<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:12:47.920-08:00</updated><category term='ella'/><category term='Texas weekend'/><category term='Max'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='photography'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Rissa'/><category term='Tyler'/><category term='4-wheeling'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Framing Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5754892394043946001</id><published>2011-11-30T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:23:01.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Ella Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last Wednesday, I had a photo shoot with Miss Ella. I wanted to do the pictures for her mom as a birthday/Christmas present. Obviously, we aren't very good at keeping secrets. We took Christmas pictures of Ella and pictures of her in her mom's wedding dress, and veil. The veil is very special to Randilyn and Ella's Gigi. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DGUCmH0vXE/TtcAZ4YQpQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WhCe2Hko1Dc/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6DGUCmH0vXE/TtcAZ4YQpQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/WhCe2Hko1Dc/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday, Randilyn!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5754892394043946001?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5754892394043946001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5754892394043946001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5754892394043946001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-grace.html' title='Ella Grace'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LDCBP9xJ3UM/Ttb_3FCpggI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/C-g2TWdXQGo/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2520327669076046771</id><published>2011-08-24T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:11:03.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved.....</title><content type='html'>That's right.... I'm now over at &lt;a href="http://www.chaseandbrie.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.chaseandbrie.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come check us out and see what's been going on in our lives!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2520327669076046771?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2520327669076046771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-moved-to-wwwchaseandbriewordpressco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2520327669076046771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2520327669076046771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-moved-to-wwwchaseandbriewordpressco.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved.....'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4580294922234834104</id><published>2011-06-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T12:18:22.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely not in college anymore</title><content type='html'>This has been quite the week. My friend, Randilyn, stayed with me for a few nights this week with her daughter Ella since the hubbies were out of town!! Randilyn is the Yukon H.S. POM coach. She has bright and early morning practices (at 6:30 A.M. people). Well, we did what you typically do at sleepovers, stayed up late talking. Too late. This happened the first night and the second night (no we did not learn our lesson after the first one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got up Wednesday morning, I was so excited because I was going back to sleep for another 35 or so minutes. It was glorious. Then I heard this voice go, "Bri... I locked my keys in my car." What kind of cruel joke is this. The punchline was both sets of keys were locked in the car and she was NOT joking. I rolled out of bed, walked outside with a hanger, and we sat there for an HOUR AND A HALF trying to jimmy her door. AAA took forever. Thankfully, some nice gentleman who was up and driving around my neighborhood at 7:30 A.M. jimmied the door open with the hanger. The plus side, everything BUT baby Ella was locked in the car! She got to sleep in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were delightful on an average of 3-4 hours of sleep for two nights in a row and getting up and going to work early. I love my friend!!! We manage to keep ourselves entertained... Hurry home boys! We need you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-4580294922234834104?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/4580294922234834104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/06/definitely-not-in-college-anymore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4580294922234834104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4580294922234834104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/06/definitely-not-in-college-anymore.html' title='Definitely not in college anymore'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5543943408762945587</id><published>2011-05-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:19:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um, excuse me!?!</title><content type='html'>Chase and I have had some very memorable moments in our marriage. Some were big events; i.e. the power going out at our wedding. Some were little events; i.e. Chase eating a bowl of ice cream in the bathtub (water-less). Last night was a little event, but I assure you I will not forget it. Nor will Chase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up chilly in the middle of the night and decided to be a good wife and snuggle up next to my husband. We were both laying with our backs to each other. I just scooted as close as I could to him and could feel the heat radiating off of him. I nestled in. I was warm and comfy, and was just about back to sleep and I felt this RUMBLE on my backside. My perfect gentleman of a husband had just let out the loudest fart known to man on MY backside. This rumble from his innards was so loud that it had woken him up from his deep stupor. I mean, really!? Really babe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my mom would quote this line from the movie Something to Talk About; "You fawt in your sleep." (that's my southern accent for "fart"). FYI Mom, Chase FAWTS in his sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5543943408762945587?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5543943408762945587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-excuse-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5543943408762945587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5543943408762945587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-excuse-me.html' title='Um, excuse me!?!'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7412205922450232605</id><published>2011-03-31T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:17:44.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm my own worst enemy</title><content type='html'>One thing that drives me batty is toenails with no polish on them. I don't know why, but girl toes were just made to have pretty colors on them! (and the fact that I think my toes NEED polish) I don't know why but it seems to make me cringe when I see bare toes and no polish. Worse than bare toes with no polish are the toes that have the faint red/orange/pink tinge to them because they've been under layers of red-tinted polish for quite a while! You know what I am talking about. Well, what's worse than the fact that all these things bug me (I'm not judging) is the fact that I am my own worst enemy today. That's right. I took my polish off last night and took a bath thinking I'd paint my toes after that. Well somehow it was bedtime and I still hadn't polished my toes... I figured I'd do it in the morning and somehow managed to wear open-toe shoes today. Thankfully, I've had pants on with my shoes so it's not AS noticeable (yes, that is me making excuses for myself). I'm very, VERY ashamed of myself and plan to trot myself home and put myself in timeout with a bottle of OPI polish! You better check tomorrow and make sure I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7412205922450232605?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7412205922450232605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-my-own-worst-enemy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7412205922450232605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7412205922450232605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-my-own-worst-enemy.html' title='I&apos;m my own worst enemy'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-6520438798832775360</id><published>2011-02-28T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T11:28:25.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What are you passionate about?</title><content type='html'>At firs,that seemed like a pretty simple and easy question. Then I started thinking about it... and I'm still thinking about it... WHAT AM I PASSIONATE ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am passionate about God and my beliefs, but that's not where I am heading with this post. I am more on the lines of hobbies/interests-- what is something that I am passionate about that I could do all day and it wouldn't be tedious? If I had to do it all day, I'd enjoy it for the MOST part (let's be real, everything has a negative side, and I realize that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dibble in many things, but I don't know if I've found that ONE thing that just calls my name. I love blogging, but I want to blog about what I am passionate about... I guess I am not sure what that thing is. I love to decorate, to photograph, to cook, to be crafty, but I guess I feel that since I like doing many things that I don't excel at any ONE thing. The blogosphere is filled with many versions of the same and different ideas. If I don't excel at them, I guess I feel too timid to put them out there. I don't know. I guess I just want to find the one thing that makes me so excited, that I want to share it with everyone! I want to teach someone how to do it... Maybe someone needs to teach me how to do it first... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you passionate about? What drives you day in and day out? Is it a hobby? Your family? Your job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-6520438798832775360?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/6520438798832775360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-you-passionate-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6520438798832775360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6520438798832775360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-you-passionate-about.html' title='What are you passionate about?'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-8969957560325066779</id><published>2011-02-21T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:49:05.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning Project # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-QP2uXrMZo/TWMTquA5HdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dTxOPN8E2Xo/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, the weather down here in OK has been wonderful and warm and wonderful! I have had spring fever for a couple of days (weeks). Tonight, I decided that my guest closet needed a little TLC. I have been neglecting it, throwing stuff in it when I need it out of my way elsewhere. It has just become a "catch all," and that is not what I want my guest closet to look like, so I tackled this little spring cleaning project! It looks much better! Be prepared to be amazed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fQ46SQVBAY/TWMSYLHeV_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/--3u5Bd1APU/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576320970125105138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking down on all the clutter (eek!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzUAgFumQws/TWMSXyfOBfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XPKOiFzyEKg/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576320963513812466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More clutter on this side of the closet too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOlREh4x5o0/TWMSYUsdUVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QOlcE1nDmW0/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576320972696146258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So these aren't in the closet at the moment, but they did reside on the middle shelf. I swear. I crammed a lot of goodies into that closet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oqFtb5065QE/TWMTYUA15FI/AAAAAAAAAJc/M2tdS0ozVcQ/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322072024835154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another angle of the junk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-QP2uXrMZo/TWMTquA5HdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dTxOPN8E2Xo/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322388242013650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Ah, much better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmhq6sBLYqY/TWMUGtPcmzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/VdKj8DLZjHA/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322869070961458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Craft stuff on one side and sewing items on the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9pnjn0f7FE/TWMUG5gMg8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/amnLhs2vXdc/s320/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322872362435522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The hub's clothes had to stay (or I have to make room in my closet for them, so they had to stay here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qf82_KEms-c/TWMUHXWkt-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/3MQZ99VxwNQ/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322880375142370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So I know you didn't see what was inside of these tupperware drawers, but I moved my DVDs to little baskets in the living room and put all my crafting supplies into the bins. They are nice and organized and easily accessible right now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gSYhhwHyNi0/TWMUHKtheGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dgOUPO2qc8I/s320/DSC_0347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576322876981737570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Another thing I did was organize my stock-pile of cards. I grouped them together by holiday, blank cards, etc. They are easy to find and in the drawer with my gift wrapping supplies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;These were all just a few minor adjustments that I made to my guest closet. It didn't cost me anything but a little time and attention. I actually plan on selling some of those lamps that got exiled in our garage sale in the spring, so maybe (down the road), I will make some money off of this clean-up! Can't complain about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;So do you have spring fever? Have you organized anything (big or small) lately? Did you do it for free, or did you buy a few organizing products? Did you have a great Monday? (not sure great and Monday go well together but I'm entertaining the idea). &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/6915234371407150970-8969957560325066779?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/8969957560325066779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-cleaning-project-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8969957560325066779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8969957560325066779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-cleaning-project-1.html' title='Spring Cleaning Project # 1'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fQ46SQVBAY/TWMSYLHeV_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/--3u5Bd1APU/s72-c/DSC_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7746044706019614523</id><published>2011-02-21T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:36:54.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflicted</title><content type='html'>The past two days I have tried to write a variety of posts on different topics. I really think I should make a schedule of topics and stick to those for posts, or they may get pretty random (enter today). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed a change in myself lately. I thought I just had a case of the "in betweens" like many people are blogging about with this time of year, the weather, etc. I think some of my blahs come from being conflicted with myself. There are so many things that I want to do, but it's not my 8-5 job and I am not to the point of making those WANTS a career yet. In fact, I am no where close to that. It's a vicious cycle. Must continue to work, to support the crafting/project habits, but that takes up time and energy that I could spend crafting, thus I don't craft very frequently and can't get anything going without the ideas to blog about. See, I told you. It's vicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need some encouragement, a few more hours in my day, and lots more energy. I guess the supportive husband is going to read this and give me an ear full on being able to do anything I put my mind to. Man, I love that guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random-ness. I guess I just needed to blog about how the things I really want to do are the things that I don't do daily and I'm conflicted within myself about that. Any suggestions?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7746044706019614523?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7746044706019614523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/conflicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7746044706019614523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7746044706019614523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/conflicted.html' title='Conflicted'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5674422137552431402</id><published>2011-02-15T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:11:22.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines</title><content type='html'>.... They are fast approaching. I thought deadlines were a thing of the past once you were out of school, but they are not. You may wonder what type of deadlines am I facing? Well, here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the Memorial Marathon- it's in a little over 2 months and I am no where close to where I need to be in the training schedule. I have a feeling it may be a walk/run marathon again this year. The most exercise I've done lately is stair climbing 2x a day with a girl from work. We climb about 7 flights of stairs and then come back down them. It's a nice little break, but it is not 13.1 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Passport- we are going on a cruise to Alaska this summer with Chase's family. Well, in order to get to Alaska, we have to go through Canada and I need to get a passport. You see, I've never been out of the USA and I don't have a passport. That takes about 6-8 weeks. I'm planning on the side of error that it will take longer because I don't want to be stuck home while everyone else is enjoying a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taxes- thankfully, I (think) I finished our taxes the last snow day we had, but I still need to get them filed before April. And the sooner the better because that means we get a tax return sooner (and I may or may not already have plans for that money. I think I will have to make Dave Ramsey happy a little bit and buy something to make Chase and Brie happy a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess these are just a couple of deadlines that I have, and really they are self-imposed deadlines. I guess I function better when I think I have to have something done by a certain time. I have lots of house projects that I would like to have deadlines on, but those need funding too, not just deadlines, and that's a story for anothre day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5674422137552431402?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5674422137552431402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/deadlines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5674422137552431402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5674422137552431402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4019298286197076988</id><published>2011-02-14T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:34:35.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The Simple Things in Life</title><content type='html'>I think holidays have become such a marketing hype. I mean, we are not even out of July and the Christmas decor is bursting forth from the aisles in Hobby Lobby and Wal-Mart (don't get me wrong, I do love me some Christmas spirit, just not in mid-summer). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Chase and I decided for Valentine's Day that we were doing "homemade" gifts. This was a neat experience. I decided that I was going to make him this LOVELY red-velvet, heart-shaped cake. It was a great plan, until I started trying to put the plan into action. Let's just say that the beautiful heart shaped cake ended up being a single layer (yes, it was supposed to be 3), round cake. It was rough, very rough. I did not inherit all of my mother's cake baking/decorating abilities. The 2nd layer of cake fell out of the pan into my sink. Unfortunately, I was too disgruntled to take pictures. However, Chase loved it (and if he didn't love it, he was great at convincing me that he did love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me a "Coupon Book." It was thoughtful, and sweet, and homemade. And I loved it. Plus I won't be cleaning for a while! : ) He made me two copies of the coupons, so I have double coupons. It's great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that we simplified this holiday. We loved our gifts (despite the imperfections) and they meant so much more. Just remember that great gifts don't have to cost a great deal of money, and they will still be very heart-felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-4019298286197076988?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/4019298286197076988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/simple-things-in-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4019298286197076988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4019298286197076988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2011/02/simple-things-in-life.html' title='The Simple Things in Life'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3038587901915082654</id><published>2010-12-28T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:11:15.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap of 10 in 2010</title><content type='html'>2011 is RIGHT around the corner. How scary is that? It seems like the years go faster and faster! As a segue way to the year 2011, I thought I'd post the top ten things/adventures/memories that happened to us in 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ice Storm we got last January-- weather is always unpredictable in Oklahoma. We had the added enjoyment of a broken heater during this ice storm. Now, it wasn't necessarily a blast, but Chase and I spent a few days snuggled up in front of our fire place (literally we moved the couch right in front of it), to keep warm. Showers were miserable, but it's all part of the joys in our first year of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Exterran-- Chase works for Exterran, and they are one of the better things that has happened to us. He LOVES his job, which makes me so happy. Exterran has drug Chase away for me for training and other random jobs, but it has made our year great so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dave Ramsey-- (with the help of Exterran) We are working towards paying off debt. So far, we have paid off our credit card and are working on my car now, and after that it's student loans. It's a slow but steady process. The hoidays were a little rough this year, and we weren't as good as we could have been, but we also didn't buy presents on credit, which was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hailstorm from May-- this ranks as a top 10 for the memory of it. I am not sure I'd want to relive that nightmare. We had to deal with the insurance companies, landlords, weather debris. The storm was real powerful and seeing the aftermath was unbelievable. We were safe and I'm glad we weren't at our house when it happened. Thanks to the hailstorm, we have a car payment since my car got demolished by tennis-ball sized hail. Just another adventure for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I discovered the Pioneer Woman in 2010. I actually got her cookbook for Christmas '09, but with a week left in the year, I think I really discovered her in 2010. I am a huge fan of all things PW; her food, her photography, her blog, her book. She has been a big part of 2010. I have cooked some pretty good meals/cookies thanks to her. I have also shared her with everyone I come into contact with (almost). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our 1 year anniversary-- It was great for the obvious reasons, we had been married a year. We are still on a honeymoon I feel, and I love it. Chase is a wonderful husband and an even greater best friend. He fills all my voids! He got me a DSLR camera for our anniversary that I love. I plan on devoting more time to it in 2011. I gotta make my man proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanksgiving Break-- yes, we were in the working world and still got a Thanksgiving break. We took the week off and went to Illinois to spend it with my family. It was nice going home and getting to stay there the full amount of time. We got some cold weather, and saw lots of loved ones. It's sad not being able to be with both of our families on holidays, but we are making it work the best we know how to with 800+ miles between my parents and his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Montana-- I introduced Chase to Montana this year, and he loved it. I think he's converted! It's such a beautiful and magical place. I have spent my childhood going to Montana for vacations and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I have made some great friends there and I have such an admiration for the state. I got to share something special from my childhood with Chase, and I loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Projects (see #1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OUR NEW HOUSE-- we love being home owners. We bought a house in Yukon, Oklahoma and we love it. Since we have boughten the house, we have done projects on it (reference to #2). We built a pergola (with a lot of help from my dad) on to the back of the house, painted the inside (thanks mom), built a tool bench in the garage (thanks Chase), and poured concrete (thanks Jeff and Austin). Chase and I love to do projects. Tools was the only thing on Chase's Christmas list. I swear to you. He was like a little kid in a candy shop when he opened the Dewalt boxes. I am sure there will be more projects to come in 2011. There's a master bedroom project in the works now. I just can't sit still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this said, I know there's no pictures. I am sorry (I can't get my work computer to work with blogger). I can't wait to see what God has in store for us in 2011. We have some projects planned, some trips planned, some funny moments that are unplanned, but sure to happen. I think I am ready to ring in the new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3038587901915082654?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3038587901915082654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/12/recap-of-10-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3038587901915082654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3038587901915082654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/12/recap-of-10-in-2010.html' title='Recap of 10 in 2010'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-936685505687608585</id><published>2010-12-27T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T09:43:44.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why it has been so hard for me to write lately. I am sure that it's not a lack of things to say, just not really sure what to say. Probably the lack of pictures... it's the time it takes to edit them and put them on the blog, while working an 8-5 job. It's the pits, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays came and went so fast. I hate that the holidays fly by. Chase and I didn't get to do half of the stuff we wanted to do. It was probably really me that wanted to do those things... I don't think I watched one full Christmas movie. I didn't get to sit down and watch one. I watched Love Actually while we put up our tree and watched Elf while wrapping presents. Neither got my full attention. I didn't watch any of The Christmas Story on Christmas Day, which is a first. I also didn't get to see White Christmas, which is one of my all time favorite Christmas movies. I guess I will just be watching Christmas movies in February, so sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas day with his family. It was a great day. I love his family, but desperately missed my own! I hope everyone else had a wonderful holiday season, whether it ends now or in February like it will end for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-936685505687608585?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/936685505687608585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-no-idea-why-it-has-been-so-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/936685505687608585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/936685505687608585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-no-idea-why-it-has-been-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5857383710830715646</id><published>2010-11-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:07:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Savings</title><content type='html'>It is now November 4th and the holidays seem to be quickly approaching! Holidays seem to translate to lots of cash outflow for the next couple of months. Now, don't get me wrong! I LOVE the holidays!! I just cringe at the thought of all the outflow of cash. I mean there's decorations you want to buy, cards to buy, presents, candy, baking supplies, wrapping supplies. I don't regret buying any of these things. I just know that it means a flux of cash is going out, so I thought I'd post some adds and coupons that I have found that may be beneficial to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite one right now is http://www.canvaspeople.com/ Their deal right now is a free 8x10 canvas print. I believe you do have to pay shipping and handling, but that's a heck of a deal! My dilemma now is to decide which print I want in a canvas wrap. Oh the dilemmas I get myself into... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I see any other good deals, I will be sure to let you know. I'm hoping if you see any, you'll leave me a comment and tell me what and where!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another idea that I'm toying with... a gold party. You turn in your old tarnished, broken, tangled gold/silver jewelry for some cash (on the spot). I am thinking I could use some extra holiday dough and some extra room in my closet/drawers. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5857383710830715646?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5857383710830715646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-savings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5857383710830715646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5857383710830715646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-savings.html' title='Holiday Savings'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2839592849639969144</id><published>2010-10-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:54:37.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any idea...</title><content type='html'>On how I can get paid to read blogs?! You may laugh, but I'm serious. I LOVE reading blogs. Anyone's and everyone's. Chase wonders how I stumble onto all of these blogs of people I don't know, and then come up with ideas that I want to try. Those ideas range from recipes to crafts to DIY (do-it-yourself) projects. I end up reading so many things and getting so many ideas that my brain becomes overwhelmed and consumed. I think someone should create a job where you read blogs and try different projects... Really, if anyone knows where this dream can become a reality... you know where to find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2839592849639969144?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2839592849639969144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/any-idea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2839592849639969144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2839592849639969144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/any-idea.html' title='Any idea...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7572641979158606199</id><published>2010-10-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:00:44.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>I apologize... this blog DEFINITELY needs some pictures. I am just awful. My goal is to post (from home-where all the pictures are) at least once this week. I need to update our house pictures and the projects that have been going on around there. Hopefully you all will forgive me-- I'm pretty sure no one reads this anyways... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7572641979158606199?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7572641979158606199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/apology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7572641979158606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7572641979158606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7294166961669367720</id><published>2010-10-05T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:11:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I did run last night. It was a lot tougher than I imagined... Let's just hope it gets easier each night. Despite the title of this post, that is not what I was going to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night while watching a movie, Chase looks over at me and asks what I'm eating. I replied (guiltlessly), "Cereal!" Props for me, right?! Does it still count if my cereal was in the cookie dough mix? Sunday, I made Monster cookies from the Pioneer Woman's website. They were amazing. They have oatmeal (cereal), chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, m &amp;amp; m's, extra salt, and rice krispies (cereal). I made the cookies, but got sick of baking (I'd already made granola) and decided to refrigerate the dough. Last night, I decided to eat it, and that it consisted mainly of cereal... It's not like I said I was eating fruit, right! I didn't really fib to my husband, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7294166961669367720?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7294166961669367720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7294166961669367720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7294166961669367720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-8987774059199150531</id><published>2010-10-04T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:15:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins today</title><content type='html'>It's true. Marathon training begins &lt;em&gt;today!&lt;/em&gt; The Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon is in April. Yes, I realize we are beginning early, BUT we're trying to complete a beginner's training schedule and then move on to an intermediate one before April! We are starting traying for a walk/run marathon. We have our next 16 weeks of workouts printed off and (will be) hanging on our fridge when we get home. It's going to be that constant reminder that Chase and I both need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the OKC Memorial Marathon (1/2 marathon) 2 years ago, and LOVED it. It was such a neat experience. Keep in mind, I could hardly walk the next few days. I loved it. It's such an amazing experience to run with thousands of people you don't know, all for the same reasons, and many different reasons. It was very moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's workout consists of a 3:2 ration. We run for 3 minutes, walk for 2 (yes it's the beginner style) and do this for 45 minutes. Keep me accountable. The weather is finally cooperating and is pretty cool. I'm looking forward to running, and maybe not sweating. Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-8987774059199150531?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/8987774059199150531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-begins-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8987774059199150531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8987774059199150531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-begins-today.html' title='It begins today'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-6480560812378492544</id><published>2010-09-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:11:55.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is...</title><content type='html'>Chase yelling, at our chocolate lab mix, "Max, if you don't quit licking my ear, I am going to turn you into tootsie rolls." Now, I'm not sure how this will happen, and being a fan of Max I am hoping it doesn' t happen, but it was funny to hear from another room. I will admit, I cracked up, but just a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-6480560812378492544?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/6480560812378492544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage-is_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6480560812378492544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6480560812378492544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage-is_28.html' title='Marriage is...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2478168619409455891</id><published>2010-09-28T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:11:47.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love...</title><content type='html'>the Pioneer Woman. First off, who doesn't? If you don't know who she is, go to the store and buy her cookbook. You will not regret it. Or you can visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;/a&gt;. She is thoroughly entertaining. She has &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;recipies. She has photography. She's got the whole package. I just printed off her Blackberries with SweetCream recipe. She may make my "grocery envelope" expand. I am going to have to cut back in other places so I can keep buying ingredients to make her recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, it is much cooler here and I am loving that. This weekend is the Czech festival in Yukon. Since Chase and I are residents in Yukon, we will have to check it out, and the kolachi's (not really sure how you spell that). We'll update you later on how good they are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2478168619409455891?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2478168619409455891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2478168619409455891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2478168619409455891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-love.html' title='I just love...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3440741897745794924</id><published>2010-09-22T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:42:08.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUMPKIN</title><content type='html'>Just so everyone knows, there is a pumpkin shortage. I was basically bummed when I heard this and scoured the shelves in &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; grocery store I could find for the orange cans of bliss. Well, I couldn't find them. I was going to resort to buying pie pumpkins and baking them and mashing their insides for some pumpkin flavor (thanks Mom for the idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found some pumpkin at Aldi, of all places, and it was only 89 cents a can. Monday was definitely my day. Chase accompanied me on the excursion. We bought 24 cans at Aldi (drove 20 minutes one way to get there). Well, we swung by the Homeland grocery store by our house (not kidding, right down the block) on the way home to get some necessities for our Pumpkin Pasta Sauce we were going to have for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I should look and see if Homeland has pumpkin... sure enough, they do! Chase couldn't resist laughing at me and asking "Did you not check this store?" "Well, honey, I checked the &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;Homeland 2 blocks away and they didn't have any. I just didn't think this one would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, I should probably check the grocery store right by my house. Rest easy though. I have pumpkin, picked some up from Homeland that night (just in case) and went to the grocery store last night and picked up a few more (shh. Don't tell Chase). I think I am set for the pumpkin shortage. I figure if I stock up and silly people who aren't prepared need it, I can make a profit off of my 89 cent orange wonders!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3440741897745794924?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3440741897745794924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3440741897745794924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3440741897745794924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/pumpkin.html' title='PUMPKIN'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7462879217381304733</id><published>2010-09-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T07:31:30.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't they budge...</title><content type='html'>Those extra pounds around my middle, or anywhere for that fact. They simply do NOT budge. I mean, I made it out of college without gaining the "freshman 15." I am sure I gained a little bit more once I moved to OC instead of my ritual workouts with Rissa at the Y and teaching dance/tumbling for 4 nights a week. I became a little more sluggish at OC, but I started running with Corlie and things were looking up.... Well, now I am married and it seems that my pounds have made a home on me, and invited a few of their friends. Why? Why are they so hospitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week I am doing something about it. Not just this week, but hopefully it'll be a good change! I got some new running shoes, and they are toners like the MBT shoes and Reebok Easy tones. You can't see the toners, so maybe it'll be my little kept secret (that I just shared with you). I wore them to the fair last night, and while walking around for 4 hours and I totally left the fair feeling the extra workout I had thanks to these shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;starts! I am planning on running the loop around our house (which is close to a mile) and then walking it, or doing a workout DVD and walking the loop with Chase and the dogs. Please hold me accountable. I've reached my brink, and it's time to change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7462879217381304733?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7462879217381304733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-wont-they-budge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7462879217381304733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7462879217381304733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-wont-they-budge.html' title='Why won&apos;t they budge...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3979161629017425782</id><published>2010-09-13T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:07:12.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Chase and I celebrated our first year of marriage!! It's like finishing a marathon, &lt;em&gt;just kidding! &lt;/em&gt;It has been a great year. Eventful, but great! He was the sweetest husband yesterday! I felt like I kept finding anniversary cards. Everywhere. In the middle of church, I opened my bible up, to find another card. It was just too precious!! I just love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today starts the Monday blah's.... My parents went back home, Chase randomly had to leave for Texas (with no good-bye), and I lost the crown to my tooth. Happy day. Welcome to the start of year 2 in married life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3979161629017425782?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3979161629017425782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3979161629017425782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3979161629017425782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year.html' title='One Year'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4706942926472190773</id><published>2010-09-03T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:14:58.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage is....</title><content type='html'>hopping in an &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; bathtub, &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt; clothed to eat my bowl of ice cream with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drying my hair (after letting him dye it) and he got us two bowls of ice cream. Well, he must've decided he wanted to stay in the bathroom with me and the bathtub seemed like a great spot to get some r &amp;amp; r while enjoying his Snickers ice cream. I finished drying my hair and joined in... I love married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I did take a picture of my husban'd great idea, but have yet to post it. &lt;em&gt;Someday&lt;/em&gt;.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-4706942926472190773?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/4706942926472190773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4706942926472190773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4706942926472190773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/09/marriage-is.html' title='Marriage is....'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-997042875844325203</id><published>2010-08-26T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:21:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can &lt;em&gt;hardly &lt;/em&gt;contain my excitement!! Hardly!! Fall is &lt;strong&gt;so &lt;/strong&gt;close I can almost smell the fresh, crisp air. In my opinion, fall is one of the best times of the year. I have thought this since I was a little kid. There is nothing like a fall in the Midwest, Illinois to be exact. It is &lt;em&gt;gorgeous &lt;/em&gt;there! The vibrant colors of reds and oranges and yellows. There's just something so welcoming about the cool, crisp air. I love being bundled up in sweatshirts and blankets just sitting around, or sitting around a fire roasting marshmellows. I know, you can roast marshmallows at any other time during the year, but this is just THE time for it. Another favorite thing is the apple orchards in fall. They have THE BEST apples. Honey crisp. Yum! Along with apples comes apple cider, apple cider doughnuts, sweet potato butter... Mmm. The list goes on and on. Fall just tastes good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a little bit of a cool front down here in Oklahoma, and I'm welcoming the thought of all things fall. I don't mind raking leaves. I need to pick out a great big pumpkin for Chase and I to carve. Football starts soon. It means busting out my boots, jeans, and sweaters. A good excuse to cuddle up next to my husband (it's hard to pretend you're cold in the blazing heat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just L-O-V-E fall. What's your favorite season, and why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-997042875844325203?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/997042875844325203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-can-hardly-contain-my-excitement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/997042875844325203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/997042875844325203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-can-hardly-contain-my-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-9150353564441629281</id><published>2010-08-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:45:02.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>Well, we were awoken (at 3:30 a.m.) to the world's WORST odor. I. KID. YOU. NOT. Tater got sprayed by a skunk, and it stunk up the inside of our house without Tater even coming in.... Ahhh! How many more days until we move into the lovely, clean smelling new house? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new goal is to finish packing the house, rid the house of the skunk odor, quit gagging from the odor, and spray lots of vinegar so we don't transfer this stench to the LOVELY new house!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than 24 hours we have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- made 3 trips to Wal-Mart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- made 1 trip to Pet Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bathed Max 2x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bathed Tater 3x and sprayed him down with Nature's Miracle Skunk Smell Take Away stuff (it smells like alcohol and is quite welcoming compared to what he smells like now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- eaten out 2x since our house stinks so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sweated off a lot of weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- opened all of the windows that we could in the 107+ degree heat (and add the heat index &lt;i&gt;on top of that&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bleached the bath tub and then cleaned it with comet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- poured baking soda on our carpet, and vaccumed, repeated with baking soda and iodized salt, and vaccumed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- lit a lot of matches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- inhaled a lot of fumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- not slept very much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- sprayed my purse down with vinegar and water because I was in a store and noticed that I smelt like a skunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- just about vomited on &lt;i&gt;numerous &lt;/i&gt;occasions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tater just finished his 3rd bath... Time for bed?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I think my prayer at 6:30 (yes I went back to bed at 6:30 am) this morning consisted of "Dear God, why, why did you make skunks? They stink and are awful. They can't be very high up on the food chain. They stink. I just don't know why. Please make my house smell better." Pathetic, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. The bright side of all of this... CHASE WAS HOME FOR THIS DISASTER! I was/AM SO relieved about that. I'd be sleeping in my car and bawling more than likely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your weekend goes well and please don't judge me if you come over in the next 5 days and my house stinks, or if I have a lingering scent in public... it's just skunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-9150353564441629281?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/9150353564441629281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovely.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9150353564441629281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9150353564441629281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-9030566479333219693</id><published>2010-08-12T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T06:51:08.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week From Today</title><content type='html'>One week from today and we will be the PROUD new owners of 1001 Harvest Dr. (in Yukon). I just cannot wait. I have a bundle of emotions that are going with that new ownership. I'm excited because Chase and I are buying our first house, and we've worked hard to get everything in order for it. I'm relieved that I no longer have to live in the awful house we are abiding in now. Believe me, just about everything that could go wrong in one house has gone wrong. It's been an interesting year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new house means a trip from my parentals, which is always welcomed and loved. They will come down labor day weekend to help with some projects. I know, it's a new house and I still manage to have projects for it. It will be ever changing, I am sure. I will make sure to take lots of before and after pictures! Do not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed last night thinking how I'm going to arrange the furniture and what-not. I. Am. A. Typical. Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better finish packing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And on a totally separate note... anyone that listens to country music, do you know a song about "that's my kind of beautiful". I don't know the title or artist, obviously, but Chase wanted me to look it up and neither of us could find it.... Just thought I'd ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-9030566479333219693?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/9030566479333219693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-week-from-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9030566479333219693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9030566479333219693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-week-from-today.html' title='One Week From Today'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3476545574899100054</id><published>2010-07-29T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:59:19.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Tips</title><content type='html'>Okay, I figured since I'll be new at this whole moving process, I needed some tips from wiser people that have done this before. So, any tips for moving into a house? Any little things that worked out well for you? Anything you would recommend not to do? I'm trying to be as organized as possible come August 20th. I mean I already took toilet paper to the house and hid it in a cupboard so we would know where at least &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; roll was. I thought that was pretty good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3476545574899100054?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3476545574899100054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-tips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3476545574899100054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3476545574899100054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving-tips.html' title='Moving Tips'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4672340272815703745</id><published>2010-07-28T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:25:50.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Mainly due to the fact that I'm avoiding doing anything productive today, here is my list of a few of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The smell and warmth of clean laundry right out of the dryer. I wish I experienced it more (and that it stayed warmer longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Flea markets. I have become obsessed with the thoughts lately. I just love a good project and I seem to find lots of ideas at flea markets, and who doesn't love the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The idea of having our &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;house! This thought is possessing my thoughts lately. I'm very distracted, but my house is decorated great in my day dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Diet coke. I just can't get enough. How many cans a day are too many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The idea of running and working out. I love running and working out (well love as much as one can), but I find by the end of the day that I have not had any time to do it. Hence, tomorrow morning, I am going to try to get up and work out. We will see if this really does happen. (Don't get your hopes up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My family! They are great. Wonderful. Amazing! I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall! I am ready for everything fall: the smell of candles, pumpkins, the brisk cool breeze, cute warm clothes, BOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Energy. I wish I had more of it. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blankets. I think I'm obsessed. One can never have too many soft, cuddly, warm, fluffy blankets. Another reason I'm ready for fall. Pile on the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 p.m. It means the work day is done and I can begin my few hours of a real day. I look forward to the 5 o'clock drive home... It's relaxing in a strange way. I realize that once I get home I only have about 5 hours of a "real day" ahead of me. And that's if I stay up late! Oh well... How many more years until retirement? : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Non of these are in a particular order. It's just all random. I'm just random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-4672340272815703745?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/4672340272815703745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4672340272815703745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4672340272815703745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='Few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-9155455021729876290</id><published>2010-07-23T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:54:54.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVYk90eQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3PBLe-pV1tI/s1600/P1020289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVYk90eQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3PBLe-pV1tI/s320/P1020289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497300175887300866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVYH2ar0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xn2uH_Gtc9w/s1600/P1020285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVYH2ar0I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Xn2uH_Gtc9w/s320/P1020285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497300168071622466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surprise! Below are some pictures of our "new" (but not ours until August 19th) house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVXmOQqLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Up8weFbiSJI/s1600/P1020276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVXmOQqLI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Up8weFbiSJI/s320/P1020276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497300159044823218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entry way and view into the dining room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVXPMRtyI/AAAAAAAAAII/iAw_QdqZNQ4/s1600/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVXPMRtyI/AAAAAAAAAII/iAw_QdqZNQ4/s320/P1020275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497300152862488354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spacious laundry room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVWRHSDRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5qbNgHKdWGU/s1600/P1020271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVWRHSDRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5qbNgHKdWGU/s320/P1020271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497300136198540562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our bathroom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT73rjoiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rtFIwGls8fI/s1600/P1020269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT73rjoiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rtFIwGls8fI/s320/P1020269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497298583183139362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking down the hallway toward the bedrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT7JS-kaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YpKd_5r-lMo/s1600/P1020268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT7JS-kaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YpKd_5r-lMo/s320/P1020268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497298570732016034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our living room and the windows to the back of the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT6ncrneI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8XZrqEmCdqw/s1600/P1020267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT6ncrneI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8XZrqEmCdqw/s320/P1020267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497298561645911522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kitchen and eating area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT6OWEHjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DXTU2bon5Kc/s1600/P1020266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT6OWEHjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DXTU2bon5Kc/s320/P1020266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497298554907270706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our lovely dining room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT5kL3COI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_NcI_8TVRaI/s1600/P1020264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpT5kL3COI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_NcI_8TVRaI/s320/P1020264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497298543590181090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the happy homeowners! &lt;/div&gt;Chase and I close on our house August 19th, providing everything goes good from now until then! Here are some pictures of the humble abode (let's hope I didn't just jynx our home inspection that is tomorrow!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I don't know how to blog yet, because this short blip was supposed to be at the top! Oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-9155455021729876290?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/9155455021729876290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-home.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9155455021729876290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/9155455021729876290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TEpVYk90eQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3PBLe-pV1tI/s72-c/P1020289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2701373352061056495</id><published>2010-06-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:27:51.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you live in Oklahoma when...</title><content type='html'>(I plan on making this one "theme" that commonly occurs on here!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you live in Oklahoma when... they say a &lt;i&gt;cold front&lt;/i&gt; is coming and that cold front is &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;95 degrees. Here I was all excited to not sweat anytime I stepped out my front door. Better luck next time, i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2701373352061056495?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2701373352061056495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-you-live-in-oklahoma-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2701373352061056495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2701373352061056495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-know-you-live-in-oklahoma-when.html' title='You know you live in Oklahoma when...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3618666415433822567</id><published>2010-06-16T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:39:18.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And there was a dip in pride levels today</title><content type='html'>Can I just paint this picture for you? It's Oklahoma in June, which means it is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humid&lt;/span&gt;. If you are surprised by this little fact, well... I just don't know how that can come as a shocker to anyone. Below is the story of how I faced humility in the hot and humid Oklahoma weather. I really should take a look at my priorities after this incident. Bear with me, since this story is a little long winded, and has no pictures (for a very good reason). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking my usual trip to Sam's Club for work. The list is pretty much the same every time I go in there. Lots (and by lots I mean 5 flats) of Diet Dr. Pepper, a little less diet coke, and maybe one or two other regular sodas, some crackers, plates, paper towels, etc... That's really the extent. The thing that kills me is trying to push a cart and maneuver a cart around Sam's Club with that much soda on it. Not to mention that strange stares (and comments) I get all the while. I swear people think I'm ADDICTED to diet pop. I just want to tell them no because it does not have sonic ice in it. That's another addiction to face on another day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked out and decided that an ice cream cone sounds &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing!&lt;/span&gt; I'm standing in line to purchase my much anticipated treat to satisfy my sore throat (goes with all of our housing issues) and sweet tooth. Well, I'm contemplating this ice cream cone thing. After all, how smart is it to get an ice cream CONE when I still have to LOAD all of those cans of soda into my car. What will I do with the ice cream cone? The very nice cashier lady tells me that they do not have ice cream &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cones &lt;/span&gt;but I can get an ice cream &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cup. &lt;/span&gt;SPLENDID. This solves all the problems I'm hashing out in my head. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt; The nice cashier gave me the most for my $0.97 and filled the cup about 3-4 inches past the brim. My cup overfloweth with ice cream  (and yes, I used my debit card for this purchase, which is a later problem) Now I am sorta back to square one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I head out the doors and into the blazing sun with my cart of diet sodas, my ice cream-- which is now melting rapidly, my purse, and my Sonic that I went into Sam's with (yes, I came out double-fisting). It's a long trek to my car. The whole way there I'm wondering how I'm going to load my groceries with one hand when I can't lift the pop at all with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;one hand. I'm thinking I can set the ice cream down on the pavement, well it's windy (hello, it's Oklahoma!), and I would risk my ice cream blowing over. Well, I worked too hard to get this little treat and that cannot happen. I seriously was stressing out about this.  By the time I get to my car, I must have this frazzled look on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful cart-collector boy strolls up like he is going to save my day, or what's left of my ice cream. He tells me not to worry about my groceries and to just start my car and he'll load everything, so I can take care of the ice cream soup I'm about to have. Apparently, I looked like a damsel in distress with ice cream melting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all over me&lt;/span&gt;. I am a little wary about getting into my car with this much of a problem. Chase will think I trashed my car (and I'm trying to prove that I can keep a clean car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a brainiac idea comes to me... I'll kneel down and scoop some of the ice cream out so it's not so full, and then it will quit dripping. Well, that's great except I'm about 20 degrees and 5 minutes too late for that. It's already melted a lot and so I am kneeling next to my car (in my skirt) and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shoveling &lt;/span&gt;ice cream into my mouth since that's the best solution I have come up with at this point. I never once thought that I'd be kneeling in public, in a skirt, just to get the ice cream down my throat, QUICKLY. I paused for the briefest of moments when the nice fellow came around the side of the car to put the toilet paper in my back seat. He made some comment about how he should tell my husband what I am doing. As embarrassed as I am, I stand up and try to recoup this whole melting situation. Just in time to drop a load of ice cream down my skirt. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely&lt;/span&gt;. I mean where are your friends when you need them. When I really want to laugh about some absurd situation, where are your friends. Then again, had my friends been there, I may not have been in that predicament. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nice fella' loaded all my groceries, proceeded to help the crazy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ice cream lady &lt;/span&gt;get herself off the parking lot and quit shoveling ice cream in to make some comment about helping people load groceries as a summer job to get tips for school. Well, that's the icing on my cake. I just paid for a $0.97 ice cream cone with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;debit card. &lt;/span&gt;I have no cash, so I ignore the comment and go on about the ice cream melting all over me. Let me just say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had I had cash, he probably would've gotten a hefty tip. &lt;/span&gt;I mean how many people would help a distressed looking lady just so she can squat in the parking lot and eat her ice cream. I am pretty sure this guy was thinking this white girl has some serious problems, not to mention that she's holding her skirt down from the wind in between her knees while ice cream is dripping down her hands, up her arms, and on her shoes. Let's be honest, he may not have even wanted my money because more than likely it'd be covered in ice cream and sticky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there was a slight dip in my pride levels today. I may never get ice cream again at Sam's, or do it in the winter time. I just hope I never run into that fellow again, for good reasons! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3618666415433822567?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3618666415433822567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-there-was-dip-in-pride-levels-today.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3618666415433822567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3618666415433822567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-there-was-dip-in-pride-levels-today.html' title='And there was a dip in pride levels today'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4427273463109851733</id><published>2010-06-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T07:53:24.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJJgjX4z4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gkFaYMWt04M/s1600/P1010947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJJgjX4z4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gkFaYMWt04M/s320/P1010947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481524520063389570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I just tell you how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much &lt;/span&gt;I love this guy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a little overwhelmed with the thought that we have been married for 9 months (tomorrow). It just seems like it has flown by (overall). Any of you that know us, know that it has not been a boring 9 months, and we still have 3 to go. I am somewhat nervous! Let's recap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJLKpOkbII/AAAAAAAAAG4/QV636TAklWY/s1600/hend-751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJLKpOkbII/AAAAAAAAAG4/QV636TAklWY/s320/hend-751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526342701051010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;September 12th - we got married &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the power went out at our reception.&lt;/span&gt; Our honeymoon was in Hawaii. We loved it, but our flight was about 8-10 hours delayed, and we found this out once we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got &lt;/span&gt;to the airport. Fun times were had by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Things mellowed out for a while until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I rear ended a truck&lt;/span&gt; (with a huge trailer hitch). This was my first accident too. Then  Christmas time came and we were hit with a huge snowstorm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJLlSVbfCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p468AmnyFEc/s1600/P1010946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJLlSVbfCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/p468AmnyFEc/s320/P1010946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481526800412277794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;And down below we have the great ice storm of 2010, which was accompanied by our furnace breaking. WE HAVE GREAT LUCK.  I like to look at it more like little obstacles from God. We definitely have had our laughs over these past 9 months. We've endured hail storms, orbital blow out fractures, just about anything you could imagine to go wrong with a house HAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Let me just tell you...... I LOVE BEING MARRIED and I LOVE CHASE! I just completely adore him! He is so sweet and sincere. He is never one to let me down or keep me from laughing. He definitely knows how to put a smile on my face. How can you not love that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJNtgZYkLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ULo8AqrPwaE/s1600/P1010843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBJNtgZYkLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ULo8AqrPwaE/s320/P1010843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481529140649169074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXnmpZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NFmPLZhrtrY/s320/P1020153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258559387330930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, Neko and Max &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXnMpVC8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2GuJPtENPoU/s1600/P1020151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXnMpVC8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/2GuJPtENPoU/s320/P1020151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258552407690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this girl. She's amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXmuINHRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pllhwsYU1LE/s1600/P1020155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXmuINHRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pllhwsYU1LE/s320/P1020155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258544215694610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, gang's all here- after a long weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXlp0d3yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xBZIXytDtVY/s1600/P1020141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXlp0d3yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xBZIXytDtVY/s320/P1020141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258525879295778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone knows Tater, this is SO solemn of him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXlN4sADI/AAAAAAAAAGA/plUSt7ajeQE/s1600/P1020148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXlN4sADI/AAAAAAAAAGA/plUSt7ajeQE/s320/P1020148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481258518380806194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;Tater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chase was so brave, and he didn't cry, that he deserved a whole post dedicated to him and his injury. Here are a couple more pictures of our trip back home, unfortunately, none of them were taken &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;the great hit of 2010. Excuse our looks in any of these pictures, as you can imagine, we endured a lot! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-552020013347090200?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/552020013347090200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/yup-neko-and-max-love-each-other-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/552020013347090200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/552020013347090200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/yup-neko-and-max-love-each-other-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFXnmpZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NFmPLZhrtrY/s72-c/P1020153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-1906315527253922855</id><published>2010-06-10T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:16:17.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFUSNPn-dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/48UOE-qNvMI/s1600/P1020158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFUSNPn-dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/48UOE-qNvMI/s320/P1020158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481254893256178130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if he &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;wants to go back to Illinois, can you blame him? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what my wonderful, sweet, amazing husband endured in Illinois. I am proud to say that he did stand up to the phrase, "There's NO crying in baseball." Chase took one for the team, and let me tell you-- it was a nasty one. This is a couple days later and it doesn't look SO bad. This is an orbital blowout fracture, which was endured by the baseball that Chase's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;father-in-law&lt;/span&gt; hit right back to him, with a slight hop and some nasty top-spin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am happy to report that Chase is healing quite well. He is very colorful, I might add. He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endured  &lt;/span&gt;a 14-hour car ride with me driving him back to Oklahoma. Thankfully, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my first rodeo, and I'd made the LONG drive many times before. We cut our trip short so we could get him back to the eye doctor and ENT specialist to make sure he really was going to be okay. God was definitely watching over Chase when he got hit. He doesn't have to have surgery and his eye sight is fine. He will be very colorful for a while, but it'll heal on it's own. I might add that I get a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot &lt;/span&gt;of strange looks from people in public. I am waiting for the Department of Human Services to show up on my door step any day now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are okay with joking about this subject a little bit more now that we know he is okay. I should probably add that my dad does NOT hate this wonderful husband of mine, and he feels absolutely awful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's no place like home, right.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-1906315527253922855?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/1906315527253922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-no-place-like-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/1906315527253922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/1906315527253922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/TBFUSNPn-dI/AAAAAAAAAF4/48UOE-qNvMI/s72-c/P1020158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-8449978757562561944</id><published>2010-05-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:18:30.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBiC5T8BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtFqFgJZKtg/s1600/P1020074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBiC5T8BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtFqFgJZKtg/s320/P1020074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472086337892118546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the size of hail we received... after it had melted an hour or two later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBhVcMv7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CK7z67Ipefo/s1600/P1020096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBhVcMv7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/CK7z67Ipefo/s320/P1020096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472086325690417074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even to begin the coverage of what our house looked like when we got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBhECgCdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xkgCxgeF9sw/s1600/P1020092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBhECgCdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/xkgCxgeF9sw/s320/P1020092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472086321019226578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking in my car from the sun roof....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBgZZkX_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/5jdb11lZQ_8/s1600/P1020079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBgZZkX_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/5jdb11lZQ_8/s320/P1020079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472086309573255154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the back of my car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my storm stories just keep getting better, according to mom! Oklahoma got another storm system through today. Rotation, but no tornado. You would think with the damages at our house, we had endured a tornado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home to the back windshield and sunroof completely knocked out with the hail. My front windshield was all cracked and spider-webbed. After we got over the shock of what my car looked like, we realized that we had more fish to fry. Our living room and kitchen windows were knocked out by hail. We had a huge mess on our hands to clean up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a work in progress now. Hello Monday!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-8449978757562561944?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/8449978757562561944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/storm-stories.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8449978757562561944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8449978757562561944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/storm-stories.html' title='Storm Stories'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S_DBiC5T8BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WtFqFgJZKtg/s72-c/P1020074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-631792026277718339</id><published>2010-05-11T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:42:09.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're never too little to have fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oUXkfX3OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ka7o2DPTyH8/s1600/P1020073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oUXkfX3OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ka7o2DPTyH8/s320/P1020073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470207092559699170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just makes me think of the movie "Hatari." If you haven't seen it, there's this hilarious scene with ostriches. They were fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oUGxvMoII/AAAAAAAAAFI/tvQyO6sAc7w/s1600/P1020070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oUGxvMoII/AAAAAAAAAFI/tvQyO6sAc7w/s320/P1020070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470206804057956482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As strange as this sounds, and as crazy as you think I am... There is nothing more graceful than a giraffe. I don't know how, or why, but they are so elegant in their moves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oT2ys1UQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6vz8U1-LkWc/s1600/P1020066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oT2ys1UQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6vz8U1-LkWc/s320/P1020066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470206529438568706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who knew peacocks were this cool? I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did &lt;/span&gt;know that the feathers made great decorations and a great theme for our wedding! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase and I graced the Oklahoma City Zoo as a surprise date before he left for Davis. Unfortunately, I love to guess surprises and happened to get this one right, but he maintained his dignity and the surprise by lying and saying that wasn't where we were going. I knew better (because I'd had the same idea for a date, but he got to do his date first). We had a great day, and it was wonderful weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God created the Heavens and the Earth.." I just was in amazement at these magnificent creatures that we saw, and that's not even a touch on the surface of everything God created. It just blows my mind. Much less Adam, naming all of these animals. Can you imagine being Noah and his family and being on the ark with all of these. Praying that all ____ doesn't break loose between the whole animal kingdom, and their spouse. I just had such a great time at the zoo. We took our time, and took in the beauty and originality of all the creatures. We distinguished the difference between male and female peacocks (yes, that was my lesson for Chase), the difference between grizzly bears and brown/black bears (Also, my lesson to him. I thought it'd be useful before Montana this summer). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, the trip was even completed with a stick of PINK cotton candy, and sadly no pictures of us. I was too enthralled with the beauty of all the animals! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-631792026277718339?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/631792026277718339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-never-too-little-to-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/631792026277718339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/631792026277718339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-never-too-little-to-have-fun.html' title='You&apos;re never too little to have fun...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oUXkfX3OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ka7o2DPTyH8/s72-c/P1020073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-8311255504802984828</id><published>2010-05-11T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:34:08.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTdaL7_yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kL9l-x9RkBM/s1600/P1020046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTdaL7_yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kL9l-x9RkBM/s320/P1020046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470206093361413922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squinty eyes, but regardless- our first Easter as a married couple. And yes, we both got each other something (the night before). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTMujT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CdJB7O9b4cY/s1600/P1020047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTMujT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CdJB7O9b4cY/s320/P1020047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470205806770383394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking... the purse does look good with Dad's outfit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTE7wD4XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KwrlTNK7Ro4/s1600/P1020045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTE7wD4XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/KwrlTNK7Ro4/s320/P1020045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470205672874566002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not the best picture I have ever taken... the sun was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;bright on that early, Easter morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Easter weekend, Chase and I met my parents in Kansas City. We hadn't seen them since the last time we all met in Kansas City, which was Thanksgiving weekend. Notice a trend there?! It's our halfway point (a little longer drive for my parents and a little shorter drive for us), since the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full &lt;/span&gt;13 hours is just not manageable in a weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-8311255504802984828?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/8311255504802984828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8311255504802984828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8311255504802984828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oTdaL7_yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kL9l-x9RkBM/s72-c/P1020046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2893843618017721216</id><published>2010-05-11T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:29:37.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Miscellaneous Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oR3DincbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C4vwO3YbhXM/s1600/P1020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oR3DincbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C4vwO3YbhXM/s320/P1020063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470204334935863730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; longer allowed to cut his hair, even with supervision. He decided to buzz his head and it was looking pretty good. I fixed the couple spots he missed and he was looking good to go. Well, he decided to go over it just one more time... The guard fell off the razor as his head was tipped upside down over the trash can (yes, he's very respectful for not getting loose hairs on my floor). This was the outcome. Tragically, he had to shave the rest to match. I am proud to report though, that it's growing back quite quickly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oRfr6N4AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2N4HEV_pLws/s1600/P1020052.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oRfr6N4AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2N4HEV_pLws/s320/P1020052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203933455409154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this was our first candlelit dinner... and I ate out of a tupperware bowl because the rest of my regular bowls were in the dishwasher... Can you say romance?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oRThgI3XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XMA5uveEldo/s1600/P1020042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oRThgI3XI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XMA5uveEldo/s320/P1020042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203724503244146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is just rough for this little puppy.... He was tuckered from chewing out all of the stuffing and took a nap, while his momma cleaned up the mess he so kindly made for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2893843618017721216?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2893843618017721216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/warning-miscellaneous-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2893843618017721216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2893843618017721216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/warning-miscellaneous-post.html' title='Warning! Miscellaneous Post'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oR3DincbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/C4vwO3YbhXM/s72-c/P1020063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7256588855185445434</id><published>2010-05-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:23:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ8-nrCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LIRQZ0Zrdf4/s1600/P1020038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ8-nrCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LIRQZ0Zrdf4/s320/P1020038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203337182480626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ7mC0GWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sTtJdignCI0/s1600/P1020037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ7mC0GWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/sTtJdignCI0/s320/P1020037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203313405565282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ6zqJ6QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ePEyXxzI9PU/s1600/P1020031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ6zqJ6QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ePEyXxzI9PU/s320/P1020031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203299880364290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ6csmztI/AAAAAAAAADw/zwWJoyEA2k0/s1600/P1020034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ6csmztI/AAAAAAAAADw/zwWJoyEA2k0/s320/P1020034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470203293716631250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a little old, but here are some more pictures from Tyler and Rissa's visit! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7256588855185445434?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7256588855185445434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-break-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7256588855185445434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7256588855185445434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-break-2.html' title='Spring Break #2'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S-oQ8-nrCPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LIRQZ0Zrdf4/s72-c/P1020038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7901799433868446213</id><published>2010-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T14:36:48.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Spring Time</title><content type='html'>So this is a walk down memory lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first summer that I stayed in Oklahoma, I lived in my apartment at OC with my roommate Kate. We always had a blast together, and there were many laughs to be shared. Well, we are both extremely heavy sleepers! One night we were abruptly awoken by our phase manager/babysitter yelling at us both in our rooms. We had slept through her ringing the doorbell, which caused her to come in and scream at us. Well, little did we know, we were also sleeping through the tornado siren. The first thing she's shouting at us is "You've got to get out of here now and get to DAH" Well, when you're &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; asleep, you wake in a full panic when there's a tornado about to head your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are both extremely brilliant ladies, we roll out of our beds and run out the door and head for DAH, which is the underground building on campus. Neither of us thought to grab our room keys, shoes, jackets, etc. You name it, and we forgot it. We took off RUNNING across a huge empty field for the safety of this building. Anyone who has gone to OC knows that the tornado siren is &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; on campus. We endure powerful wind gusts, hail, pelting rain through this treck of ours. We are holding hands running for our lives for safety. Well, I happen to run over/through the smallest little shrub, which happens to be the ONLY thing in this massive, empty field on OC. I don't have my contacts in, and if I had been smart enough to grab my glasses, it wouldn't have mattered since they don't have little windshield wipers on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate and I made it to safety.... Long story just to say that last night officially started spring in OKC. Well, I drove to the safety of my in-laws with both wet, muddy dogs in my back seat (yes I am now in need of a car detail) without my husband, who happens to still be in Davis. I just wanted to say, that I miss running from tornados with Kate. They just aren't as fun any other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures! I promise, it's on my to-do list for tonight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7901799433868446213?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7901799433868446213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/oklahoma-spring-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7901799433868446213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7901799433868446213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/oklahoma-spring-time.html' title='Oklahoma Spring Time'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-168092012012501923</id><published>2010-05-05T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:41:09.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lack of title pretty much sums up this blog. I don't have anything exciting going on. I don't think ya'll want to hear about the bugs that are dying around my house because Chase's grandpa has sprayed (God bless him). I'm surviving my first week with Chase in Davis. I'm becoming sleep deprvied, no thanks to our &lt;em&gt;alarm system&lt;/em&gt;. I guess I'll tell you that story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little background- Chase and I live in a quaint, nice neighborhood in Oklahoma City. It's pretty quiet, except around rushhour (thanks to Chesapeake). Well, there are rent houses all down our street, which makes for new neighbors frequently. Well, we got some questionable ones next door and the sweetest old lady across the street. We call her Cricket, no clue what her real name is (should probably put that on my list to find out). So back to last night... My alarm system starts going off. It is so loud and annoying and it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh! By alarm system, I mean Max and Tater. Max is a chocolate lab (mix) and Tater is a blue heeler. Tater gets down from the bed and starts barking and growling at our back door (which is in our bedroom, happy day!). Max barks and growls from the comfort of my bed. Well, I of course freak out. Dogs have good intuitions, so I knew they had a reason to bark. I'm hoping and praying it's an animal, preferrably a small one. I find my glasses, quietly in case someone is lurking outside my window. I look to see if there are any shadows moving across the deck, coast looks clear. I call Chase. I just wanted him on the phone while I was about to open the door to the "hairy, scary monster." After all, I needed a witness. Why not have one 2 hours away that cis pretty much helpless, and doesn't remember talking to me last night. I did feel better having him on the phone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door to let the guard dogs out. They just go running into the darkness. I lock the door, with them running in the back yard at 1 am, run to the bathroom and return. I let them back in, fight with Tater to get him to come back in and re-lock the door. I say good night to Chase (again) and curl back up in my bed. Keep in mind, I said my prayers before bedtime and I started saying them all over. I'm sure I sounded like a little kid who thought a monster was under their bed. I know God understands and appreciates me coming to him in my time of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wake up again at 3 due to Tater's whining! Yes. It's like having a newborn. He gets up every couple of hours and whines (which is the most horrific sound a dog can make, especially him). So I decide to let him out and leave him. After all, I have an outside alarm system now along with the one that's curled up in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I plan on crashing, in my husband's arms and sleeping so heavy! Until then, I should probably get back to work (or day dream about taking a nap).... I hope everyone else slept better than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-168092012012501923?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/168092012012501923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/lack-of-title-pretty-much-sums-up-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/168092012012501923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/168092012012501923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/05/lack-of-title-pretty-much-sums-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-2324837472201267888</id><published>2010-04-27T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:09:48.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLACKER</title><content type='html'>Ok, I promise, PROMISE that I will post something exciting, updated, and full of pictures SOON! We've been a little busy, and by a little- I mean A LOT! Here's a brief glimpse of what's been going on in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I just finished my first Beth Moore bible study. It was Daniel and I LOVED it! If you haven't done it, do it! It's so great! I learned so much!&lt;br /&gt;- Chase got a new job, which is GREAT! Unfortunately, his training program is 8 weeks long and not in OKC. He moves to Davis, OK Sunday, so that's why we are absent in the blogging community (not like I'm around on a normal day). We're soaking up last couple of days, and have a lot of stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;- Jillian's sorta ruling my life with her 30 Day Shred. Update, I haven't done it everyday. Up until this week though, we were doing really well. See reason above as to why that has gone down hill&lt;br /&gt;- Lost. I sorta got my husband obsessed with Lost. I was caught up on the seasons; however, he was not. We started on Season 1. Well we are on Season 3. He is having dreams about it. I love that he likes the show so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some pretty sad reasons for being a &lt;em&gt;slacker&lt;/em&gt;, but they are my reasons. Take it or leave it. I do promise to post some pictures (which I have a lot I haven't posted) and some exciting stories (well maybe exciting, who knows) sometime by the end of the week! Deal? Deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-2324837472201267888?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/2324837472201267888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/04/slacker.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2324837472201267888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/2324837472201267888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/04/slacker.html' title='SLACKER'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-6038498770765843395</id><published>2010-04-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:33:06.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Shred</title><content type='html'>So, I decided that I am going to COMMITT to the 30 Day Shred. I had NO clue what it was, but kept hearing of people that got "shredded." Well, I guess I decided it would be my turn. The 30 Day Shred is a workout DVD by Jillian Michaels (Biggest Loser trainer for those of you who don't have a clue who she is). Well, I have a feeling that I will be owned by Jillian tonight. I thought if I blogged about it, I would definitely HAVE to do it, no excuses, because someone may ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I was going to get up this morning and do the work out. Ok people, I struggle with being the "morning" person that I am now, but adding a work out at 6 am just was NOT happening. I'm sorry. I guess I'd rather be a night owl than a morning person. I'm just not one of THOSE people, but yes, I married one. He's great and makes me perkier in the morning, but 7 months of being married and I haven't quite transformed into the great morning person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the 30 Day Shred begins tonight. Keep in mind, I may not do it every day since Chase and I got a gym membership and I ran 3 miles yesterday. I'd like to keep that up, and don't want my body to COMPLETELY vote me off the island. I plan on doing the shred about 4-5 times a week. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-6038498770765843395?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/6038498770765843395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-day-shred.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6038498770765843395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/6038498770765843395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-day-shred.html' title='30 Day Shred'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-7615866252573210384</id><published>2010-03-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:15:39.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GalOKsdzI/AAAAAAAAADo/DgNt0m5VJdY/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GalOKsdzI/AAAAAAAAADo/DgNt0m5VJdY/s320/018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806988343801650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GakrxeqJI/AAAAAAAAADg/DAYqbBKNtFw/s1600-h/053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GakrxeqJI/AAAAAAAAADg/DAYqbBKNtFw/s320/053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806979111233682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GakW8x7eI/AAAAAAAAADY/_1ztyLMSyoQ/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GakW8x7eI/AAAAAAAAADY/_1ztyLMSyoQ/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806973521489378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaUstIaKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_LRudPsbwLU/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaUstIaKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_LRudPsbwLU/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806704483526818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaUWWA6NI/AAAAAAAAADI/gLI9tXnkt10/s1600-h/1-22-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaUWWA6NI/AAAAAAAAADI/gLI9tXnkt10/s320/1-22-92.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806698480986322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaTsacUrI/AAAAAAAAADA/k5Ayy23MkIQ/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaTsacUrI/AAAAAAAAADA/k5Ayy23MkIQ/s320/027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806687225270962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaTBE0W4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/aOQSsTM7mjk/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaTBE0W4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/aOQSsTM7mjk/s320/033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806675591846786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaSx4vD-I/AAAAAAAAACw/we3wze5rzzE/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GaSx4vD-I/AAAAAAAAACw/we3wze5rzzE/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449806671514636258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I stumbled across these pictures on my lap top and thought they were too good to pass up. Nothing like a blast from the past!!! I think these pictures speak for themselves! P.S. the guy with the black hair is in fact my father! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-7615866252573210384?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/7615866252573210384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7615866252573210384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/7615866252573210384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GalOKsdzI/AAAAAAAAADo/DgNt0m5VJdY/s72-c/018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-1634429269222865164</id><published>2010-03-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:09:17.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Must Love Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GYxfPOHjI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWmYBJQC68U/s1600-h/24094_506115381578_301700059_156398_2968583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GYxfPOHjI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWmYBJQC68U/s320/24094_506115381578_301700059_156398_2968583_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449805000061361714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that face.... So I am making up for my absences with two posts in one night, all while watching a movie and failing to get my NEW sewing machine set up. I'm trying to make a baby shower present (which is on Saturday). Don't worry, I have a back up present if I can't outsmart this piece of technology. Chase will probably be thinking that I favor Max (the dog above) more than Tater (the dog that isn't posted) but I couldn't get Tater's picture to load without being blurry... so I opted out of it. Hope you're all having a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-1634429269222865164?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/1634429269222865164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-love-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/1634429269222865164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/1634429269222865164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/must-love-dogs.html' title='Must Love Dogs'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GYxfPOHjI/AAAAAAAAACo/QWmYBJQC68U/s72-c/24094_506115381578_301700059_156398_2968583_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-4797403383508479448</id><published>2010-03-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:02:36.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4-wheeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rissa'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GXdij086I/AAAAAAAAACg/V3al1w2srt4/s1600-h/24094_506115426488_301700059_156407_5283102_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GXdij086I/AAAAAAAAACg/V3al1w2srt4/s320/24094_506115426488_301700059_156407_5283102_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449803557844087714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GXV2ZLCgI/AAAAAAAAACY/2ibfj-TMaHQ/s1600-h/24094_506115416508_301700059_156405_1587437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GXV2ZLCgI/AAAAAAAAACY/2ibfj-TMaHQ/s320/24094_506115416508_301700059_156405_1587437_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449803425729153538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW2rh1YLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xVhrQsMMru0/s1600-h/24094_506115401538_301700059_156402_3003754_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW2rh1YLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xVhrQsMMru0/s320/24094_506115401538_301700059_156402_3003754_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449802890236747954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW2AyURvI/AAAAAAAAACI/v36u_jrl6QU/s1600-h/24094_506115386568_301700059_156399_1596243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW2AyURvI/AAAAAAAAACI/v36u_jrl6QU/s320/24094_506115386568_301700059_156399_1596243_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449802878763157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW12JExeI/AAAAAAAAACA/R3OeFOQHx04/s1600-h/P1020028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW12JExeI/AAAAAAAAACA/R3OeFOQHx04/s320/P1020028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449802875905820130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW1AlSDII/AAAAAAAAAB4/D546Ao4YJ4s/s1600-h/P1020025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW1AlSDII/AAAAAAAAAB4/D546Ao4YJ4s/s320/P1020025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449802861528616066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW0tL5H_I/AAAAAAAAABw/7J54rEsC4U8/s1600-h/P1020016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GW0tL5H_I/AAAAAAAAABw/7J54rEsC4U8/s320/P1020016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449802856321851378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ell, it happens to be spring break everywhere, but to those in the working world. You really realize how much you appreciated college when you are graduated and don't get those special holidays off. Chase and I didn't have a spring break, but LUCKILY Tyler and Rissa had one. They chose to come to Oklahoma for their break over Montana. I know this was a very tough decision for them, but hopefully we gave them a good time and they enjoyed their trip because we LOVED having them here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started their visit with a trip to Ripley, OK for some four-wheeling Sunday afternoon. I am so glad we chose to go the first day they were here. We had the best weather for it. It was not too cold by any means and it didn't rain. The rest of the week was a little sketchy. We took two 4-wheelers, 4 turkey sandwiches, some water bottles, and 1 roll of toilet paper (or "butt wipe" as Gigi calls it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can't figure out how to get my pictures below on my post. (I'm still new at this, sorry). I hope everyone who was blessed enough to have a spring break enjoyed it. There were many of us who were less fortunate and longed for a week off from work, life, everything! Just a break.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-4797403383508479448?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/4797403383508479448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4797403383508479448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/4797403383508479448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S6GXdij086I/AAAAAAAAACg/V3al1w2srt4/s72-c/24094_506115426488_301700059_156407_5283102_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-730666312799920843</id><published>2010-03-01T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:57:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneous Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I went home Friday from work with the expectations of doing nothing much besides lounging around the house and getting some necessary laundry done. Chase and I have been trying to plan a weekend to see our friends, Christina and Ian. They live in Arkansas. Well, we never seem to be available on the same weekends. We were looking into April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Christina called me Friday night while her and Ian were out to dinner and asked what we were doing this weekend and if we were up for some company. So about 8pm Christina and Ian packed and left Searcy, Arkansas to head west to Oklahoma City. Who says married couples aren't spontaneous. I had this strange thought all weekend... we would have never made that happen if any of us had kids. I guess that's when spontaneity goes out the window!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed awake until about 1:30 waiting on Christina and Ian. We let our three dogs play together. Well, none of us got much sleep Friday night/early Saturday morning because Max (our dog) and Layla (their dog) decided that they were inseparable and they whined. ALL NIGHT. We finally got around Saturday morning and it was GORGEOUS outside. We took the dogs to the dog park and we stopped by the humane society to look at the puppies (for Christina and Ian's sake). I spent the rest of the weekend trying to convince Chase that a puppy isn't really what we need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great, spontaneous weekend. Saturday is the big arrival of Tyler and Rissa and I can NOT wait! A little bit of home in Oklahoma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-730666312799920843?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/730666312799920843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spontaneous-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/730666312799920843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/730666312799920843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spontaneous-weekend.html' title='Spontaneous Weekend'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3785451517440295049</id><published>2010-02-22T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:02:53.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Chase and I did a whole lot of.... NOTHING! It was fabulous! Friday night we got some furniture from his parents house, which resulted in the moving out of our loveseat and moving in of these two chairs. It then resulted in moving our living room around into any and every conceivable notion that we could make the furniture blend and fit into the existing space. Needless to say, we accomplished that task. Chase is the one to give the credit to. He came up with this arrangement (and I think it works pretty well!). We've been testing it all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we continued our subdued weekend with no big plans. Painting of some nails, he hung out with his friends, etc. We saw Shutter Island-- not half bad for a psychological thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I confirmed my love for my husband and watched ALL of Lonesome Dove. To some of you, this may seem like another western movie, but it's not... It's 6 hours of western movies! That's how much I love my husband- 6 hours worth (well, probably more but I quit counting after the movie). Lonesome Dove actually didn't disappoint. It had some action, some comedy, some romance. Of course, I cried in the movie and Chase laughed. Who cries at a western anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started off Monday with me being sick. Under the weather and sick of this weather. Where is the Oklahoma mild winters, where it's 60 degrees in February. I'm missing it! On a side note, Ty and Rissa are coming to visit in less than 2 weeks. We just cannot be more excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3785451517440295049?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3785451517440295049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3785451517440295049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3785451517440295049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-3473977263138514463</id><published>2010-02-14T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:09:34.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ic9BV-KdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gqsag0MvHJs/s1600-h/P1020010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ic9BV-KdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gqsag0MvHJs/s320/P1020010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438269122196416978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ic8jlzwwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0TKvFypbsg0/s1600-h/P1020009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ic8jlzwwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0TKvFypbsg0/s320/P1020009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438269114209780482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our abode has been under constant construction/projects lately! We've been moving furniture around and trying to get new looks. It's tough when you only have 1100 sq. ft. to move furniture around to. We've put a lot out in the garage-thankfully we have that extra space! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler and Rissa are coming to visit in less than a month and we couldn't be more than excited for that! We have re-decorated and re-arranged our guest bedroom. I'm excited to have someone come and stay in it. Above are the pictures of what it looks like now, minus the red laundry bag. I'm working on getting caught up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note... We went to some junk furniture places this weekend and bought some things for projects. I'm in a crafty mode and we bought this huge chunk of wood (for a lack of better words) that I plan on salvaging and repurposing it into a table... News on that project will come later on. Another project that I need some help on (RISSA) is this picture. I saw it in a furniture store and loved it... What do ya'll think? I'm also needing someone's art/painting skills. Rissa, I thought you would need something to do when you were in OKC! Of course, I'm thinking this picture but on a smaller scale. Is it achievable? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3idylfr-jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tTbxa3pcWB0/s1600-h/P1020013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3idylfr-jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tTbxa3pcWB0/s320/P1020013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438270042433911346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, we got creative with displaying pictures! We have a limited number of frames and got creative on how to show our wonderful pictures that aren't in frames (because there are so many). We really like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ieZq8efXI/AAAAAAAAABE/X8Emyh7gfT0/s1600-h/P1020014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ieZq8efXI/AAAAAAAAABE/X8Emyh7gfT0/s320/P1020014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438270713911737714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ieZB3xptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IEgpYDpUjKk/s1600-h/P1020015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ieZB3xptI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IEgpYDpUjKk/s320/P1020015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438270702886168274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-3473977263138514463?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/3473977263138514463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3473977263138514463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/3473977263138514463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ic9BV-KdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gqsag0MvHJs/s72-c/P1020010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5921357012985242956</id><published>2010-02-14T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:57:51.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Texas weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib6wyXx6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sCvQ0wwLFUM/s1600-h/P1020005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib6wyXx6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sCvQ0wwLFUM/s320/P1020005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438267983880767394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib6TUVGFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Vg1TexP7Zs/s1600-h/P1020006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib6TUVGFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Vg1TexP7Zs/s320/P1020006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438267975970134098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib50OWDrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FoUuujVcrYg/s1600-h/P1020001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib50OWDrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FoUuujVcrYg/s320/P1020001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438267967623532210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5921357012985242956?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5921357012985242956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-from-texas-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5921357012985242956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5921357012985242956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-from-texas-weekend.html' title='Pictures from Texas weekend'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S3ib6wyXx6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/sCvQ0wwLFUM/s72-c/P1020005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-8547341439835422695</id><published>2010-02-12T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:45:25.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas weekend'/><title type='text'>Random Weekly Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, last weekend we headed to Dallas for Paycom's (Chase's employer) Christmas party... I know, Christmas parties in February-- that's what happens when you deal with money and have all sorts of year-end and tax issues.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We left OKC and headed for Dallas Friday night. We spent the night with his grandparents. We went to eat at Hook, Line, and Sinker Saturday morning for some fried catfish. We then headed to spend some time at Northpark Shopping Center. After we parted from his grandparents, we headed to the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine, TX. This is a resort that the party was at. We got a great hotel room for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The holiday party started with a Casino night. We got $3000 of "casino" money. We play Blackjack and Craps. We ended up liking Craps, which sounds kinda funny typing it out. We came out ahead too. We ended up with $3100. Vegas here we come! After the casino ended, we were ushered in for a buffet dinner, which was great! We watched some of Chase's fellow employees get hypnotized. That was interesting! I may have considered if I hadn't been a guest, or in a dress. Did you know that an hour of hypnotism is the equivalent of 8 hours of sleep? Sounds like a good way to catch up to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to try to attach some pictures of the event. We didn't take a whole lot, but it's hard to find people to take your picture for you all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tonight is our big Valentine's date. I think it is also combined with our 5 month anniversary. That's right, we've been married 5 months today... Where does all the time go? It does not seem like it's been 5 months. We have some furniture projects going on at our house, so those will follow in some later weekend posts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a great night! (I don't know how to publish pictures on here yet, and I think Chase is waiting on me to exchange presents- yes we can't wait. It's sad) So I will post pictures later, when I figure it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-8547341439835422695?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/8547341439835422695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-weekly-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8547341439835422695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/8547341439835422695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-weekly-events.html' title='Random Weekly Events'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6915234371407150970.post-5639323413832617305</id><published>2010-02-10T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:04:12.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figured we should hop on board...</title><content type='html'>Well, Chase and I have finally joined everyone in the world of blogging. I am sure this first blog will be the toughest to write because I'm not really sure what to write at this exact moment! We are lucky to have some family members close, but others are a ways away. We thought little updates via internet would make us all feel closer! I just hope we have entertaining stories to tell because my life is definitely not as entertaining as some of the blogs I read(Alyson). I need someone to help me with the rules and etiquette of blogging, and how to get neat backgrounds. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should update everyone on our lives and what's been going on for the last few months. We got married September 12th and it will definitely be a day that we'll never forget (for multiple reasons). We went to Maui for our honeymoon and I loved my first trip off the continental U.S. Chase is working at Paycom Payroll as a payroll specialist. I am working for Clark &amp;amp; Mitchell, a medical malpractice law firm. We are living in OKC in our little house with our 2 dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that is all I can think of to write for now... I think I want this first blogging experience to be over! Hope everyone is doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6915234371407150970-5639323413832617305?l=cbhendley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/feeds/5639323413832617305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/figured-we-should-hop-on-board.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5639323413832617305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6915234371407150970/posts/default/5639323413832617305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cbhendley.blogspot.com/2010/02/figured-we-should-hop-on-board.html' title='Figured we should hop on board...'/><author><name>the hendley's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04344245368098356183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhHBUk5KW5Q/S5UlSTfwD7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_l4DuzQtyAs/S220/11048_505596296828_301700092_143917_4260705_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
