294106482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=1558244517294106482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1558244517294106482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/1558244517294106482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacations-planned.html' title='Vacations planned!'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304109153922698432.post-2903472100263493624</id><published>2008-03-17T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:52:10.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One: The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after reading&lt;/span&gt; lots and lots of blogs I decided I should join the community. I have always wanted to blog about what goes on in my daily life but never really thought much more about it. I figured I would blog about our first year together and all the adventures we will face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So strap on your seat belts cause this is going to be a exciting ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting at my tax office with my door open enjoying the good smells of outside. It is amazing how a smell can take you back to your childhood. Right now I smell fresh grass being cut. This reminds me of me playing in my backyard while my dad cut the grass. Those were the carefree days of my youth. Also it takes me back to my high school. I remember sitting in the English my senior year and I could not concentrate on what was going on because the smell just stayed in the air and I would begin to daydream. Daydream about my future, my husband, what I wanted to be, everything imaginable. It was a exciting a scary time for me. I had no idea where God was leading me or what he wanted me to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the college days passed by me and I enjoyed them still that smell stayed with me. I remember walking to class across the drill field and them cutting grass. I remember sitting at Tyler's house and him just getting finished cutting the grass and realizing this may be my future. That was a scary and exciting time for me. He was everything I always said I never wanted but everything I needed. Even the day he proposed to me I had that smell we were in Hawaii and the hotel we were at was cutting there grass. What a glorious day that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go in my life or what paths and journeys I take I know that I will always have that smell to remind me where I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4304109153922698432-2903472100263493624?l=tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/feeds/2903472100263493624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4304109153922698432&amp;postID=2903472100263493624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2903472100263493624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4304109153922698432/posts/default/2903472100263493624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandcarmen.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-one-beginning.html' title='Day One: The Beginning'/><author><name>Tyler and Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04818116954354033261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
