<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 16:27:14 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Avery Posse</title><description>Get youself a little Avery Action!</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-558801959498730868</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-09T15:45:59.281-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where to start...</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZtdi5L6bI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hkjQYdAzpoY/s1600-h/Thailand+%231-241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356589161154079154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZtdi5L6bI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hkjQYdAzpoY/s400/Thailand+%231-241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{View over Pattaya from my room}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think, &lt;em&gt;think, &lt;/em&gt;I have some sort of words for what I experienced in Pattaya, Thailand. This whole experience has been an emotional roller-coaster. Everything I felt, heard, smelled, tasted... it assaulted my every sense. I knew I was sheltered...but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? How was I so completely clueless that something so horrific was going on in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? It rocked my world - turned it upside-down. 2 second blips of moments, images, experiences, smells - roll constantly through my mind, even while I sleep. I haven't been able to escape it or shake it.....But I don't think I want too. I want to remember the eyes I looked into; I want to remember the unforgiving humidity; I want to remember the noises that haunt me; I want to remember the lives that have been sold; I want to remember the hope that is being given; I want to remember the lives that are being changed; I want to remember the generation that is being transformed. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;forget&lt;em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I will not turn my back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I have never been so ready to go to &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZt_9Dd0iI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gtAvUWxuAso/s1600-h/Thailand+%231-266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356589752292069922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZt_9Dd0iI/AAAAAAAAAqk/gtAvUWxuAso/s400/Thailand+%231-266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Walking Street}&lt;br /&gt;It is so difficult to even begin to explain everything - even in a way so that you may have a hint of an idea of what is going on over there. Even for Chris - the first night I was home, we were sitting on the couch after we had put the kids to bed, he pulled out my camera and began flipping through the images..."So is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;a prostitute? Is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;a prostitute...?" After the 10th time of asking that same question, I put down the camera and said - you don't get it: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone you see is for sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is right there - in your face. But it's illegal. &lt;strong&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/strong&gt;. HOW IS THIS OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356590851817077506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZu_9Gp-wI/AAAAAAAAAq0/fShlr9cjHkk/s400/Thailand+%231-360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZuAcEfB5I/AAAAAAAAAqs/WxpPdMztgUI/s1600-h/Thailand+%231-273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356589760617842578" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZuAcEfB5I/AAAAAAAAAqs/WxpPdMztgUI/s400/Thailand+%231-273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Walking Street}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is SO MUCH MORE. But I think this is all I can do for today. Processing these images, alone, has been heart-wrenching. I find myself sobbing just looking at them. But I am constantly reminded of why I am fighting for these people. They need me. I can do this. WE can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was written in a bar in Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;About Pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;It is so true!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-558801959498730868?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-to-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SlZtdi5L6bI/AAAAAAAAAqc/hkjQYdAzpoY/s72-c/Thailand+%231-241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-5080092580134882095</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T11:47:18.800-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bible &amp; Wii</title><description>In the car this morning, coming home from dropping the kids off at school - Carter perks up from the back seat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, do you know how to turn on the Wii?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yes." &lt;em&gt;[I know your sick buddy, but really, where have you been?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you know how the Bible says 'think of others first'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heh, yes." &lt;em&gt;[ok, switching gears. but seriously buddy, I know your sick - trust me, I took you to the hospital on Mothers Day where they thought you had Meningitis...I know the 'others first' bit - you don't have to use it on me just so I'll turn on the Wii for you!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, I'm gonna play on Dad's wii so I can open new games for him. Isn't that a great idea?! He'll be so happy when he plays it again and more things are open for him!" (In his laryngitis-y/swollen shut throat, totally stuffed up face/nose - dripping green goo and blood shot puppy dog eyes - voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, ok - I think that's a great way to think of someone else first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta admit - the kid is smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me you wouldn't turn on the Wii for that?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-5080092580134882095?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/05/bible-wii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-8353573873971601422</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-02T18:03:35.672-07:00</atom:updated><title>i'm ready</title><description>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited to be able to share with you an amazing opportunity I have! A few years ago, God had placed Thailand on my heart. I never really questioned why or for what - but the seed was planted. About a year ago I became involved with a group of other ladies and moms - just like me, called &lt;a href="http://eastsidewomenofpurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eastside Women of Purpose&lt;/a&gt;. Women committed to putting a stop to the horrific act of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Sex Slavery}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and educating the women and children of SE Asia about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Human Trafficking}.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Our group educates, advocates and fund raises for our partnership in Thailand with incredible people and organizations. These groups are on the ground pulling girls from the bars and brothels and setting them up into new life as well as doing prevention education for kids in the villages from where these girls come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the purpose of this entry. &lt;strong&gt;I have been given the opportunity to go to Thailand May 22nd to 29th!&lt;/strong&gt; To be honest…I am nervous about going. Nervous of what I will see. Nervous of what I will experience. Nervous about going without Chris and leaving the kids behind. Nervous of allowing my heart to be opened - and broken for the people of Thailand. But I feel blessed beyond blessed that God is revealing His plan that He placed on my heart several years ago - and it is actually happening! And with an unexpected bonus, a publishing company, would like to publish a book of photography on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;{Human Trafficking} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with us. The fact that I am one of three photographers of our small group of seven that are going, is awesome! He’s using my passion for photography to be used with my passion for these women and children in Thailand - so cool! These pictures will tell a point of view that words just can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this trip, we will have the opportunity to do a few things. We want to continue to pro-actively be a part of the solution. In doing so we will build stronger relationships with our partners. By visiting and working with the project, we will be better able to recruit and provide needs for the solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll see the ‘border kids’ at risk for trafficking and visit a project that is rescuing and preventing kids from being trafficked. As we pray and walk the dark city of Pattiya, we will talk with the young girls and women. Inviting these women into a community of hope, healing and opportunity. Our group will meet with these young people that have been rescued and bring back the incredible testimonials of hope.There is a growing number of women of influence, that need to be involved. Our team will work to create a trip guide for future exposure that will impact and motivate others to be involved. There are many individuals we work along side that are in the thick of this tragic issue daily. Many are part of the organization that carries out the ‘sting’ operations on brothels and rescues these young children and women. We want to pray, encourage, help and give hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask you to consider two things. First, would you please be praying for our team as we prepare for this trip and for during the trip. Second, would you consider praying about supporting this trip financially? I am needing to raise $1800 by May 1. Chris and I are contributing some funds and then prayerfully asking others to help. Would you consider supporting me financially? Any gift you feel led to contribute would be greatly appreciated. In a few days I will have a link for you to do so electronically here on my blog. If you would prefer to send a check, please email me or leave me a comment, and I will email you my address.&lt;br /&gt;I know this trip is coming up here fast, and financially this timing is tough, but I trust that each of our financial needs will be met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for considering helping me on this trip. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me, &lt;a href="mailto:chris.carlee@juno.com"&gt;chris.carlee@juno.com&lt;/a&gt;. I will follow-up with a prayer letter asking you to pray for our trip with day by day specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;Carlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you would like more information on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Human Trafficking}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you can visit: &lt;a href="http://www.eastsidewomenofpurpose.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.EastsideWomenOfPurpose.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of our fearless leader, Marisa talking about Thailand: &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3662997"&gt;http://vimeo.com/3662997&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love People&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serve the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-8353573873971601422?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-ready.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-3182749293793797786</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T19:01:21.619-08:00</atom:updated><title>Seriously??!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SZt58XvUT1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/qil6Vc52JbQ/s1600-h/Sneak_Peek-1%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303967064230481746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SZt58XvUT1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/qil6Vc52JbQ/s400/Sneak_Peek-1%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gregandkarahicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Why did God not give us an ugly daughter???! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, yes - you read right, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck happened to the past &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; years - 0h, and I'll throw in the "we're not old enough to have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; year old" bit. (truth be told, we're probably not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say we have the cutest kids on the block - well, we do...but what I'd really like, is to &lt;em&gt;KEEP&lt;/em&gt; it as just the cutest kids. We're stepping onto new grounds - thrust into the pretty/beautiful category, without warning. Ok, I'm sure we assumed this day would come, but really - now? this soon? &lt;em&gt;now?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://gregandkarahicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://gregandkarahicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara Hicks Photography&lt;/a&gt; had a 'child high fashion' assignment (&lt;em&gt;ala&lt;/em&gt; Targe` and Old Navy ;) and asked to use Haley - besides the fact that she was ubber giddy to play model for a few hours, she was talking a mile a minute when she came home...had a little too much fun. Oh boy! &lt;a href="http://gregandkarahicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt; is insanely great at her talent, so of course we assumed the pictures would turn out great. Only it sort of back-fired on us. Crap. She's pretty, like totally pretty. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of a 10 year old. It &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;just begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gregandkarahicks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here is our Haley as a pretend model&lt;/a&gt;...she gets her braces off tomorrow too - shoot, its probably just going to be worse, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hun - you can get that gun you've been wanting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-3182749293793797786?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SZt58XvUT1I/AAAAAAAAAqU/qil6Vc52JbQ/s72-c/Sneak_Peek-1%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-2947174382074182547</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 23:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-25T17:11:22.440-08:00</atom:updated><title>tithe rap</title><description>Oh yeah... that's right - a tithe rap. You read that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.12stone.com/home/home.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we went to when we lived in Georgia was amazing - much like our &lt;a href="http://www.occ.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here - that would be why we go there. My friend Laurel posted this on her facebook today, and it was too perfect and funny to pass up! Check out the little diddly they did at &lt;a href="http://www.12stone.com/home/home.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12 Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee5b4e4160500d2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpt1tcVZ6CYIoDiPxTpK8jIp7gRvSMFv9H4K7DTfGiBlZYozrEUdRw7JvLFz4j5-3HD4QQzNwk1kBcEfqHbbdMr09_Ql-ZP7tPpfOV47FT59qAsQaFsV91AZpZkUtJ3n0Lwt33ZadC2iiF2D8Sgl-I_07QijTdA9g8r_TA2zI2D6tcypfJTrWicAOXd7vR_l7ZTeJku9eWMKaa9H6GfHC5c%26sigh%3DywXAOXiGJScPCArB4ZLESlbY3zA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee5b4e4160500d2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DD2b1c91A3tFkYuNj-rjqz4dmYa0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpt1tcVZ6CYIoDiPxTpK8jIp7gRvSMFv9H4K7DTfGiBlZYozrEUdRw7JvLFz4j5-3HD4QQzNwk1kBcEfqHbbdMr09_Ql-ZP7tPpfOV47FT59qAsQaFsV91AZpZkUtJ3n0Lwt33ZadC2iiF2D8Sgl-I_07QijTdA9g8r_TA2zI2D6tcypfJTrWicAOXd7vR_l7ZTeJku9eWMKaa9H6GfHC5c%26sigh%3DywXAOXiGJScPCArB4ZLESlbY3zA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee5b4e4160500d2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DD2b1c91A3tFkYuNj-rjqz4dmYa0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/8585446856078009206-2947174382074182547?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee5b4e4160500d2a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/01/tithe-rap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-4536770914268977529</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 02:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-15T18:31:35.566-08:00</atom:updated><title>Mysterious</title><description>My husband has his own keys - that work JUST fine. But for some strange reason he likes mine better, not sure why because he hates the extra little hand sanitizer on it and my little pink "C"... So last week I found my keys in the dish with just the house key and my car key - no extra stuff to be found. Hmm, ok. So, last night I go to leave and find my car key - That's IT! Not even the tiny little ring that's attached to it, to attach to the bigger ring - just my van key! Ummm, really?!&lt;br /&gt;Is he trying to tell me something?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-4536770914268977529?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/01/mysterious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-9038129051909159645</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-12T15:10:45.537-08:00</atom:updated><title>pass the jam</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWvMxtGAL7I/AAAAAAAAApI/RRLBaszY1_s/s1600-h/Carters+sandwiches+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290547341567209394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWvMxtGAL7I/AAAAAAAAApI/RRLBaszY1_s/s400/Carters+sandwiches+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little 5 year old never ceases to amazing us - he's funny - totally a character in his own right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas break, he came to me and told me he was hungry for a snack. I told him he could make his own peanut butter sandwich if he wanted - - he looked at me with these huge eyes and an enormous smile "Really!?" {side note: working at the pre-school has taught me that messes are OK, let them do it on their own - that is how they learn} Well, he did a great job...so well in fact that a couple days later he asked to do it again, but with peanut butter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;jelly, this time Tanner asked him if he could have one too.&lt;br /&gt;Carter: "Um, Mom..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;Carter: "Uh, Tanner....Tanner said that I make better peanut butter and jelly sandwiches than you." (&lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;trying to hide his smile)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hmmm, is that so? Well look who has a new job! I guess you get to make the sandwiches for lunch now! ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast-forward to last night. Everyone was getting ready for school the next morning. The kids were laying out their clothes, pulling out the backpacks from the weekend, filling up water bottles... Carter walks into the kitchen, opens up the pantry, pulls out the bread and PB, walks to the fridge, pulls out the jelly. Plunks it all down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Whacha doin' bud?"&lt;br /&gt;Carter: "I'm making sandwiches for everyone - its my job!"&lt;br /&gt;So granted, it took him four times longer than what it would have taken me and with half the mess, the peanut butter wouldn't have been double dipped with the jelly, and the bags wouldn't have &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWvM8UTDs3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DuQpnwwFpPw/s1600-h/Carters+sandwiches+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290547523889640306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWvM8UTDs3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/DuQpnwwFpPw/s400/Carters+sandwiches+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been covered with sticky jelly - but they were &lt;em&gt;perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-9038129051909159645?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/01/pass-jam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWvMxtGAL7I/AAAAAAAAApI/RRLBaszY1_s/s72-c/Carters+sandwiches+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-5935754101046758891</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 21:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-12T13:51:37.587-08:00</atom:updated><title>New firsts</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4oLoBTvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/PiCZoPGgtFU/s1600-h/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290525187731705586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4oLoBTvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/PiCZoPGgtFU/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(27).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {This is the look of "Please, Mom, put the camera down and help me!"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're big believers in our kids learning responsibility, ownership, and involvement in being apart of a family. We think it gives them more pride - knowing their dog is happy and healthy because all the poop is picked up in the yard, her water bowl is filled... you know, things like that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example: Mom and Dad don't do &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, going along with this theme, Chris thought it was time Tanner learned how to wash the dog - - either that or he just didn't want to do it himself :)&lt;br /&gt;He actually was a total trooper - Ellie on the other hand was less than amused (see above pic :) Chris had him strip down to his boxers and hop into the shower in our laundry room...fun times! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524400567078770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu36XNWT3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/w07areTWOf0/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290523992637374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu3injU_jI/AAAAAAAAAoI/UOKQxq9kv1Y/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524209856012722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu3vQwSYbI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OijhST7keUU/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290525440543363954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu425bBE3I/AAAAAAAAApA/EElJqdUj8gs/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524575715136322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4Ejr5k0I/AAAAAAAAAog/6FAPm9Pm3tU/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524773163021634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4QDPJNUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/XI8le2NBtrc/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290524998456677378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4dKhVlAI/AAAAAAAAAow/eRDYzBP8Nus/s400/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-5935754101046758891?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-firsts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SWu4oLoBTvI/AAAAAAAAAo4/PiCZoPGgtFU/s72-c/Tanner+gives+Ellie+a+bath+(27).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-3289903390041701348</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 19:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T14:27:44.769-08:00</atom:updated><title>Let it Snow, Let it Snow - Let is SNOW!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqN1wIMqDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EAmshEUv-FE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693067264567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqN1wIMqDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EAmshEUv-FE/s400/Christmas+2008-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Snowflake Lane*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693389243266146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqOIfl5tGI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fI5YQLKkTAw/s400/Christmas+2008-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Visiting Santa at Molbaks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay for a White Christmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love this white stuff - like &lt;em&gt;totally &lt;/em&gt;love it! Snow has a way of covering up the ugly, making everything beautiful and new, quiet and peaceful. &lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;nothing like a good dousing of snow to stop you in your tracks days before Christmas - keeping you bound to your house...to your family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, my planned big shopping day was 'spoiled' by the kids not having school - and me lacking the "driving the mini-van in a foot of snow" confidence. But it eventually got done...and so did a massive igloo in the neighbors yard - and a pretty sweet fort in ours. So did &lt;em&gt;endless hours &lt;/em&gt;of sledding and playing in the snow; the realization that I have turned into my mom - awaiting at the door with open arms to fill with wet boots, gloves, hats and pants, to find the perfect vent for each one to dry them out while the kids re-fuel with hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles. By the end of the night, we all sack out in front of a Christmas movie - up way past bedtime...just to do it all over the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fort making in the front yard*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692429963181234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqNQp_tPLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LRAZJZBAHfE/s400/Christmas+2008-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Ellie loving the snow!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693572364673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqOTJxcouI/AAAAAAAAAmI/tgv2VhNtiyw/s400/Christmas+2008-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285694410491130770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqPD8CXc5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/_TPBLkK2w-M/s400/Christmas+2008-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285697378195337106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqRwrmL75I/AAAAAAAAAng/zrHPK8zKDgA/s400/Christmas+2008-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Christmas Eve*&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a long day - good, but long. I have a new respect for pastors (even more for the wives!) The older two were apart of the choir so were at each service: 3, 5 and 11. We were asked to be apart of the cardboard testimonies during the services too. Um, that was powerful! About 50 people, most we 'know' some we didn't. All though, had a testimony that was shocking/touching/sad/amazing, something we never would imagine - in the end blessed by God's glory! The first side of ours said: *Scheduled an abortion 10 years ago* Flipped over said: *Celebrating 10 years with our daughter* God is good! No question! (**Disclaimer - Haley doesn't know anything about abortion, and how we headed in that direction, she does though, know about how we thought we were going to give her up for adoption. Both Haley and Tanner weren't in the worship center when we did our cardboard testimony. We will talk to her about that part of her story when she is older - old enough to understand** Thanks! &lt;a href="http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-did.html"&gt;Click here if your totally confused&lt;/a&gt; scroll down to the side note :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285696104216063298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqQmhp27UI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4GZ43kty6uc/s400/Christmas+2008-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285696922150660018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqRWIsqZ7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/PoZBm_yIdOk/s400/Christmas+2008-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285696779266103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqRN0aVF8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/UykButIkFt0/s400/Christmas+2008-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter was a wee bit bummed that he had to sit through three services - although when he realized he got to hold a candle, perked up...&lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;the kid sure does surrender easy when he's tired! He passed out cold during the entire 3:00 service - unlit candle clutched into his little hand and all. He woke up when they raised the lights at the end of the service, you could see the anger on his face because his candle was still unlit...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285695645737574834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqQL1sEYbI/AAAAAAAAAmw/hXueIP14H8I/s400/Christmas+2008-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We all went over to Josh and Sadies for pizza, and the kids got to open a gift (pj's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285697056062240210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqRd7jq9dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/IAbVdBN0vPs/s400/Christmas+2008-42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*Carter was apparently looking for more "gifts"!!*&lt;br /&gt;-And yes, his pjs are over his pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285697193938070706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqRl9L1LLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/54qqhyHEhro/s400/Christmas+2008-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was SOO close to letting Carter wear them when we went back for the 11 service. Good thing he didn't because they were short on kids in the choir - we asked Carter if he wanted to sing, he said yes - so he did! It was hysterical!! First of all, the kid was good! The only time he took his eyes off Mr.Tim was to glance over at us with this enormous smile! We couldn't focus on anything else - doesn't help that the pastor and worship leader were keeled over laughing too! It was awesome!! &lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot my video camera at home!! Another parent recorded it for us and I'm just waiting for that now - I'll post it when we get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285697551241697058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqR6wPp1yI/AAAAAAAAAno/8wqOMVFDbVo/s400/Christmas+2008-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285710808169621138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqd-aJkppI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hCLGPj-gaQw/s400/Christmas+2008-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we awoke to more snow - and &lt;em&gt;dumping!!&lt;/em&gt; The plan was to open stockings, then pack up the presents and head down to my moms (10 houses away) for breakfast and the rest of the morning festivities...Well, the van got stuck in the street when Chris tried turning it around to load up the presents. Josh and Michael came to pull him out...they got stuck...ok, ok, abandon the mini-van, lets just try to get Josh's car unstuck...So after about an hour, we were ready to load (into Chris burb - why we didn't try that in the first place, don't know ;) We made it over there - and enjoyed our day!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of a better way to spend Christmas! I found this Christmas a little more reflective this year than most. It could have been the snow, could have been that we are in our own home finally this year, could have been the Christmas Eve services that we and the kids were involved with... Not sure. But I do know that God sent His son to be born to a virgin, in a barn - so that we may have an everlasting life with Him. Our prayer this Christmas Season is that you receive the free gift that is found in Jesus Christ, so that you too may have an everlasting life with Him.&lt;br /&gt;May you be blessed in the year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;Love, The Avery's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gift Wrapping Central*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285694654161145170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqPSHx0zVI/AAAAAAAAAmg/X8QMd28p7C4/s400/Christmas+2008-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Carter helping Chris prepare his &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;Christmas dinner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693811475193714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqOhEh1n3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/RQ_jr8AKMtQ/s400/Christmas+2008-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*The star I made for my mom*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285704982392462546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqYrTcD3NI/AAAAAAAAAn4/nypZTGFroEA/s400/Christmas+2008-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Go figure. The fridge was full I'm sure...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692711921885090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqNhEX5n6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ve7Mzm9BQNM/s400/Christmas+2008-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-3289903390041701348?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-is-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SVqN1wIMqDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EAmshEUv-FE/s72-c/Christmas+2008-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-8966152255090409736</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-19T16:42:55.824-08:00</atom:updated><title>Our Elle-bell</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SUv68PDpt8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zKRN1ixAc6Q/s1600-h/Bender+Wedding+1-191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281590900762982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SUv68PDpt8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zKRN1ixAc6Q/s400/Bender+Wedding+1-191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! What a week and weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here's the update - I haven't had a ton of time to blog (clearly) and Chris said I HAVE to change my facebook status...so here's the low-down.&lt;br /&gt;Ellie (our lab, that we've had for about 8ish years) was acting funny - not eating, tail tucked, couldn't find a comfy place to sleep. That was Wed. night, Thursday I left for work, sick about leaving her, but not having an option to stay. Chris came home during lunch to check on her and found her laying behind a tree in the backyard (that's what animals do when they are dying). He scooped her up and took her to the vet. They said she was severely dehydrated and had about 6 more hours to live at that point. They put her on a IV and did x-rays. They could see she swallowed a toy, but it didn't seem it was blocking anything so they kept her overnight to watch her - and to keep her on the IV. Thurs. night we had my cousins wedding rehearsal that I shot...the kids came home from school with a sitter, asking where Ellie was.&lt;br /&gt;The next day (wedding day) after a phone call from the vet saying that she needed surgery, after more x-rays turned out there were more toys in her -and string tied around her intestine... Long story short, we decided to take the kids out of school to go say "goodbye" since we don't carry credit cards, and don't have the cash to plunk down for an expensive surgery - which was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart-wrenching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When we got to the vet, the gal said, "It's Christmas, the Dr. would like to do this for free". Umm, its safe to say I was in full hysterics at this point! We gave Ellie our love - and to the Dr. and nurses :)&lt;br /&gt;It was SO hard to see her not even lift her head! Later that day the Dr. called with the update. The surgery ended up taking 3 extra hours...she had a little plastic frog, a huge plastic spider, various other hard plastic pieces, and what ended up being the red stitching to a baseball...I thought we were over the child-proofing the house stage... guess not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is doing well, we got to bring her home Monday afternoon - we are SOO happy to have her home! She Loves the snow, so we let her out is small doses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have received such a wonderful blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank You Dr. Sharp!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**P.S. If you need a good vet - go to the one that is across the street from the Kingsgate Safeway! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281591137503617378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SUv7KA_BIWI/AAAAAAAAAlg/lPjcw-PJfsQ/s400/Bender+Wedding+1-195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281591015281715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SUv7C5rC6bI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HbrADUT_yE4/s400/Bender+Wedding+1-192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-8966152255090409736?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-elle-bell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SUv68PDpt8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/zKRN1ixAc6Q/s72-c/Bender+Wedding+1-191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-852114775637880477</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T13:37:02.129-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yes I did!</title><description>Yep - that would be the blessed sound of Christmas music my friends!! Baby -you knew it was coming!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and YES that IS Michael W. Smith as well....In fact say *hypothetically* your husband gets you a bunch of tickets to this AMAZING concert - I would *hypothetically* be available to come (cough, cough - friend Marisa ;) Actually - I pointed out to Chris on the radio yesterday that &lt;a href="http://www.spirit1053.com/"&gt;Spirit&lt;/a&gt; is giving out tickets (totally beside the fact that he promised me last year, because of that whole debacle, he would take me to this years concert) and that they'd be smokin' better than the seats we would buy (I cant swallow paying $90 a rear to sit in the &lt;em&gt;same &lt;/em&gt;seats we sit in every Sunday - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;this IS Michael W. Smith after all!) So, I suppose if I want seats (where we can see ;) I better get my dialing finger ready to fight for those tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total side note:&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for your support and prayer for Chris and I while we shared our Testimony yesterday (three times). I was actually shaking like a leaf before the first service, but suddenly felt an overwhelming peace. I Couldn't have done it without Chris by my side either. There were three very powerful testimonies shared, and we feel blessed to be apart of a church that will tackle the heavy issue of Abortion head on in such a loving, grace filled way! Please, if you have a chance, listen to this service at &lt;a href="http://www.occ.org/"&gt;http://www.occ.org/&lt;/a&gt;, if you know ANYONE who has been affected or faced with abortion - please send this to them. God is good - and he works in such amazing ways!&lt;br /&gt;Love you friends!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-852114775637880477?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-did.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-1786216460481880029</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T14:23:03.571-08:00</atom:updated><title>Finally Updated</title><description>I took my website down to do a little construction until Spring-ish, but have been having last minute - 'where is your website - we need pictures for Christmas'.&lt;br /&gt;So, there she is &lt;a href="http://www.angelfacephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel Face Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-1786216460481880029?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-updated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-1641986703156072464</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T16:31:19.904-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Loves</title><description>...and their all mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDnsZWefOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/maao1oTGz0w/s1600-h/Avery+family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264962714301529314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDnsZWefOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/maao1oTGz0w/s400/Avery+family.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDn8BsPJHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/P5Tmb4YLbRQ/s1600-h/Avery+family+haley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264962982828254322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDn8BsPJHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/P5Tmb4YLbRQ/s400/Avery+family+haley.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDm7PiQFoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DpBoiwAiHR8/s1600-h/Avery+family+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961869852972674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDm7PiQFoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DpBoiwAiHR8/s400/Avery+family+2008.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDn10fZB1I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LvtuRzjI7Ec/s1600-h/Avery+family+Carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264962876205500242" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDn10fZB1I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LvtuRzjI7Ec/s400/Avery+family+Carter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDmzcwO2WI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kJ1aUbWkZ7E/s1600-h/Avery+family+chris+and+carlee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264961735962319202" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDmzcwO2WI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kJ1aUbWkZ7E/s400/Avery+family+chris+and+carlee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amycheng.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; - you are amazing!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-1641986703156072464?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-loves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SRDnsZWefOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/maao1oTGz0w/s72-c/Avery+family.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-3190175884214727306</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-02T16:48:48.882-08:00</atom:updated><title>One Choice</title><description>I came across this video.&lt;br /&gt;It hit me in the gut. &lt;br /&gt;If you know Chris or I - you most likely know our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a96c742c4d3d724" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjJmyrkHp3AIc5UJ9jZNirAiOY5pFVu2wnRA8oCkFd1_-JFFjGTIh9FndNRrVvMc_gi1CpdU73NrYAAJf0KYoO8XZ0iqdkQAgyriDthHeIQBBcpZ3CLexb2x38jeTPvYifhny58K61neFcZtFa8oHdvzOQWEvLiBaZ2MsSAauWOx-V0dxe_MkVqTiwed52LllqqQt0jqiD5jJSwl8hgqLwTp%26sigh%3DaMzPCXHuWW01DbgvmM1MFrMVKKU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a96c742c4d3d724%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dd13f4N518OQI0AKkgyHGUNCN-UU&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjJmyrkHp3AIc5UJ9jZNirAiOY5pFVu2wnRA8oCkFd1_-JFFjGTIh9FndNRrVvMc_gi1CpdU73NrYAAJf0KYoO8XZ0iqdkQAgyriDthHeIQBBcpZ3CLexb2x38jeTPvYifhny58K61neFcZtFa8oHdvzOQWEvLiBaZ2MsSAauWOx-V0dxe_MkVqTiwed52LllqqQt0jqiD5jJSwl8hgqLwTp%26sigh%3DaMzPCXHuWW01DbgvmM1MFrMVKKU%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a96c742c4d3d724%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dd13f4N518OQI0AKkgyHGUNCN-UU&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have been asked to share our story with our church. I am beyond terrified of being in front of so many people (hands falling asleep, legs feeling like jelly, vision going black- that's when I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;about it) But...I've always felt that if our testimony can change the life of ONE person - then it will be worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-3190175884214727306?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a96c742c4d3d724&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=948805c0c71bee87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7d7e5d8ca7d86b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-choice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-861059332396889439</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T16:16:43.142-07:00</atom:updated><title>Good Morning Sunshine</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQebXwU696I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Udzm9jiYuDs/s1600-h/Sunrise+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262345522017662882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQebXwU696I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Udzm9jiYuDs/s400/Sunrise+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning on my way to work, I rounded the corner to find a stunning view. The sun was making its way up into the blue autumn sky and the valley was covered in a soft blanket of morning fog. I was completely over-come by Gods amazing beauty. This morning - determined to somehow capture this beauty I grabbed my camera and left the house a few minutes early. I feel these don't do what I saw enough justice. But imagine - a cold crisp air on your breath, leaves on trees bursting in reds, oranges and yellows, and as far as you can see from the left to the right - quiet fog nestled between each tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmmm. I'm fairly certain God spent more time on our little corner of the world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeat8LZLLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8Qm9EPh54OI/s1600-h/Sunrise+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344803644419250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeat8LZLLI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8Qm9EPh54OI/s400/Sunrise+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeaXUziDWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Cx8nWZTw2Pk/s1600-h/Sunrise+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344415118232930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeaXUziDWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Cx8nWZTw2Pk/s400/Sunrise+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeajllbAqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YsXuRvVep-4/s1600-h/Sunrise+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344625780884130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQeajllbAqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YsXuRvVep-4/s400/Sunrise+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll will admit... I was driving when I took some of these - like these two above - I was on Willows, I couldn't stop. Is taking pictures while driving the same as texting while driving??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-861059332396889439?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-sunshine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SQebXwU696I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Udzm9jiYuDs/s72-c/Sunrise+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-38168397994121124</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T11:02:34.102-07:00</atom:updated><title>*Rock Star*</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPFbiC8YI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bhpVLjr0dq0/s1600-h/561376+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258180257151906178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPFbiC8YI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bhpVLjr0dq0/s200/561376+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjO8fEG4tI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bstju_Hl0D4/s1600-h/561376+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258180103481254610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjO8fEG4tI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bstju_Hl0D4/s200/561376+098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPObucYlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Qfto57Yk4IQ/s1600-h/561376+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258180411822727762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPObucYlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Qfto57Yk4IQ/s200/561376+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our daughters a Rock Star - serious Rock Star! She's been playing soccer on the Purple Tornadoes for a couple of years, and Chris coaches these amazing girls -- Its like they woke up and realized what soccer is all about this year! The fact that Haley is good at any sport is amazing - not that she cant do it - but because she's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; daughter - and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be what you call athletic...at all. BUT she IS. Our girls are 7-1 &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt;! And, bonus for them - Coach Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; thrown his Starbucks at all this season (again - yeah, winner moment :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPgK7BpBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VkciSlb384A/s1600-h/561376+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258180716549743634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPgK7BpBI/AAAAAAAAAfw/VkciSlb384A/s200/561376+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPtTJ-vRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GIEnby5Vn2c/s1600-h/561376+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258180942098251026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPtTJ-vRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GIEnby5Vn2c/s200/561376+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris put Haley in as goalie a couple of games ago - at first I thought - well, we'll see how this goes... she's a girls girl - likes her nice clothes, playing with her babies, pretty hair, dirt's not her fancy - braces + ball = no good. You get where I'm going, right? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to her, but once she hit that goal box she transformed into this Rock Star - blocking EVERY ball (they were a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; team too!) &lt;em&gt;Attacking&lt;/em&gt; each ball if it even came close to her carefully guarded goal - throwing her body on the ball - not caring is a flying foot is inches from her face. So far she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; let one ball passed her - now the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pressures&lt;/span&gt; on (for me) I am now totally nervous for her at each game. She loves it - she's proud of herself - she's a fearless girl, with a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of pride in herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQD1GxzSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TujdR1UuSw0/s1600-h/561376+152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181329168747810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQD1GxzSI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TujdR1UuSw0/s200/561376+152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't help but think this guys totally hot when he's coaching these girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQeiPFTVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/L3KWhXo8o2c/s1600-h/561376+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181787959774546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQeiPFTVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/L3KWhXo8o2c/s200/561376+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Half time pep-talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQxlrvJRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OjwRXhjN9yQ/s1600-h/561376+290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258182115302778130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjQxlrvJRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OjwRXhjN9yQ/s200/561376+290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out that face!&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/8585446856078009206-38168397994121124?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/10/rock-star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SPjPFbiC8YI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bhpVLjr0dq0/s72-c/561376+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-5494117759167428764</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-09T15:18:42.612-07:00</atom:updated><title>ADD for me</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...ADD. Like that should come as a surprise to &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;who knows me! I have to give credit to my sister who was bold enough to say "do you think maybe you have ADD?" That's when it hit me - I must, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to have ADD, it only makes sense. I've managed to live 27 years with ADD - textbook ADD to be precise - well at least that's what my therapist says. Therapist - yes I officially have a therapist! Like the kind where you sit on the enormous brown leather couch where your feet just dangle (or is it just me where my feet dangle?) and the man looks over his reading glasses at you, pen poised over his blank piece of paper clipped to his clip-board -- THAT kind of therapist. And believe me, I wasn't too thrilled to have to go to him - but I did my duty. First off my regular Dr. told me that I had to go to one to be officially tested - "just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time and then we can put you on something" Ok. Until sitting in the Therapist office, he informed me it was a three visit deal. WHAT!? "I was told this is a one-time deal!" ($$ flashing in my mind- weird something else was going on in my head?!) Yeah, he had to learn about my family - all I kept thinking was, what the heck does the age of my sisters children have ANYTHING to do with my ADD??! OR, the name of my elementary school - aah! it was &lt;em&gt;killing &lt;/em&gt;me to sit there! ($$ just flashin' away!) He sent me on my way with three tests, one for me, Chris and my mom to fill out - or for them to butcher me - whichever way you look at it is fine ;) I actually didn't look at theirs - I probably would have cried.&lt;br /&gt;So I passed with flying colors - phew! Yippee for meds - seriously! My Dr. started me on the newest ADD med - Vyvanse. Apparently its the best. So how was my first day on the meds, you ask. Wonderful - like seriously great! I was actually pretty nervous to start something - just because I've always been this way - so of course I think the way I am is "normal" (ha!) so I didn't know how or what would change. My friend asked me this morning how I felt (as soon as it hits your stomach it is in effect) - trying to put words to how I felt I said it felt like a creamy - calm -- hows that for a describing word?! Not drugged or sluggish, just aware, happy, energetic. I found that I had insane amounts of patients for my pre-k kids. Their whining didn't bother me - YAY! So there is one side effect... weight loss. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for ADD, meds &amp;amp; Therapist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-5494117759167428764?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/10/add-for-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-3697482954132769737</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T11:34:59.228-07:00</atom:updated><title>Big day in the Avery house!!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFHnDPhOyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WZbYm2vv1Js/s1600-h/Random+9.08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247053777074207522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFHnDPhOyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WZbYm2vv1Js/s200/Random+9.08+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Big Deal #1:&lt;br /&gt;Carters 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday...Daddy played the "I need a personal day" card (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; he seriously needed it) and brought in some balloons to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;His class sang Happy Birthday to him...although it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really look like it here...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFH8cUsAWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2cFHgFRMGr0/s1600-h/Random+9.08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247054144584024418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFH8cUsAWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2cFHgFRMGr0/s200/Random+9.08+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When asked what he wanted to do for his Birthday dinner&lt;br /&gt;he said Chuck E Cheese...yeah, um that place is closed on&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays - pick another place (actually we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; lie to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;him, promise). Pizza Hut, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I guess that beats Old Folks&lt;br /&gt;(I'm totally serious, that is what my kids call Old Country&lt;br /&gt;Buffet!) After that we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, confession&lt;br /&gt;I felt like WHITE TRASH, here it was, 8pm on a school night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with all our kids having $1 sundaes watching my 5 year old open his present. What did we give our son on his big birthday you ask...a backpack - yup, a backpack (bonus that his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; is after school starts too - 50% off - oh, I sound so cheap right now) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, to my defence - he ASKED for a backpack -I kept asking him too - for weeks, it never changed. At least I have one practical child :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFKQ6ejD9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/k5crJLprhTg/s1600-h/Random+9.08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247056695299084242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFKQ6ejD9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/k5crJLprhTg/s200/Random+9.08+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; You should have seen his face light up - the boy was &lt;em&gt;Giddy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Here he is passed out on the couch (not sure why, it was&lt;br /&gt;probably 10 at that point :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Big Deal #2:&lt;br /&gt;Tanner learned how to mow the lawn - Yikes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFLiu4dcZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/o0IEzopWlqo/s1600-h/Random+9.08+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247058100935815570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFLiu4dcZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/o0IEzopWlqo/s200/Random+9.08+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-11ec91102ac5b2b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTHOztxEPpA0FkThduq49_ZZXU5qv6bOOANidT-d4sYMen7NrWI_6M3dNT4JlsvO5zYhGJTxlke3Aq1dcgMKcvn-fSbJGAlMlmx4CP753Ef3mlC7wyDpKKxzww2dAp4_f24eg84ocKUt2MQp7iScANFFPkB2IWcxnYlh4KVAe_BGnvu2EuTxoIB1bugS8mLVr452gndsRojvdZNgMoK_EJWZ%26sigh%3D_IS1SVDzbeeRToRoATjPYOU7Y00%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11ec91102ac5b2b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DTBVGfoX0QeXtjz5h19302xfFPMs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTHOztxEPpA0FkThduq49_ZZXU5qv6bOOANidT-d4sYMen7NrWI_6M3dNT4JlsvO5zYhGJTxlke3Aq1dcgMKcvn-fSbJGAlMlmx4CP753Ef3mlC7wyDpKKxzww2dAp4_f24eg84ocKUt2MQp7iScANFFPkB2IWcxnYlh4KVAe_BGnvu2EuTxoIB1bugS8mLVr452gndsRojvdZNgMoK_EJWZ%26sigh%3D_IS1SVDzbeeRToRoATjPYOU7Y00%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D11ec91102ac5b2b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DTBVGfoX0QeXtjz5h19302xfFPMs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All geared up in gloves, eye protection, and ear plugs, he officially mowed his first lawn. After that he taught Carter how to pick up the dog poop. Graduation day for all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-3697482954132769737?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=11ec91102ac5b2b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-day-in-avery-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SNFHnDPhOyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WZbYm2vv1Js/s72-c/Random+9.08+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-1307190532330717372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T11:00:03.823-07:00</atom:updated><title>We have some friends -</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM8COmYHS9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pZhrtZsQqqY/s1600-h/Seahawks+Game+9.08+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414540753030098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM8COmYHS9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pZhrtZsQqqY/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That ROCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bill &amp;amp; Tori invited us along with some other friends to join them at the Seahawks game yesterday! Yay! Bill works with the Seahawks and has field privileges (I don't know exactly what its called - but that sounds cool, right?) So, we were able to go down on the field while the players were warming up - so cool, no awesome!! I'll be the first to admit, I'm not a &lt;em&gt;super-fan, &lt;/em&gt;actually - I loath the noise that comes from a football game (and add a head cold, not good). BUT nothing can beat the energy coming off that field... the sun was out, the tight end(s) were - a - tight ;) And I joined in with the noise. I think my husband is now &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; super-fan :) The seats were awesome, right under the 12th man flag. Our boys were a tad jealous - we dropped the kiddos at church and ran...look, we &lt;strong&gt;prayed&lt;/strong&gt; on the way there that we'd make it in time! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246410166771666802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7-QABsT3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/fmW-N8E3LlA/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chris walking out of the tunnel onto the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246410320924486530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7-Y-Slq4I/AAAAAAAAAco/_N411Eepn6Q/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bill, Kirk and Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246410744770239282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7-xpPSmzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/T9hnwrV1YcA/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Erica &amp;amp; Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411065072437410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7_ESdSSKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Rlt9woDiC9E/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411420455399746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7_Y-XL8UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Zudpyps1cmw/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'll be totally honest with you - I don't know who this is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246411786431688178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM7_uRuu7fI/AAAAAAAAAdI/36pVygeKhpA/s200/Seahawks+Game+9.08+249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;These 4 planes flew over right at the start of the game.&lt;br /&gt;I took almost 300 pictures. The entire time (on the field) this was Chris: "Hun! You getting this!!!?" Yes babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Thank you Bill and Tori SO much! We love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-1307190532330717372?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-some-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SM8COmYHS9I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/pZhrtZsQqqY/s72-c/Seahawks+Game+9.08+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-8907730961408908820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-12T14:21:51.590-07:00</atom:updated><title>Big Birthday Bash!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrQuLhRizI/AAAAAAAAAao/UBhAxicWlrQ/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245234207811275570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrQuLhRizI/AAAAAAAAAao/UBhAxicWlrQ/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Carter &amp;amp; Greyson (and Grammie) share the same birthday. Carter celebrated his 5th and Greyson his 1st - two &lt;em&gt;VERY &lt;/em&gt;important milestones in ones life (ok, so they all are) so we had to have a Carnival party!&lt;br /&gt;The weather was amazing (you never know what your going to get here in the NW :) And its a good thing because we had somewhere around 30 kids. We had popcorn, candy - &lt;em&gt;LOTS of Candy,&lt;/em&gt; face painting, hot dogs, a magician, pie in the face - the works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrWZHqBYmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-9-VsOJq8pc/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240443066737250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrWZHqBYmI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-9-VsOJq8pc/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240204233244978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrWLN7rgTI/AAAAAAAAAaw/64Yiuv-FMQ4/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240795944329106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrWtqOmH5I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Y7bYO6QA8I4/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love how Tanner looks mad - this was totally HIS idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrXRrU41jI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x2zACMHdKxw/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245241414714447410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrXRrU41jI/AAAAAAAAAbI/x2zACMHdKxw/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245241843494509650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrXqoqBXFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3QPVSG9GQIE/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love this picture for so many reasons - all the kids were lined up at the candy table - Liam - on his tipie toes, in the center with his little fist gripping his goodies - &lt;em&gt;behind his back &lt;/em&gt;- like, 'I dont have anything...' Love it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZGoZbujI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lll6Seh4knY/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245243423972899378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZGoZbujI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Lll6Seh4knY/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZYak88jI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mB9wC_D7CLo/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+219.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245243729500762674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZYak88jI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mB9wC_D7CLo/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The after Party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZmz04zyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XSH8Jf08R8I/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245243976796655394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZmz04zyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XSH8Jf08R8I/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZ9uyQDZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HwcQGPgm9LU/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245244370580409746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrZ9uyQDZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/HwcQGPgm9LU/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMraL2hjCiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QyhBTkBrUHU/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+263.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245244613176003106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMraL2hjCiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/QyhBTkBrUHU/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMraWLAwmxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IJ5j_7Eed3A/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245244790474316562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMraWLAwmxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/IJ5j_7Eed3A/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrax5qVntI/AAAAAAAAAcI/nRUsCEbcoqk/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+269.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245245266853207762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrax5qVntI/AAAAAAAAAcI/nRUsCEbcoqk/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My baby with his baby-blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrbGFB6nGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8bDqNCDnZBM/s1600-h/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245245613502274658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrbGFB6nGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8bDqNCDnZBM/s200/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?UV=710655350272_728947798605&amp;amp;mode=fromsite&amp;amp;collid=31882212605.818787798605.1221254382650&amp;amp;conn_speed=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for more party pics - there are a lot more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-8907730961408908820?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-birthday-bash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SMrQuLhRizI/AAAAAAAAAao/UBhAxicWlrQ/s72-c/Carter+%26+Greysons+Carnival+Party+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-4063228026898097405</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T20:33:59.804-07:00</atom:updated><title>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4DNxBn1iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4XNLWQA-vPQ/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241630551339161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4DNxBn1iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4XNLWQA-vPQ/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We did it! We completed our first day of 2nd and 4th Grade! Haley has Mrs.Graham - in the portable next to the portable &lt;em&gt;I had&lt;/em&gt; in 4th grade - same school, its crazy! She is SO excited to have her - she even told me she had a dream about getting her! Tanner has Mr.Judge. He'll do well, I'm sure (o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4DZI20v1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/HrPUOmCjvKw/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241630746714881874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4DZI20v1I/AAAAAAAAAZw/HrPUOmCjvKw/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ur little Questie). Haley cut her hair, she looks &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too old now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Drrhk9MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9fH6hDWzdlQ/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241631065258652866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Drrhk9MI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9fH6hDWzdlQ/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4D4uFNGgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/knzY12WYefU/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241631289283254786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4D4uFNGgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/knzY12WYefU/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4ENHqFxRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gPVHPulqEno/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241631639746233618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4ENHqFxRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gPVHPulqEno/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Can we say ORTHO?? Start writing more checks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Eof0P-dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_ANjArIZugE/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241632110087764434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Eof0P-dI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_ANjArIZugE/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4E9rQ8tFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/h_JidN87r8s/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241632473938179154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4E9rQ8tFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/h_JidN87r8s/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4FPVfPUxI/AAAAAAAAAag/vfELi3m2maU/s1600-h/1st+Day+of+School+08+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241632777330184978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4FPVfPUxI/AAAAAAAAAag/vfELi3m2maU/s200/1st+Day+of+School+08+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-4063228026898097405?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4DNxBn1iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/4XNLWQA-vPQ/s72-c/1st+Day+of+School+08+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-6773533823983109150</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-02T20:15:03.711-07:00</atom:updated><title>Last Day of Summer</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL3_zgz4KrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jY9ii6roOV4/s1600-h/End+of+Summer+08+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241626801775061682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL3_zgz4KrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jY9ii6roOV4/s200/End+of+Summer+08+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We had some friends over yesterday for a little Labor Day shin-dig, and later we put the kids in their pj's and did some good ol' fashion smore's. And a round of "what was your best part of the summer"&lt;br /&gt;Haleys: Going to Ga!&lt;br /&gt;Tanners: Going to Ga!&lt;br /&gt;Carters: Learning to swim! - whispers to me - can I have more than one??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Haley was having a bit of pre- 4th grade jitters and asked for a banana before the smore's (weird kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627253349604722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4ANzDo3XI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iZF_v80M3fM/s200/End+of+Summer+08+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627477733142338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Aa28170I/AAAAAAAAAZY/6Y0N0rLQXOY/s200/End+of+Summer+08+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241627663732713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL4Alr2mKbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Azhy4Ru4xiY/s200/End+of+Summer+08+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2nd &amp;amp; 4th Grade HERE WE COME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-6773533823983109150?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SL3_zgz4KrI/AAAAAAAAAZI/jY9ii6roOV4/s72-c/End+of+Summer+08+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-698236225796704662</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T14:53:24.997-07:00</atom:updated><title>Zoo - BABY!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So what's living in the wonderful Northwest without going to the zoo - in the &lt;strong&gt;POURING RAIN&lt;/strong&gt;........ in &lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;?! You betcha - we were there yesterday! Chris' company had their picnic there - all was good until we walked up to the food tent... We even had the kids wear tennies and sweatshirts - we on the other hand had flip flops and t-shirts on and decided to leave our sweatshirts in the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chris looking over the water as we park: "Does that look like a wall of rain or is it haze?"&lt;br /&gt;Carlee: "Ah, its too solid to be water, I'm sure its haze." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um - its safe to say it was a big honkin' wall of rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We didn't let it get to us. We enjoyed the picnic, face painting and bouncy house then went on our merry way pumped full of Mountain Dew (it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; thrown away once discovered someone cracked into it - our kids are good enough W/O a mega caffeine overload) Dove Bars &amp;amp; Ice Cream sandwiches, Animal Crackers and Licorice Ropes. And went to discover the different animals the zoo had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to my Carter to spice things up a bit - seriously should have known this would come...&lt;br /&gt;We came up to the Hippos - lounging in the water in the &lt;em&gt;rain - &lt;/em&gt;their big massive bodies soaking up...the &lt;em&gt;rain.&lt;/em&gt; We stood and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;studied these Hippos for a few minutes (they are sort of entrancing because even though we were standing in the rain, and they were doing pretty much nothing - we kept standing there just staring!) As Carter was walking away with Chris he said: "Mom, I wish you were a Hippo"&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sweet child!! He said &lt;em&gt;WERE&lt;/em&gt; - as in you aren't right now - Bless you little boy - you totally made my day by &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; calling me a Hippo! That is the biggest complement I could ever receive!&lt;br /&gt;**Babe - take notes, if I ask you how I look - just say you don't look like a &lt;em&gt;Hippo&lt;/em&gt;!** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SLMl79wSgFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SMpcpNLXFro/s1600-h/hippo%252C%2520side.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238572503681630290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SLMl79wSgFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SMpcpNLXFro/s200/hippo%252C%2520side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Of course the monkeys couldn't be passed up - he wished to become a monkey too - why not, I'd like to swing from trees too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We ended the trip by dragging our soggy bodies to the car and heading home to hot chocolate and tea and warm pj's...Mmmm (little one asked if we could start the fireplace - it was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad :) Each child remarked that next time we should take our own advise...wear appropriate NW gear :) Will do.&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/8585446856078009206-698236225796704662?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/08/zoo-baby.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SLMl79wSgFI/AAAAAAAAAZA/SMpcpNLXFro/s72-c/hippo%252C%2520side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-1354081249914807714</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T15:28:01.843-07:00</atom:updated><title>Your Amazing</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm pretty sure you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This was too spot on to hide in the comment section.&lt;br /&gt;Read it. Read it again - then think about it and KEEP thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you...let it go...anger and hatred are toxic...&lt;br /&gt;Do you see your features in theirs?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you care?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your role?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not?&lt;br /&gt;Do we remind you of her?&lt;br /&gt;How could we not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel left out?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you don't have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;How can you not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we don't care?&lt;br /&gt;How can we not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's been too long?&lt;br /&gt;How could it be?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think there is love lost?&lt;br /&gt;How could you?&lt;br /&gt;You instilled love...compassion...integrity...We remember...We still do...How could we not?&lt;br /&gt;You have a choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-1354081249914807714?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-amazing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585446856078009206.post-1886866191481389310</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T21:11:59.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>Verizon you make me CrAzY!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No biggie that the last cul de sac I was at (one block down) got to have these kind, kid cautious(they'd bulldoze their "monster truck" *according to Carter* up and down our street - &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt;), lawn caring (they parked their massive machine IN the yard), mail abiding (our mail people are finicky - if you dig a massive hole in &lt;em&gt;front of &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; under&lt;/em&gt; the mailboxes - our mail guy wont deliver the mail...for days), summer time morning noise - men - for TWO weeks jack-hammering at 6:30AM (summer time folks)&lt;br /&gt;BUT I now get them &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; too!! This is the sight I came home to today - notice I'm parked on the street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236814594798219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SKznIM2HcmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/glqV1AK1DjE/s200/Turner+Kids+9.08+088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bummer it was rainin' on ya boys today. Yesterday I went out to ask if they maybe did something because my internet had stopped working. I walked up to the guy who was packing up for the day - smoking. As he was hopping out of his truck walking over to the many holes in the street "oh wait, when we were digging we smelled gas - I should put out my cigarette" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yeah, thanks I'd appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;These ones are nice - but they really suck right now.&lt;br /&gt;Can I not salvage the last few days of summer I have left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585446856078009206-1886866191481389310?l=averyposse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://averyposse.blogspot.com/2008/08/verizon-you-make-me-crazy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Carlee Avery)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Hx1WmU0sQU/SKznIM2HcmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/glqV1AK1DjE/s72-c/Turner+Kids+9.08+088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>