<?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-1265890236964325055</id><updated>2012-01-11T07:28:05.127-08:00</updated><category term='Look at my little guy'/><title type='text'>Boyer World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7187662340310095247</id><published>2012-01-10T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:28:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2012</title><content type='html'>By the date of this first entry you are probably reliazing that this year is just as busy if not busyier than last year.&lt;div&gt;School started back up and I was so thrilled. I hate saying that because I love my kids I do but its hard having all five of them home day after day. Wanting to do nothing at all, because school calls it a vacation. So why should they have to even wipe themselves - its their Vacation!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve worked night shift on Christmas so that sucked. The older kids helped me play Santa for the little guy. Then I played Santa for the four older ones alone. Its not a horrible thing to have to do alone - its just one of those things that when you look around and smile, you think............wow I really do love it when my husband and I do want him here at these little times. It seems like there are so few left. The kids are growing up so fast. I listen to some of these stay at home Mom's talking about they cant wait for their husbands to work night shift, or wait for that overtime. Some actually like it when the hubby has to travel for work. Me - I watch the clock and when it turns to 26 after I'm staring at that door waiting for him to come in with the best smile a wife could have. The kids all jump up and hugs are being thrown at him from every direction. It takes all that I have to wait in the back of the line so everyone can get their fill. Then I can get my hug and kiss. I don't understand people. I guess it takes all kinds to make the world go around but its hard to sit next to some of these women when they open their mouths. Either way I know I come home to my own hugs and smiling faces. I love my family, even on THOSE days, Mom's know what I mean :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7187662340310095247?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7187662340310095247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7187662340310095247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7187662340310095247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-2012.html' title='New Year 2012'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8502467286549499919</id><published>2011-12-17T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:31:12.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My kiddos are getting so big! I&amp;#39;m not ready for the next few years. It is great to see them blossom. I love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8502467286549499919?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8502467286549499919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-kiddos-are-getting-so-big-i-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8502467286549499919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8502467286549499919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-kiddos-are-getting-so-big-i-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-181576352774768844</id><published>2011-11-22T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:39:24.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On our way to the Doc again. I feel like I live there! Steve has to work on Thanksgiving. It sucks but he will be home that night so we are going to do it late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-181576352774768844?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/181576352774768844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-our-way-to-doc-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/181576352774768844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/181576352774768844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-our-way-to-doc-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4623825682362943249</id><published>2011-11-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:50:22.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies</title><content type='html'>My son is obsessed with Boobies! The other night he said I like your boobies..and smiled and laughed. I asked him why he liked Mommies boobies and he "cause their nice, mama". Hahahahahaha he has been asking about boys and girls and why girls have boobies and why boys don't. He wants to know why he has nipples and how Daddy has nipples too. :) These questions have been going on for a few weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so weird how Something we all seem to know about and forget how curious we all once were when we were trying to figure it all out. His facial expressions when he seems to have made a connection, days later when he will repeat exactly what you said only this time he gets it. Its like seeing the light bulb bought, installed, and then shine bright. Remarkable and Entertaining :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4623825682362943249?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4623825682362943249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/boobies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4623825682362943249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4623825682362943249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/boobies.html' title='Boobies'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3948672716129849130</id><published>2011-11-01T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:03:18.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>Halloween is always fun with the kids. Chase was a teenager (a parents worst nightmare - he informed us), Will was a dead wrestler, bleeding from his face, Angela was a flower child, Mia was a witch, and Hunter was a fire truck man! That's what he says when you ask him what he is. They got so much candy its not even funny. &amp;nbsp;I could gain 10 lbs in one day eating it all and not put a dent in it. Its insane. Hunter's costume was lent to us by a friend - it was a one piece suit, The warmest thing I've ever seen and good thing too since there is still snow on the ground from last weekend. The fireman hat is&amp;nbsp;attached&amp;nbsp;to the whole thing like a hoody so he was nice and warm. We trick or treated for about 3 hours, Hunter fell asleep really easy last night poor little guy was so tired. :) They all had a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3948672716129849130?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3948672716129849130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3948672716129849130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3948672716129849130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-584637096631555274</id><published>2011-10-22T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T05:36:40.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>The funeral was - what do you say nice? Grandma died so was it nice? Pretty? I don't know but lots of people are and all of them had wonderful things to say about the woman I called Grandma. She touched so many people. People I had never even heard of came and told their wonderful stories of how she affected them. One lady talked about when she was a child she lived next door and Grandma used to give her cookies and milk when she was locked out of the house, that she once told her what was her favorite cookie and Grandma had it for her the next time and the next..............She was such a good person. She was so special to so many people I'm lucky she was my Grandma. I feel blessed to have had her for a Grandmother. I can only pray that that many people are at my funeral. She is my hero and I didn't know it till she was gone. I love and miss her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-584637096631555274?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/584637096631555274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/584637096631555274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/584637096631555274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3135217897217143138</id><published>2011-10-13T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:31:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Today we are packing, doing all the laundry gettin the car ready. Trying to get the kids to finish all their homework. The school was really good with them leaving, I asked if there was anyway they could get their homework, and they did and ready in the office. No waiting it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Chicago for the first time with anxiety, fear, and sorrow. I have always loved going to see Grandma, this trip I will remember for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3135217897217143138?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3135217897217143138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3135217897217143138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3135217897217143138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-727157986646353761</id><published>2011-10-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:10:28.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't believe she's gone. She was the glue to the family. Without her I don't know whats going to happen. &amp;nbsp;I've had the same dream all night over and over again. I'm at her funeral and I walk up to the casket and I can see her arms, her body but when I go to look at her face I can't. I can't look up and see her face then I'm back at Grandmas house coming down to go to school and she's sitting at the table drinking her coffee just like she was all the time. It didn't matter what time of the morning you got up Grandma was always there. Steve says its my way of dealing with it and once I have come to terms with her death I will have peace. But what if I don't want to come to terms............does it happen over time? Is this something you decide? How long to you mourn the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-727157986646353761?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/727157986646353761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/sadness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/727157986646353761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/727157986646353761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7365521092538086808</id><published>2011-10-12T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T04:14:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Shultz</title><content type='html'>Grandma Shultz passed away in her bed Monday afternoon. I spoke with her last on Saturday. She was hard to understand but she knew who I was and told me she loved me and missed me. I will cherish that last phone call for the rest of my life. Her funeral will be on saturday, she is being cremated. A celebration of her life is being held at her house from 3-6 that day. Even though we all knew it was coming and hospice kept telling us it would be anytime soon I still can't believe she's gone. When I read the text from my Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;"Mama just passed", those words hit you like a ton of bricks, you can't breathe - your eyes swell up instantly with tears and you let out a cry that can't be controlled even if you were to try with every ounce of your being. Then it hits your head - she will never wrap her arms around you again. You will never hear her call you Peanut anymore. The one nickname that stuck through out your life and she was the only one that was allowed to call you that. The fear of picking up the phone to call her and tell her how frieghtened you really are knowing no one is there to answer. All of this happens in the first few seconds you read those words "Mama just passed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7365521092538086808?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7365521092538086808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandma-shultz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7365521092538086808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7365521092538086808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandma-shultz.html' title='Grandma Shultz'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-692665938192955877</id><published>2011-10-04T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:50:13.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Hunter had his 1st field trip. We went to the fire station.  He got to man the hose. He loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-692665938192955877?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/692665938192955877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-hunter-had-his-1st-field-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/692665938192955877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/692665938192955877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-hunter-had-his-1st-field-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5521498104237938197</id><published>2011-09-27T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:47:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok Ok its been awhile..................a long while................. more than a minute...........but I'm back again. So I'll be trying to catch everyone up on whats going on with us. Starting with a horrible event that took place a few weeks ago and we have yet to recover from. It has been the topic of many conversations and crying spells. Blamed for&amp;nbsp;boredom&amp;nbsp;and lack of fun. The kids are just in misery with out their TRAMPOLINE a few weeks back there was a hurricane and the winds made it this far off the coast and we go some. In this part of P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;A you never get anything like that but we did and with our trusty tramp sleeping in the back yard was&amp;nbsp;kidnapped&amp;nbsp;from our back yard and was&amp;nbsp;mangled&amp;nbsp;around several times and ended up in the&amp;nbsp;ravine. Heart broken and teary eyes. every one of the kids said their good byes to our beloved&amp;nbsp;Trampoline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5521498104237938197?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5521498104237938197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5521498104237938197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5521498104237938197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6672867629679002664</id><published>2011-08-31T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:59:04.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of School</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was the first day of school and the kids were so ready to go. They all woke up early, dressed, had lunch's ready and watching the clock. I should of been home enjoying my first day without them but I wasn't. The day before I had my infusion. Now on infusion days I am supposed to lay down and do nothing, the next few days do the same. The process of the meds hitting my body just wipes me out and I have to play catch up - so after my coffee date I just slept and stayed in bed. It was so weird without them here. Hunter cried, and it was kinda hard to watch the bus go away but the hardest part was realizing the boys are one year from High School and the girls 1 year from middle school. Sad how fast the years go. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6672867629679002664?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6672867629679002664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6672867629679002664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6672867629679002664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st day of School'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5447856977836346928</id><published>2011-08-26T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:42:18.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The kids are watching the muppets take manhatten and I know every song in it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5447856977836346928?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5447856977836346928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/kids-are-watching-muppets-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5447856977836346928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5447856977836346928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/kids-are-watching-muppets-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8577137950587361681</id><published>2011-08-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T20:06:12.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riplie</title><content type='html'>Two days ago we brought home 2 rescue cats. One boy - Riplie, and one sister - Daisy. They are both very lovable and sweet cats. They are 5 years old and they are just so cute. Tonight were sitting down starting to watch tv after dinner and the kids rush over, "We think one of the cats is inside the wall, stuck in there", Yeah right I said just kinda laughed and tried to get comfortable, then I hear the drill going - I jump up rush over to the dining room and see Chase standing up on a&amp;nbsp; chair unscrewing the grate for the vent that is on the wall. He opens it we look in, and see nothing. I am thinking that these kids have really just lost it this time when I hear a quiet, yet desperate.......mmmmeeeeoooowwwwww. OMG I jump into action - where is he, are we sure its him - we check the hiding place and only Daisy is there so yup its him all right. I'm short really short so standing on the chair to see inside the vent just nsn't cutting it, so I put Mia on my shoulders give her a flashlight and ask her what she see's. Nothing Nothing Nothing, but the cry from Riplie gets louder. Chase comes running down the stairs - I found her I found her. She's in your bathroom vent. We run upstairs and there's the vent with a tail coming out of it. Then wait where did it go? The tail is gone and a long cry comes from the vent. We were there for almost ten minutes calling her and trying to coax her out. I was out of ideas, the kids wanted me to go rent a jack hammer and open up the floor. Since that wasn't going to happen I did the next best thing. Had Mia run over to my friend / neighbors house. Get her, two heads are better than one and I had no idea what to do. I keep using a mirror to look and see where she was and she isn't getting any closer. Linda comes in and while I'm explaining what is going on there goes the tail again, out and waving around. I look at it look at Linda "Should I pull on it" "yes.yes. yes." I gave a few hard tugs, allowed for her body to turn and come out a quick on and out she came. Put here down and she walked around like it never happened. We made sure the vent was closed this time. Just a regular night here at the Boyer residence. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8577137950587361681?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8577137950587361681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/riplie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8577137950587361681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8577137950587361681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/riplie.html' title='Riplie'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6324181030542786735</id><published>2011-08-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:04:56.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>Every week I have a date. Some weekends&amp;nbsp; its Saturday nights and and other's its Sundays but it comes like clock work every week. My date doesn't care what I'm wearing or if I'm on time. I don't have to put my hair up. I don't pull out my make up. I take my earrings out. I don't have special shoes or a favorite purse to match. My trinkets for the night are much different. My date doesn't care if I'm wearing perfume or if I'm ready. It only cares that I'm there. My trinkets are small but many. They range in color and yes some are fancy, but trinkets they remain. Do you know what trinkets are? Trinkets are things a lady has but doesn't really want. Now every female has trinkets, some different than others but we all have them. My date requests them. My date loves my trinkets or desperately hates them I haven't figured that one out yet. My trinkets come in a blue and white container. They are labeled and sectioned off into two categories. AM or PM. For every day of every week. My trinkets are my pills. And my date is with my Lupus. The pills that keep my wolf at bay are always close to me. No matter how many times I tell myself things are normal in my life, those two times a day comes. Then my lovely date that confirms it. Day after Day..........Week after week............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6324181030542786735?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6324181030542786735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6324181030542786735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6324181030542786735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-176598073713390991</id><published>2011-08-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:22:51.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Out</title><content type='html'>Watching a friends kids today. I find that I really do enjoy helping friends out but sometimes its just so hard to find the means to do it. So I'm excited that I can do it for today. She's helped me out quite a few times that it makes me feel good that I can finally help her out. Getting that warm and fuzzy feeling. Not for long ( you know me :) ) but its there for a moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-176598073713390991?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/176598073713390991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/helping-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/176598073713390991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/176598073713390991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/helping-out.html' title='Helping Out'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5367573464823315325</id><published>2011-08-15T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:51:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>You would think that staying home as a Mom Mondays wouldn't be so bad, right not like at a job you get back in gear and Mondays suck.. Well its the same thing at home! Only you have 5 kids that want to start the week instead of one boss. I have a case of the Mondays............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5367573464823315325?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5367573464823315325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5367573464823315325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5367573464823315325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6685942709311234296</id><published>2011-08-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:54:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Went to another church today. Not exactly what were looking for. Some parts of it are and some aren't. There is no Newlife here. I hate not having a church home. I need that foundation. I know Steve is Lutheran but he doesn't come to church but once a month with his schedule. We've tried out 5 or 6 church's now. Another one next week. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6685942709311234296?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6685942709311234296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6685942709311234296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6685942709311234296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4591060574685075621</id><published>2011-08-11T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:44:43.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy's Quest - Please support it</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Ivy wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I  think that this is a cause worth doing something for. I am not saying  it is the only one. But it is a personal thing for many of us. I get to  enjoy my life because of these heroes. Please, support this cause. Or if  you want join me at the Crossfit where I will be with others in some  fun like you may never have had before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix fbMainStreamAttachment" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:10}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;a class="external UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:41}" href="https://fgb6.rapidgiving.com/frp/fundraise.aspx?pk=W6T78L4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="img" src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=AQBQZ6z0uzrG-jBA&amp;amp;w=90&amp;amp;h=90&amp;amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Ffgb6.rapidgiving.com%2Fmedialib%2F102%2F7a4789f4-e48c-4931-ba4c-8809ba7835c8%2Fimage%2Fprofile%2FIMG_0069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;div class="uiAttachmentTitle" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:11}"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="https://fgb6.rapidgiving.com/frp/fundraise.aspx?pk=W6T78L4" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;Fight Gone Bad 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;fgb6.rapidgiving.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="mts uiAttachmentDesc"&gt;On  September 17th, thousands of CrossFitters will be enduring 17 minutes  of pure grit and dedication in honor of those who have sacrificed their  whole lives to service. I'll be there. Please check out my page and  support my 17 minutes! Pass it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4591060574685075621?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4591060574685075621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/ivys-quest-please-support-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4591060574685075621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4591060574685075621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/ivys-quest-please-support-it.html' title='Ivy&apos;s Quest - Please support it'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6428491435110485085</id><published>2011-08-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T19:43:26.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday - Men and Women give their time, their dreams, their beliefs, their lives to you and me. They give you the right to be who are today. If it wasn't for their sacrifice your world would be hopeless. Think of them today, think of them tomorrow, and remember what they did for you yesterday. Honor our Fallen ones, Honor our Living ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6428491435110485085?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6428491435110485085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6428491435110485085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6428491435110485085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6796302332026007582</id><published>2011-08-11T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:58:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><content type='html'>ok so I wrote these long messages today and sent them via my phone, now they are coming in as gibberish. I don't know what the hell is wrong with this thing but doing things from my phone would make things so much easier if they worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6796302332026007582?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6796302332026007582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/gibberish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6796302332026007582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6796302332026007582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/gibberish.html' title='Gibberish'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8761547762894513830</id><published>2011-08-11T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:34:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My tomatoes have grown in so well that I&amp;#39;m giving them away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8761547762894513830?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8761547762894513830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-tomatoes-have-grown-in-so-well-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8761547762894513830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8761547762894513830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-tomatoes-have-grown-in-so-well-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7778598197439800563</id><published>2011-08-11T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:58:05.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  ?l??b??rw?} ?????????2H B???9(&lt;br&gt;???l??&amp;quot;???3?? ??lv?\ ??u??&amp;lt; ???9(_ ?Ae{Y? ??y??]???o?|?~??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7778598197439800563?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7778598197439800563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/lbrw-2h-b9-l-lv-u-9-aey-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7778598197439800563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7778598197439800563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/lbrw-2h-b9-l-lv-u-9-aey-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2423215416538143008</id><published>2011-08-11T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:57:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  ?o:h?&amp;amp;?A?? 4 ???:?J?Att ? ???{8MO?? ?[ ???ctY &lt;br&gt;?????]v?? t?M/?A?4?&lt;br&gt; ?A?w?} ?? ??&amp;lt; ??o6??N?A?rX ???s ? ????? d|?A?? ?~???v ?N??e??? ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2423215416538143008?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2423215416538143008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-4-jatt-8mo-cty-v-tma4-aw-o6narx-s-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2423215416538143008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2423215416538143008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-4-jatt-8mo-cty-v-tma4-aw-o6narx-s-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4974513822754169487</id><published>2011-08-10T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:23:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Back Back</title><content type='html'>Yup the summer is coming to an end and things are taking a different pace in the Boyer home. I'll start giving updates and pics on how our summer went. Sorry didn't do it in real time but it was crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4974513822754169487?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4974513822754169487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-back-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4974513822754169487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4974513822754169487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-back-back.html' title='Back Back Back'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2346417350296617902</id><published>2011-07-23T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T04:07:31.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t know why my posts r showing up like this. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2346417350296617902?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2346417350296617902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-don-know-why-my-posts-r-showing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2346417350296617902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2346417350296617902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-don-know-why-my-posts-r-showing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8455387151245546030</id><published>2011-07-23T03:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:53:27.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  @?? ?&amp;lt;?A????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8455387151245546030?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8455387151245546030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8455387151245546030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8455387151245546030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7869665971418117952</id><published>2011-07-23T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:53:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>?  ?o9h?n?A?rx?v??y ?????o  ] ???3? ??Ot??-_??g??J??e??\v???9=?&amp;gt;??u:??????3? ????0?? ??i? ?v?????? M??$  &amp;amp;??oP??v??a6 ????n2H^N???0?J?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7869665971418117952?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7869665971418117952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/o9hnarxvy-o-3-ot-g-jev9-0-i-v-m-n2hn0-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7869665971418117952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7869665971418117952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/o9hnarxvy-o-3-ot-g-jev9-0-i-v-m-n2hn0-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5721149510480258117</id><published>2011-07-23T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:49:30.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check check&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5721149510480258117?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5721149510480258117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/check-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5721149510480258117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5721149510480258117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/check-check.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6654987174147485796</id><published>2011-07-23T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T03:48:44.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6654987174147485796?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6654987174147485796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/test-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6654987174147485796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6654987174147485796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/test-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7344128260435163026</id><published>2011-07-05T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:52:27.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night out</title><content type='html'>Tonight my Lovely husband took me out to dinner and we had an amazing time. We talked and laughed and really enjoyed each other's company. In the hustle and bussel of the day its sometimes easy to forget why you are there. What keeps you there - then you have one night that reminds you its all worth it. You remember - Your more in love now than you've ever been and you have a blessed life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7344128260435163026?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7344128260435163026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7344128260435163026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7344128260435163026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-1864789847306657536</id><published>2011-06-06T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T05:12:13.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>When is enough - enough. How do you know when God is telling you this isn't healthy and turn the other cheek? There is no good answer in this situation. How much of a person's personality is within their control? Some of it all of it, is it molded by their environment? I have met people that have been in horrible places in their life and had the best personality, the best smile, the best outlook - then you have the people that yeah its not been great but its been hard, but good. And they can't smile or do something nice to save their life. You know those people - the one's that spew negativity. Its so hard to be around them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-1864789847306657536?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1864789847306657536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/ranting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1864789847306657536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1864789847306657536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/ranting.html' title='Ranting'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8931223951354797557</id><published>2011-05-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:48:11.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia's Quest</title><content type='html'>Mia had an assignment that was to write a persuasive paper for school. While writing this paper you were suppose to actually do the "persuading". So Mi decided to make a kitten her quest. Well since the last cat we had decided to pee on all of our beds, and we had to replace 3 of them, ours included - which was not cheap in anyway, we are a little apprehensive about getting a new cat. So in small ways she started dropping hints, talking about cats, talking to me about talking to Dad about kittens. Didn't work, so she bargained, then settled. For a snake!!!! What little girl goes from a kitten to a snake. But my little Mi did, and we went to a pet store and she even fed a corn snake with live bait. She was completely ok with it. We are working on getting all the equipment needed but at least its low maintenance right? Well she was persuasive enough to get a mammal into the house - more than I've been able to do. I still want a dog - but I'm not going for a snake, she can have it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8931223951354797557?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8931223951354797557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/mias-quest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8931223951354797557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8931223951354797557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/mias-quest.html' title='Mia&apos;s Quest'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5926169199287604769</id><published>2011-05-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:33:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not something you see every day</title><content type='html'>Today was a good eventful day. I was refereeing the girls when I heard the remote control truck that Hunter got at a yard sale. I looked out the front window and what do I see???? My naked baby running after a big black truck and his brother standing on the sidewalk with the remote laughing :) hahahahaha I couldn't be mad, it brought tears to my eyes I was laughing so hard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5926169199287604769?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5926169199287604769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-something-you-see-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5926169199287604769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5926169199287604769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-something-you-see-every-day.html' title='Not something you see every day'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8440226798434381607</id><published>2011-05-23T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T05:02:19.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Madness</title><content type='html'>This morning started out with Steve yelling my name from downstairs, as I ran out he said he was going to the hospital again, Barbara had started to seize. They left and the boys finished making up their lunch's. The boys are still high from their camping trip. They went white water rafting with their boyscout troop. They love that troop, they are having so much fun. Its nice to see them enjoy themselves. Chase did great! His raft got stuck on a rock and he totally kept his cool and worked with his leader to get out of a tight spot. So cool to see him stepping up and being a leader. The girls are almost done and off to school, tomorrow is field day. They want me to come and volunteer and I want to but then that means find someone to take Hunter for the day or take him with me, and I don't think that would go over very well with the school. Steve's off tomorrow though so if he's not at the hospital then I might ask him to keep Hunter for the day. Well Bus will be here soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8440226798434381607?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8440226798434381607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-madness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8440226798434381607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8440226798434381607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-madness.html' title='Monday Madness'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6579593600725616764</id><published>2011-05-13T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:35:32.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It not working!</title><content type='html'>Little man is potty training. He tries so hard. We will be in the other room, and he will pull his underwear down under his package and say I have to potty, we rush over smiling and running trying to get there in time. Hurry Hurry, Run Buddy, Run Buddy Run we get there pull the underwear down get up on the upside down trash can and I can see his little stomach muscles tighten, he's pushing as hard as he can.........he looks up with at me with his big eyes............uuuummmm Mom It's not working.......K????? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ok, buddy maybe next&amp;nbsp; time. Love my little guy, so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6579593600725616764?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6579593600725616764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-not-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6579593600725616764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6579593600725616764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-not-working.html' title='It not working!'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7186550995651728241</id><published>2011-04-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:25:24.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vita</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of Vita? I hadn't until a few years ago when Steve started doing taxes, I thought it was a military thing. When we got out here he started doing it here. He was working with the family service center in town, kinda like a KCR here. Well this year they had a banquet. It was really nice, great food and good people. It reminded me of the ceremonies and meetings that we used to go to when he was active. It was nice to see people so appreciative of my husband. I was very proud of my husband! He's so smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7186550995651728241?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7186550995651728241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/vita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7186550995651728241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7186550995651728241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/vita.html' title='Vita'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-91817867156930942</id><published>2011-04-28T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:21:11.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara</title><content type='html'>Barbara seized again. This time we weren't here, the boys found her. Steve and I had just left when we got the phone call, maybe 45 mins or so - the nurse was at the house and she had a seizure but came out of it. Yay!!!! she came out of it, she's never come out of it like that before so we were excited, maybe the medicine was working. The nurse said she was fine, Steve even talked to her and she was ok, so we didn't come home. About an hour later Angela called, the Babysitter was on the phone with 911. She was seizing hard and wasn't stopping. We left right away. Will is pretty upset and worried, seeing her like that really got to him.She seized from 6:30 to 11:00pm. I left the hospital about midnight. Went back yesterday and still no change, non responsive. Going to try to take out the breathing tube this morning and see how she does. Prayers please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-91817867156930942?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/91817867156930942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/91817867156930942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/91817867156930942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara.html' title='Barbara'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-656055571976895065</id><published>2011-04-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T06:51:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ever thought what you would do if you new you only had a few days to live? The world as you know it would be over and there was nothing you or anyone could do to change it. What would you spend your time doing? Would you stay with family? Would you set aside the arguments and forgive, would you borrow money and party like you never have? The thought is one that none of us want to spend any time on. But I think its a thought that deserves alot of thought. It makes me think when was the last time I told my kids I loved them. Makes me want to hug everyone of them and not let go. It makes me thank God for the time he has given me and it makes me ask for forgiveness for everything. It makes me want to tell my husband how much he means to me and how I couldn't think of life without him. All though our world is hectic and busy I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. I'm going to try and live my life with this thought in front of my thoughts and not in the back of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-656055571976895065?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/656055571976895065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/656055571976895065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/656055571976895065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/real-thoughts.html' title='Real Thoughts'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7360397816525160566</id><published>2011-04-21T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T03:56:45.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Update</title><content type='html'>So Barbara finally got out of the hospital and has been put in a skilled nursing facility. Me and Hunter are going to go up there today and see her. The thing that sucks is there were no beds available near us so she is still 45 minutes away. Hopefully sometime soon one of the local ones will have something open but until then we are still making the hike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7360397816525160566?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7360397816525160566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara-update_21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7360397816525160566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7360397816525160566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara-update_21.html' title='Barbara Update'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3504673358675314944</id><published>2011-04-19T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:21:04.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never to forget</title><content type='html'>Hunter loves sausages and hot dogs. He will grab a frozen package of hot dogs and will let me thaw only for a few minutes. He will open the microwave door and before I can even get it opened, he has a partially frozen hot dog in his hand an running. Its a hot dog Popsicle! Tonight while I was making dinner He went into the freezer and opened a box of Banquet Sausages, carrying around his box of frozen sausages and waving his Popsicle's at his father. This was the first time Steve ever saw it, so I got an aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh He has frozen sausages! And he's touching me with them!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA it was great. !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3504673358675314944?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3504673358675314944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3504673358675314944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3504673358675314944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-to-forget.html' title='Never to forget'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5611184028971870066</id><published>2011-04-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:40:57.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun and Rain</title><content type='html'>It was raining forever here and it was bringing me and the kids pretty down, so it finally gets warm and I'm out for one day and I got the rash! Just one day, went to doc and she said I better become a hat wearing kinda girl. I don 't wear hats, Maybe a baseball cap every once in awhile. But not all the time, and sunscreen 50 plus every hour anytime I'm out of my house!!! I love the sun, but now I miss the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5611184028971870066?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5611184028971870066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sun-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5611184028971870066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5611184028971870066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/sun-and-rain.html' title='Sun and Rain'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7762312899967697214</id><published>2011-04-07T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T05:04:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buy - Worst Buy</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I woke up and smelt smoke, I was asleep downstairs with Hunter, Steve's working the outage and needs the sleep so when Hunter started having a melt down at 2am, I took him down stairs with me. So the smoke - I smelt it looked down at me feet and saw it, closed my chair up and looked around, couldn't find anything, checked the fire place but its gas and behind a piece of glass so it didn't come from there, but I checked it anyways. Couldn't find anything, turned off the fireplace, moved away and went back to sleep. When the kids woke up I told them what happened, they looked and found my computer's power cord had melted, then cut in half. So the heat from the fireplace melted the plastic coating and warmed the wires, when I shut my chair I completed the cycle and cut the wires. So now I have no power cord. The computer is from Best Buy so I called them and they priced me at $69.00 for a blasted cord!!!! Really????? No Really????? That's insane!!!! Looked at Amazon and you wouldn't believe the price! $8.00, 8 yup I said 8 dollars!!! That's crazy good!!!!!! So ordered my cord, cost 14 with shipping and handling and got it yesterday. So I say Best Buy is really the WORST BUY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7762312899967697214?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7762312899967697214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-buy-worst-buy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7762312899967697214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7762312899967697214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-buy-worst-buy.html' title='Best Buy - Worst Buy'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4030330905369487835</id><published>2011-04-03T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:50:18.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby hurts</title><content type='html'>Lately we have been trying to get the boys to be more social at school and on the bus. They both like to bury their heads in books and not deal with people. Chase seems to be comfortable there. Will on the other hand has been coming to me and telling me how he hates not having friends and he see's everyone with their friends and its not fair. He told me that he had a great friend - Asher, but now that we have moved and his friendship with him will never be the same, he doesn't talk to him all the time anymore and he wouldn't even know what to say to him now. It breaks my heart to see him hurt. I don't know what to do to help. We talked for a long time tonight about it. He was in tears......he wants friends but says that people at school don't even know he exists. "No one even knows when I'm in the room" as his eyes swelled up. Being a kid is so hard! We get so wrapped up in being parents and raising the kids right, paying the bills, and everything else that takes our minds away from things. But its not till know did I really think back and remember how hard it was growing up, and the fear that I had every morning, going to school was so hard. Sitting here thinking about it I get tears in my eyes, It was such an emotional time, and I had a few core friends, but not to have them, or before I met them since we did move alot, it was horrible and thats where my baby is right now and all I can do is tell him how wonderful he is and to try to talk and to not worry, and give him a huge hug and kiss him on his cheek while tears roll down his face. My baby hurts and I can't fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4030330905369487835?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4030330905369487835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-baby-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4030330905369487835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4030330905369487835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-baby-hurts.html' title='My baby hurts'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6196189417241363793</id><published>2011-04-01T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:36:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I figured out how to potty train Hunter. Every time he goes to the bathroom in the toilet I give him a peice of candy. Yesterday he went Poop, and Potty twice!!! And he wore his big boy underwear for most of the day! We enrolled him in pre-school for August and he has to be potty trained to go into the class. He will go to class on Tuesday and Thursday's for 2 hours. I'm not excited about that at all! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6196189417241363793?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6196189417241363793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/hunters-poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6196189417241363793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6196189417241363793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/hunters-poop.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7825173947396224061</id><published>2011-04-01T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T03:22:43.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Update</title><content type='html'>Well, it was an infection. They are growing it in a petri dish to confirm whether or not its MRSA.&amp;nbsp; Day before yesterday they took her into surgery and removed the prosthesis. She was not thrilled at this at all. But she made it through. She's in the ICU now, she was sitting up and moving around yesterday. She is going to be at a facility for now on, the first 6 weeks she is out she needs to have a regiment of antibiotics for 6 weeks, they have to be given through a pic line. Then after that they have said she is considered epileptic so she will need to be around people to make sure she doesn't seize again. The case worker at the hospital is&amp;nbsp; a very nice very helpful lady. She will keep us updated as to where we are in the transition. The lord was looking down on her once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7825173947396224061?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7825173947396224061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7825173947396224061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7825173947396224061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/barbara-update.html' title='Barbara Update'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5951527515756937769</id><published>2011-03-29T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:41:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbara</title><content type='html'>Barbara seized this morning again. hunter has been throwing up the last few days and i have been sleeping downstairs so steve can get some sleep. she was calling my name. i got up and she told me her head hurt then seizeed. i woke steve up &amp;nbsp;and he carried her into thr car. we got her to hospital. along the way in the car she seized again. her eye is swollen shut and she douldnt talk. shes here at the hospital she is stable. they r probably going to tale her back up to saint lukes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5951527515756937769?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5951527515756937769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbara_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5951527515756937769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5951527515756937769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbara_29.html' title='barbara'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-581401489107412147</id><published>2011-03-29T03:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T03:40:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbara</title><content type='html'>Barbara seized this morning again. hunter has been throwing up the last few days and i have been sleeping downstairs so steve can get some sleep. she was calling my name. i got up and she told me her head hurt then seizeed. i woke steve up &amp;nbsp;and he carried her into thr car. we got her to hospital. along the way in the car she seized again. her eye is swollen shut and she douldnt talk. shes here at the hospital she is stable. they r probably going to tale her back up to saint lukes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-581401489107412147?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/581401489107412147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/581401489107412147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/581401489107412147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/barbara.html' title='barbara'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6908610575175134091</id><published>2011-03-27T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:39:55.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Garden</title><content type='html'>Last year I tried for the first time, planting a garden. I only did tomatoes and cucumbers. It worked out pretty good. I got the wrong kind of tomatoes I got the little one, and I wanted Big Boys so I was a little disappointed, but happy that they grew non the less. This year I'm going all out and praying it works out. If it doesn't my wonderful mother in-law that yes.......still lives with us will never let me live it down. Its been an event to get the garden going but tons of fun! The boys were camping and Steve was working so me and the girls were on our own this weekend. And we had a blast. We started at Jen's house two houses down, scoped out her garden, how she built it and why. Didn't know I would have to build a raised garden but apparently the soil around here isn't really soil, its clay! Who would've thunk it. So off to the Depot we went, measured up, lumbered it, and then ordered the dirt, only fill dirt cause topsoil by the yard is crazy expennsive......dug we did and pulled out the rocks, filled the box we built and in the end we planted - onions, carrots, grean beans, beets, and lettuce. All that should make it for the last frost. And because we ROCK! the girls painted the box's white and painted some flowers on them...... oh yeah....my girls rock!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6908610575175134091?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6908610575175134091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-new-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6908610575175134091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6908610575175134091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-new-garden.html' title='Our New Garden'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8370939158058095316</id><published>2011-03-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:33:07.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Phone</title><content type='html'>Hunter decided to take my phone and throw it! It broke apart and when I put it back together, it didn't work again. And that was the 3rd Palm Pre I had, the touch screen kept jackin up and then the backup assistant didn't work. And I had heard through the grapevine that Verizon was going to get rid of the Palm so I never got it fixed. Well when my phone broke there went all my numbers so now I start from scratch! So if you haven't heard from me this week - please send me a text or a phone call telling me who you are and what your number is! Technology can be a real B#*!%!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8370939158058095316?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8370939158058095316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/palm-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8370939158058095316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8370939158058095316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/palm-phone.html' title='Palm Phone'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-274180258602374080</id><published>2011-03-12T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:33:35.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Tonight I look around and see all that I am thankful for, My wonderful husband, works so hard for all of us. He has such a great sense of humor and I am blessed to be in his company. I can't think of anyone else I would want to take with me through life. I am going to brag now but my husband has an amazing laugh! I love hearing him laugh, he has one of those great laughs that when you hear it you can't help but giggle you know then you look up and there is that great smile that goes with it. He makes it all worth while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-274180258602374080?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/274180258602374080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/274180258602374080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/274180258602374080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3453115277687152678</id><published>2011-03-12T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:25:00.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puberty</title><content type='html'>Do you remember what age you started Puberty? Are kids hitting puberty earlier than their parents? Do kids develop quicker now adays? I have four of them that are right about that age, at least that's what everyone keeps saying. I don't remember puberty being so soon...............do you?? What is the average age now? Things are so different now than when we were kids, each day my kids show me how different things are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3453115277687152678?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3453115277687152678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/puberty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3453115277687152678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3453115277687152678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/puberty.html' title='Puberty'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8188138775702734294</id><published>2011-03-12T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:16:17.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario Brothers</title><content type='html'>The kids are playing super Mario brothers on the Wii. They insist on arguing with Steve and I when we say you can do this you can do that. Like we have never played this game, you used the shell in the wrong place you can't do that. Oh yes we can! Steve told the kids this game came out in the 90's.............the kids eyes get big..........wowowowow...........the 90's!!!! This is so old...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8188138775702734294?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8188138775702734294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-mario-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8188138775702734294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8188138775702734294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-mario-brothers.html' title='Super Mario Brothers'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2073782925776136717</id><published>2011-03-08T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T03:34:15.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy........</title><content type='html'>So tired!!! Between Barbra and her seizures, the boys and their issues, the girls are starting now, anytime Hunter is awake he is upset at something or someone is touching his stuff, to Steve's work schedule, Mom's Club., PTC, and Girl Scouts I am spent! Not only is my body tired but my brain is fried. I have been feeling kinda foggy again and been kinda hurting and I'm so hoping it goes away. I don't want to hurt again like I did last time. The molar rash is still here and I see that its getting worse, I just hope it stops. I have fallen asleep twice while writing this........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2073782925776136717?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2073782925776136717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2073782925776136717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2073782925776136717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy........'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-1479985831058301215</id><published>2011-03-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:01:38.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Injury</title><content type='html'>We had an incident yesterday. Chase hit William with a rock in the back of the head. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/boyerworld/sets/72157626079221053/show/"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He ended up getting two staples in his head. He still hurts a day later and probablywill for awhile. he Can get the staples out after 10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-1479985831058301215?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1479985831058301215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/head-injury.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1479985831058301215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1479985831058301215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/head-injury.html' title='Head Injury'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2718872238944883212</id><published>2011-03-05T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:55:54.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days of Wrestling</title><content type='html'>Well another season is over, and I already miss it. The last practice for Will was Thursday - he was going to compete in a tournament on the 12th but due to an injury he won't be in anymore tournaments till next season. Its sad watching him put his shoes away, hanging up his head gear. I worry that maybe next year he won't want to take them down again. I didn't realize how much I love wrestling till I started doing it with my boy. It binds us, its like this thing that me and him know about, a lingo that only we know. Its hard sometimes to feel linked to the kids in a special way when you have the day to day junk going on. Wrestling was a way for me to be close to Will. A common interest. And he is Great at it! The way thinks about the moves, two steps ahead. The aggression and satisfaction he gets when he steps on the mat. He's much better than he realizes. I am so proud of him, just from last year he has grown so much. He did camp and freestyle over the summer. Keeping him likined in somehow is the key I think. We are still talking about the MMA and teaching him that one. But for now, the awards ceremony on the 16th is the last thing this year he will take part in. Other than the NCAA and being a spectator!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2718872238944883212?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2718872238944883212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-days-of-wrestling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2718872238944883212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2718872238944883212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-days-of-wrestling.html' title='Last Days of Wrestling'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-1139842559524712807</id><published>2011-03-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:47:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will is Now 12!</title><content type='html'>12 Years Old! Wow........................he is not my little man anymore, he's my burbing, stinky, rough, wrestler - that is checking out girls and crackin jokes on Mom. :( Its sad when they get older. He was so proud of himself, held his head high and said, yep Mom I'm going to be twelve in a few days, you ready???? Me ready? Well hell, of course not but man is he. He said he doesn't feel older just more mature! hahahahaha I like that one. So for his birthday he wanted his favorite dinner - Steak. So the boy got steak. I made him a chocolate cake for desert with chocolate frosting on it, and lots of it. We gave him his presents and all of them were for camping. He is really getting into Boyscouts, Hunting, Fishing, and Trapping. That kind of thing. He wanted a bow and arrow for his birthday but they are crazy expensive. So we got him a compass, spoon set, silver cup that can be heated, locks to lock all his bags, and a campfire chair. Then on Sunday we are taking him to The works, its a huge arcade downstairs and Ballocity is upstairs, he will get to do both so he is stoked. I can't believe he's already 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-1139842559524712807?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1139842559524712807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-is-now-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1139842559524712807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/1139842559524712807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/will-is-now-12.html' title='Will is Now 12!'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-241476274236047959</id><published>2011-03-01T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T19:03:03.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrific Two's!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok we have officially hit the terrific two's and I am so afraid of the three's! He doesn't like anything, "I don't like this car, Mommy" "Mommy - I don't like this house" "Mommy - I don't like you" Well I thought he was my favorite. He was the only one that liked me but today he has plainly stated, that he does not like me, there was no speech impediment, there was no mistake, I DON'T LIKE YOU, that's what he said. He doesn't stay on the naughty step anymore, he yells at you when he doesn't like something and he de-pants you if you don't pick him up. I don't remember the other too being like this, do you? Then after everyone is a sleep tonight, I go to take my contacts out and what do I see? More grey!!!!!!!!!!! Lots of Grey!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not looking in the mirror anymore. That's it. No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-241476274236047959?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/241476274236047959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/terrific-twos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/241476274236047959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/241476274236047959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/terrific-twos.html' title='Terrific Two&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8796899195326507333</id><published>2011-02-23T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T12:31:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Us save our music program!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/sa45ba/petition.html" rel="nofollow" style="color: #0088cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298493019_7"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/sa45ba/petition.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above link will take you to a petition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;"This petition  seeks to request that the school board reconsider the depth/breadth of  cuts laid upon the music program within Daniel Boone School District." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8796899195326507333?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8796899195326507333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-us-save-our-music-program.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8796899195326507333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8796899195326507333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/help-us-save-our-music-program.html' title='Help Us save our music program!'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-524913450521811392</id><published>2011-02-19T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:33:49.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyamorous</title><content type='html'>DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS????? Well the official definition is:  [&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="el-Latn"&gt;poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, meaning many or several] and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_language" title="Latin language"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="la"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; [love]) is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consent"&gt;consent&lt;/a&gt; of everyone involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up one of the guys that I used to wrestle with and in his religous prefrence it says: Polyamorous. Ok so I know that I'm not that freakin old or closed minded, one of my best friends is Polyamorous, but I don't think I've ever seen it so plainly out there. Is that bad? I just think that stuff is private, not so private for close friends, but private like not on the internet private. I don't know maybe I'm old fashion, and maybe I had to look up the freakin word and the fact that I didn't know pissed me off? Either way, it was odd for a Saturday night here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-524913450521811392?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/524913450521811392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/polyamorous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/524913450521811392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/524913450521811392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/polyamorous.html' title='Polyamorous'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3216714368786842712</id><published>2011-02-19T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:19:49.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMA</title><content type='html'>Mixed Martial Arts, found a place that the kids are going to join. Starting next week. Chase will do Karate, Will - wrestling (grappling) of coarse! Mia - kick boxing, Angela - kick boxing and Hunter will wrestle as soon as he is old enough, but William is practicing with him, he is picking up what he can for a little guy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3216714368786842712?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3216714368786842712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/mma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3216714368786842712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3216714368786842712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/mma.html' title='MMA'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-935314323750661473</id><published>2011-02-19T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:44:23.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Natika posted this on her facebook and I love it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;“I  hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my  brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but it's  just eggs hatching.” -Jack Handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-935314323750661473?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/935314323750661473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-sayings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/935314323750661473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/935314323750661473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-sayings.html' title='Saturday Sayings'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4693112665723998610</id><published>2011-02-17T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:44:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Savy???</title><content type='html'>The boys are going camping this weekend at Hawk Mountain. Normally I'm pretty excited when they go on this stuff, one I think its great for them, and two they are off the damn computers, and all technology at that. It just messes with their little minds. But this one they get to bring their electronics with them! What kinda crap is that? Its like Boy scouts isn't pure anymore, they have succumb to the worlds desires. I wish we weren't so technically advanced, I say this as I blog :( Hypocrite! Its just different when your kids are involved, in 50 years and I'm long dead and gone, people will be socially inept even more so than they are today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4693112665723998610?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4693112665723998610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/tech-savy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4693112665723998610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4693112665723998610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/tech-savy.html' title='Tech Savy???'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3122578672132817346</id><published>2011-02-12T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:38:01.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay To Play</title><content type='html'>Pay to play is a plan that has been proposed to our School Board instead of getting rid of middle school sports all together. $150 for the first sport, $75.00 for the 2nd, and a cap of $500 a year. It sounds like a lot of money especially for us, with 5 kids believe me I've thought about what I would rather put them in, band (which is not being cut) or basketball, wrestling, track. But its really worth it. I believe that a well rounded student is not just economics and history, but band, chorus and athletics. How many times have people written a team player on their resumes? If there's no Team then what??? Cutting the middle school athletics is going to destroy high school athletics, will have more kids with time on their idle hands, and we take some wonderful opportunities away from our children. How can you have Major League Baseball if you don't have feeder teams? 7 million dollar deficit!! S-E-V-E-N...yeah, they cut kindergarten from full day to half, are planning on letting go of 50 out of 89 aids, not rehire one of the janitors, and get rid of middle school sports. Its nuts, OK the kindergarten thing, I get, I don't agree with it but I understand it, if your kid has an IEP then they will still have full day, but if they don't only half day. And that's not even accounting for 50% of the budget! 66% is in contracts that they can't discuss. The economy isn't just hitting some people, even if you don't feel the pinch so hard at home, your kids are going to feel it in some way. I just didn't realize it would be so soon, and so close to home. Pray they vote Yes to Pay To Play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3122578672132817346?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3122578672132817346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pay-to-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3122578672132817346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3122578672132817346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/pay-to-play.html' title='Pay To Play'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5954907830529874935</id><published>2011-02-12T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:14:46.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luvs Suck</title><content type='html'>hahahaha you thought I was going to say Love, not Luvs........huhhhh???? Well I'm not talking about that I'm talking about the brand, the Luvs Brand of diapers. I am so old now that I blog about diapers right? Ok so we bought Luvs instead of Huggies, and rightly so they are cheaper, but you get what you pay for. We will now pay the extra and will always advise to pay extra and to use Huggies. Luvs is paper thin, and who really wants to be holding your son on their hip in the middle of a gym an hour away from your house and feel the warmth from his pee......yeah so Stick with Huggies, so thick, so dependable, so no Luvs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5954907830529874935?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5954907830529874935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/luvs-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5954907830529874935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5954907830529874935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/luvs-suck.html' title='Luvs Suck'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5065140961878595171</id><published>2011-02-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:04:31.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for First Place</title><content type='html'>Will had 5 matches today at the Cocalico Tournament. I was less than thrilled when I heard that this morning, and that he didn't wrestle his first bout for 3 hours. That was the best part!!! 3 Hours, really????? Yup, but it was all worth it when I saw his hand go up ALL FIVE TIMES, I don't think I have seen a smile glued on so well in a long time. It was such a long day, we left at 7:30 and got home at 7:30. 2 pins and points got the rest. He didn't have any crazy wounds either, no huge bruises - he wrestled smart, and each time I watched him wrestle with more confidence. His Coach asked if we wanted him to sign up to qualify for district, regional, and if he makes it State. That thrills me to no end, and scares the shit out of me at the same time. Not sure if we are going to do it but it is the last time he will have a chance to qualify as a youth. I have a shirt that says, after you've watched your kid wrestle, everything else is easy............hahahahaha I love it! I love watching him wrestle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5065140961878595171?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5065140961878595171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-for-first-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5065140961878595171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5065140961878595171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-time-for-first-place.html' title='First time for First Place'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-743114543507295999</id><published>2011-02-11T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:19:32.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truisms</title><content type='html'>My Pop sent me this tonight........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone has written these beautiful words.&amp;nbsp; One must read and try to understand the deep meanings in them.&amp;nbsp; They are like the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297480715_1" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Ten Commandments&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to follow in life all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1]&amp;nbsp;  Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in&amp;nbsp;trouble; it is a  "steering wheel"&amp;nbsp;that directs us in&amp;nbsp;the right&amp;nbsp;path throughout life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2]&amp;nbsp;  Do you know why a&amp;nbsp;car's WINDSHIELD is so large &amp;amp; the&amp;nbsp;rear view  mirror is so small?&amp;nbsp; Because our PAST is not as important as our  FUTURE.&amp;nbsp; So, look ahead and move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3]&amp;nbsp; Friendship is like a BOOK.&amp;nbsp; It takes few seconds to burn,&amp;nbsp;but it takes years to write.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;4]&amp;nbsp; All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ings  in life are temporary.&amp;nbsp; If going well enjoy it, they will not last  forever.&amp;nbsp; If going wrong don’t worry, they&amp;nbsp;can't last long either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5]&amp;nbsp;  Old friends are like&amp;nbsp;Gold!&amp;nbsp; New friends are Diamonds!&amp;nbsp; If you get&amp;nbsp;a  Diamond, don't forget the Gold!&amp;nbsp; Because to hold a Diamond, you always  need a base of Gold!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6]&amp;nbsp; Often when we lose hope and  think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a&amp;nbsp;bend, not the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7]&amp;nbsp;  When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when  GOD doesn't solve your problems HE has&amp;nbsp;faith in your abilities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;8]&amp;nbsp; A blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;person asked&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297480715_2" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;St. Anthony&lt;/span&gt;: "Can there be anything&amp;nbsp; worse than losing&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297480715_3"&gt;eye sight&lt;/span&gt;?"&amp;nbsp; He replied: "Yes, losing your vision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9]&amp;nbsp;  When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses&amp;nbsp;them; and  sometimes, when you are safe and happy,&amp;nbsp;remember that someone has prayed  for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10]&amp;nbsp;WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297480715_4"&gt;TROUBLES&lt;/span&gt;; it&amp;nbsp;takes away today’s PEACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-743114543507295999?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/743114543507295999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/truisms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/743114543507295999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/743114543507295999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/truisms.html' title='Truisms'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4780489372775087563</id><published>2011-02-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T19:15:57.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Match at Exeter</title><content type='html'>My boy Rocks!!! He ran a half in the first period and almost got the bin, then second period stuck the kid in 30 seconds. Then he went again and stuck the kid in the first period!!!!!!!!!!!! Yayyyyyyyyy!!!! I love watching him wrestle. His brother's and his sister's watched him tonight and that meant the world to him. Even better than watching him pin his opponent was seeing the smile on his face when he asked the others if they watched him and they said yes. Moments like those make your heart melt and the joys of having a big family are ever so present. That and HE STUCK THE KID!!!!! Tomorrow's tournament is going to be here soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4780489372775087563?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4780489372775087563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-night-match-at-exeter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4780489372775087563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4780489372775087563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-night-match-at-exeter.html' title='Friday Night Match at Exeter'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2272089084322884198</id><published>2011-02-03T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:15:10.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a conversation today, well watching it actually. But the conversation was about love. Do you believe that you can Love more than one Person? If you do, do you believe that you love one more than the other. Some say yes, that you know the person that you really love, you always come back to them, you never quite love the same. I wonder.......God intended us to detach from our parents and live our own lives but did he mean love everyone and no one the same? He says love your neighbor as you love yourself but did he mean to love in different ways, or just with your heart and he'd do the rest? I heard someone on the news interviewing a afterlife specialist and he says that there will be so much peace and thanks to be where we are that we wont think about such nonsense. But I noticed one thing, he never once said we would have love.....Just a brief view into one of many thoughts that have passed through my head today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2272089084322884198?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2272089084322884198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2272089084322884198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2272089084322884198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3207790050447244478</id><published>2011-02-03T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:00:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools on......</title><content type='html'>Today was such a relaxing day compared to the last few days, the kids were finally in school. Even with the crazyness that happens when they are not here it was relaxing.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3207790050447244478?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3207790050447244478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/schools-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3207790050447244478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3207790050447244478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/schools-on.html' title='Schools on......'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5590997696132710935</id><published>2011-02-02T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:03:10.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow it is crazy out there. Our screens are covered in ice, as soon as the sleet hits the screen it freezes, you can look at the road and its all shinny and its all ice! We went grocery shopping last night and man am I glad. Power went out a few times this morning. No school - Of Course! Chase woke up early and thought he was late for school and since he has been threatened with detention if Will and him are late again he jumped up and started getting ready. He said he ran into walls a couple of times he was in such a rush, and then he came downstairs and realized that no one was awake, then the power went out and that really freaked him out. When I woke up Will and him were in his room laying on the floor reading and they were freaked out about the power going out. Lets see how long this lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5590997696132710935?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5590997696132710935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5590997696132710935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5590997696132710935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-808230105773663427</id><published>2011-02-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T09:29:55.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>This is really a trying time! Another Freakin Snow Day! Ok so last week they went for three days, the week before they went for two days, and today is only Tuesday and they are home again. I love my kids I do but at least in the summer they can go outside and play. They have stayed longer outside than on the first day, but the little guy can't hang for that long outside. And of course they make a huge mess and don't clean up after themselves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-808230105773663427?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/808230105773663427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/808230105773663427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/808230105773663427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6653890072594149409</id><published>2011-02-01T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:54:55.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Church</title><content type='html'>We are looking at other church's in the area. I was doing the study on  Every woman's marriage, in one part the lady was telling her husband  about how he should be more "holy" than he is and that he should take  more of an active role in their spritual life. His reply was that he has  tried but she hasn't let him, because it wasn't what she wanted and  that she needed to release that part to him. That the Lord intended the  Husband to be the leader and that all though it may be hard for us women  to step aside and let our Husbands do this because we wear so many  hats, its just easier for us to step in and take the reigns. But that  isn't the way God intended it. Maybe we as women have enough jobs.  Mother's, Wife's, Daughter's, Aunt's, Book Keeper, Secretaries, Referee,  Mediator, Taxi, Negotiator, Plaintiff's, Defendants, Teachers,  Students, Mentors and I can go on and on. We don't need to add Spritual  Leader to it, maybe for other women but our husbands need to be that  person and we need to let them. Well after I red this I was talking to  Steve about how I was unhappy with our current church and he said almost  the same thing that the Guy in the book said. So I decided to do what  God intended me to do - allow my husband to lead me. Currently that has  been to a Lutheran Church, parts of it I love! and Parts of it don't  hate but I don't understand so I'm not sure I agree with them or not.  Either way this is where my husband is leading me and I know he has our  best interest at heart, so I am going to do something I normally don't  do. Step aside and let someone else take care of it. As hard as that is  for me, a sense of relief also comes over me that. I'm doing my part as a  Christian Wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6653890072594149409?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6653890072594149409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6653890072594149409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6653890072594149409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-church.html' title='New Church'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4564325634358951019</id><published>2011-01-24T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:12:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury</title><content type='html'>It's never a dull moment in the Boyer house. We came home and started cleaning up, we had been out with Barbra (She had us drive 45 mins, to a church she used to go to then wouldn't get out to go inside so we turned around and went home) Were making dinner and relized that the boys didn't clean up the basement so we were having issues getting them down there and clean it. Will is coming down the steps and starts bleeding all over. He was coming down and stepped on a broken piece of his desk. It was a staple that was really big, its a puncture wound. So I'm putting pressure on it, all the kids run over, Barbra is complaing that Netflicks isn't working, and my carpet has blood. We were able to get it to stop bleeding, went online and found out how to clean it, dab the spot with an absorbant cloth then get detergent and scrub it with a toothbrush (I just used a cloth) then put amonia on it. Band aid on it and back to cleaning up the basement. aaahhhh and that was a good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4564325634358951019?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4564325634358951019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/injury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4564325634358951019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4564325634358951019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/injury.html' title='Injury'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5733328036791900823</id><published>2011-01-22T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:09:18.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's Contacts</title><content type='html'>Will has now been given the green light on his contacts. He is so hard on the glasses, he mends them, pushes them on his face so hard that they are angled from the bottom up. We told him that he had to get plastic frames that he wouldn't do that too or he could get contacts. At first he was resistant so we told him that's fine we will get you different frames. He refused it so he went for his check up and wore them for 4 hours the first couple days then 6 now 8, as long as everything goes ok for the next week, he will get his prescription and that's that. He put his contacts in the other day, then Steve took him to get a hair cut and he looked so much older. He's not my little man with a lisp and glasses. He looks so much older now........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5733328036791900823?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5733328036791900823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/wills-contacts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5733328036791900823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5733328036791900823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/wills-contacts.html' title='Will&apos;s Contacts'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4388141918504471483</id><published>2011-01-21T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:20:07.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Night Out</title><content type='html'>Last night was Mom's night out for my mom's group. It was the first time I have been out by myself since we moved here. We went bowling and then me and Jen went to Applebee's and hung out. I had one beer while we were bowling and I had half of a margarita at Applebee's, it was so strong! I couldn't finish it. Jenn goes to the church we are going to try this weekend, it will be nice to have some one you know there. I bowled 84 the first time and in the 60's the next time. And that is a good game for me! We had fun. It was so nice to relax and be around other women, there was no pressure or time limit to do anything. We just talked and hung out and it was great! I am so glad I went especially since the kids school was cancelled again! This was the 3rd day this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4388141918504471483?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4388141918504471483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/moms-night-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4388141918504471483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4388141918504471483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/moms-night-out.html' title='Mom&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-6179313707230798788</id><published>2011-01-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:57:09.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching Balls of Fury with my Hubby and loving spending time with him. We have been talking about him going back into the military as active duty, moving back to Washington and what would it be like and just the whole situation. Sitting here with him makes me think that I enjoy him more than I enjoy money or the military. I have a wonderful husband! Situations are hard. As long as we stick together we will make it through anything, sshhhh we have 5 kids, a mother in law, military, work, and we do awesome! Just thinking outloud :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-6179313707230798788?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6179313707230798788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/watching-balls-of-fury-with-my-hubby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6179313707230798788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/6179313707230798788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/watching-balls-of-fury-with-my-hubby.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3792825437632900868</id><published>2011-01-15T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:39:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's wrestling match</title><content type='html'>Last night Will had a match and he didn't win, but he wasn't bent out of shape about it and he didn't cry. He has been telling me that I push him too much in wrestling and its bothering him, so last night I was like I'm proud of you wether you win or lose, and just have fun. Well then he lost, and he said he was ok with the lose but he would have done better if he was ampted up and if I had pushed him more! Ok so tomorrow at the tournament I'm going to push him again and see what happens.....Wish him luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3792825437632900868?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3792825437632900868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/wills-wrestling-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3792825437632900868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3792825437632900868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/wills-wrestling-match.html' title='Will&apos;s wrestling match'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4964580286752648301</id><published>2011-01-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:37:07.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids</title><content type='html'>Two of the kids haven't been keeping up with their homework so we took electronics away from them.. And they are mad at us....now I know its part of being parents. And I keep saying I'm not here to be their friends I am here to guide them and attempt to mold them the way God intended us to. But it is so frustrating at times, just do the damn homework, they would both have A's in every class if they would just freakin do it. Now that its the weekend and they want to do stuff they are moping around and attempting to make us feel bad for them. The only thing they are doing is pissing me off, I don't know how Steve feels about it cause I haven't really talked to him about it this morning but aaaahhhhhh, now they have all this time on their hands why not do the homework? That would make sense right? Its like working for the government! Just do it, why do you have to do all the bullshit and involve other people in your fault when if you just got the job done it wouldn't even be an issue!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4964580286752648301?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4964580286752648301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4964580286752648301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4964580286752648301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/kids.html' title='The kids'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2712955350412349655</id><published>2011-01-15T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:32:58.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunters Nose</title><content type='html'>We took Hunter in and he did NOT brake it. Although if you ask him if his nose hurts he will tell you that he broke it :) He did however stretch his septum out, that's the cardalige that is in your nose, he has little slices or places that tore on it from being stretched. They will heal, they might bleed some more over the next few days until they heal but that's about it. So Yayyyyyy he is ok :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2712955350412349655?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2712955350412349655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunters-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2712955350412349655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2712955350412349655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunters-nose.html' title='Hunters Nose'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2735562101743388510</id><published>2011-01-11T17:36:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:36:33.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(4 of 4) that&amp;#39;s not even a guarantee. So we gave him tylenol an lots of tlc, we will see how it looks in the morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2735562101743388510?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2735562101743388510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-of-4-that-not-even-guarantee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2735562101743388510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2735562101743388510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-of-4-that-not-even-guarantee.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3808558321509686306</id><published>2011-01-11T17:36:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:36:27.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(3 of 4) someone pushed his nose in. Like a pug dog....we called to take him into the doc and with the storm no one will be in till after ten tomorrow and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3808558321509686306?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3808558321509686306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-of-4-someone-pushed-his-nose-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3808558321509686306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3808558321509686306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/3-of-4-someone-pushed-his-nose-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5045101972413826298</id><published>2011-01-11T17:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:36:24.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(2 of 4) tried jumping from the bed to the floor over the frame. His foot caught the frame and down on his face he went. He bled and it&amp;#39;s swollen and looks like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5045101972413826298?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5045101972413826298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-of-4-tried-jumping-from-bed-to-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5045101972413826298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5045101972413826298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-of-4-tried-jumping-from-bed-to-floor.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2195440418409286957</id><published>2011-01-11T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:36:20.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(1 of 4) We think Hunter broke his nose! We were upstairs getting ready and he was jumping on the bed like usual. He has been getting really brave lately so he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2195440418409286957?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2195440418409286957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-of-4-we-think-hunter-broke-his-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2195440418409286957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2195440418409286957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-of-4-we-think-hunter-broke-his-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4705121618366619779</id><published>2011-01-02T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:30:15.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many houes that  up for foreclosure it&amp;#39;s nuts! 3 on our street alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4705121618366619779?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4705121618366619779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-so-many-houes-that-up-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4705121618366619779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4705121618366619779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-are-so-many-houes-that-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4214992616051156406</id><published>2011-01-02T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:01:51.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupus..the curse of the Wolf......</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up and not know what day it is? Ever wake up and realize that you want to go back to sleep, as your eyes open every vein in your body hurts....there's not enough liquor in the world to give you this kind of a hang over. With every breath I feel ever cell in my body wake up. As the dual achy pain surfaces I can't help but get pissed, and frustrated. There is no pill to help, no tonic to erase the pain. I yet again call the Dr, her answers are scarry.........but true....reality&amp;nbsp; with Lupus is hard to hear, hard to live. How is it you can be blessed in more ways than you ever imagined, have a wonderful life and then one small thing turns into everything you think about.............they call it the curse - the rash that I get makes me look like a wolf, the curse of the wolf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4214992616051156406?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4214992616051156406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/lupusthe-curse-of-wolf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4214992616051156406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4214992616051156406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/lupusthe-curse-of-wolf.html' title='Lupus..the curse of the Wolf......'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-533774714117539802</id><published>2011-01-02T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T06:51:00.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Heres to a Happy New Year and a wonderful adventure to come. I plan on doing the following this year. Posting more :) And more than a resulution but a prayer, I pray that I will attempt to find happiness in every situation that life may throw at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did you know that 70% of all new year resultions are broke within the first two weeks? Which is why we at the Boyer household don't make them, we make prayers and wish lists :) Hope everyone had a great new year night and a merry christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-533774714117539802?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/533774714117539802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/533774714117539802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/533774714117539802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4455234166970783866</id><published>2010-12-20T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T05:39:49.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interior Decorator</title><content type='html'>Yaaaayyyyyy the interior decorator/designer is coming today and I am so excited. We had the painter come last week and we are waiting on an estimate, we need the colors and then we will start. So stoked!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4455234166970783866?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4455234166970783866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/interior-decorator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4455234166970783866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4455234166970783866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/interior-decorator.html' title='Interior Decorator'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-9137553599582463789</id><published>2010-12-19T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:20:11.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today we had Christmas for Angela and Chase. The big present for Angela was a DS and she loved it. I almost think she liked the little presents better. One of them was Shrinky Dinks......If anyone has seen these they are really neat. Its a piece of what material I have no idea, you color it then bake for 3 minutes ( love that number) at 350 degrees. It gets smaller and smaller, it bends and it looks like it is going to bake together and then it unfolds and gets smaller - its really cool to watch. Chase's gift was part of a family gift. We got the kids a Kinect for the XBOX 360, now normally I hate the demon box and anything that has to do with it. But I really like the Wii because it promotes I don't know more movement than your thumbs. So I wasn't thrilled when Steve said he was getting something for the demon, but then once he got it home and told me what it was I warmed up a little bit, but I still had reservations, just because I have hated that thing for so long, the promise of it being good in any way was hard to believe. Well today it was connected and Mia of all people played for hours, she was jumping and jumping and didn't break anything. So its nice, we have the Wii upstairs which the kids still play and I use it for Netflicks, and then downstairs is the Kinect, and thats not hooked up to the internet, I'm not too keen on the kids being able to watch Netflicks without supervision or at least some way for us to know what they are watching. Mia watches upstairs with Angela alot but she uses her laptop that Grandma got her for Christmas which by the way is really nice! She watches, but she has to ask to use the laptop since its an electronic, we don't have problems with her so she gets to use it alot, and she is always good when we tell her she has had enough TV time on it or playing games. She loves that Bejeweled game. Don't tell her but for Christmas we got her some girl games that can only be played on her computer. She has done some research for school on it and she really liked that she could do that in her room and not down here at the main system and have all the crazy noise. She is going to love it next year when her papers are going to start coming in. So completely off topic but Angela and Chase will be leaving on the 23rd to go to Texas, even though their real mom lives in Washington, her Mom has cancer and this is probably going to be her last Christmas so everyone is going to her in Texas. They are excited. We are not. As hard as it is for us, its much harder for them. They are children, divorce is never pretty.............Praise the Lord that the other three are going to be home and with us! The next couple days are always hard for us, Steve suffers in silence, while I give lots of hugs and kiss's and cry. But Christmas is about giving, about the birth of our Savior. We are sacrificing, we are giving our children time with both of their parents, knowing what we know about their mother - It is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do and I didn't bare them, I can only imagine what it does to Steve. Keep them in your thoughts this Christmas, and pray for their safe arrival, safe visit, and safe return. Their just kids............ their our kids..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-9137553599582463789?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9137553599582463789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/9137553599582463789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/9137553599582463789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-christmas.html' title='Early Christmas'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5827535453442071551</id><published>2010-12-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T16:44:13.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day.</title><content type='html'>Today the winds were so bad I had to pull over. The wind was going the rain was falling, crap was flooding all over the place. I wanted to just sit in the house but I couldn't. As I was out today I could feel my joints ache and my bones get cold inside. Hunter didn't take a normal nap today so he is in rare form right about now. I can hear Mia telling him to listen to the rules in her room. Hahahahaha if he did that then I would get her as much chocolate as she could handle. Well at least she's trying :)&lt;br /&gt;Barbra got out of the hospital today. She has to wear a helmet till she gets a plate put in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5827535453442071551?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5827535453442071551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5827535453442071551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5827535453442071551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day.'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-5276977909981646615</id><published>2010-11-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:15:41.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Disease</title><content type='html'>The other day I was feeling so good, I had been feeling good the past coup;e of days. I even took Hunter to a Moms Club event. He had a blast, so when we were invited to go again I thought it would be so much fun. I could spend time with Moms around my age and the same things with Hunter, getting that social interaction. We were both having a really good time and then it came out. It's not like I didn't know it was there, its awalys there. But never the less Lupus still felt the need to say Hello! I'm here!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-5276977909981646615?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5276977909981646615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-disease.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5276977909981646615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/5276977909981646615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-disease.html' title='Lovely Disease'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-8442359966290998534</id><published>2010-11-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:00:35.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep or Wake</title><content type='html'>I used to go to sleep excited to wake up for a new day, and wake wanting to go back to bed for a few more minutes.......now I stay awake because I'm afraid to fall asleep. I never know how good or how bad my day will be. Even right in middle of the day sometimes. So do I wasnt to stay up, go to sleep, or wake up??? Weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-8442359966290998534?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8442359966290998534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep-or-wake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8442359966290998534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/8442359966290998534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/sleep-or-wake.html' title='Sleep or Wake'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-9049302406083220785</id><published>2010-11-18T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:16:17.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downstairs Bathroom</title><content type='html'>I painted the bathroom in one day. I thought at the time I rocked it out! It went from a baby blue powder, old chipped paint to a neutral tan, and very white white trim. I thought it smelled great and looked great. Once it dried was a different story. I found the reason I do not own my very own painting business - pretty much because I suck at it. I figured out what and where I went wrong. Now i am going to sand and touch up. Its been about a week now since I started the project. Working that one day on it took me out for about 2 days. I've slowly been regaining my strength. I couldn't take Hunter on a playdate today because I'm still not up to par after the bathroom.. I hate being sick! I hate looking fine, and screaming inside with pain. Just because I look the same I should be able to do the same, at least thats what I think, so to not be able to finish painting in the same day let alone week has been a hard reality check for me. Before Thanksgiving thats what I want, to have it done before then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-9049302406083220785?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9049302406083220785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/downstairs-bathroom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/9049302406083220785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/9049302406083220785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/downstairs-bathroom.html' title='Downstairs Bathroom'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4808861772520635796</id><published>2010-11-18T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:07:21.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I dropped my girls off at their first cheerleading practice and I was a little freaked out. the coach looks like a skeloton, had a huge oddly shapped hat, sunken in black eyes. I at first thought that maybe her makeup was smudged or she had been crying but as I looked closer I realized that that was the color of her skin!!! I told the girls if they were too scared to stay they could come home with me - they just laughed and told me to go ahead and go. Tonight I dropped them off and Mia was trying to explain to me that its a shadow because her eyes go inside her head so much..............either way. She is creepy looking. And yet again I left my girls with her :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4808861772520635796?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4808861772520635796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheerleading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4808861772520635796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4808861772520635796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheerleading.html' title='Cheerleading'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2036930661298843330</id><published>2010-11-18T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:03:54.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>ok so I step away for awhile and I come back with a plethera of items in my noggin... like that use of words???? We are the Three Amigos.....:)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Update, Barbra living with us went from worse to unlivable. We moved into our new house - F A B O U L O U S ...... she had another seizure, she lived on the couch, on Steve's birthday she drove herself 2 hours to the casino and had another seizure, she's been in the hospital 2 hours away ever since. They found an infection in her brain. Took the piece of skull out that the infection was on and now she wears a helmet. She will be released and sent back to our house in 14 days.........Very glad she is still alive and in somewhat better health. Very hopeful her entire situation will turn in a different direction very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2036930661298843330?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2036930661298843330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2036930661298843330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2036930661298843330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-4980113025809893175</id><published>2010-10-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:27:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Days</title><content type='html'>Some days are so clear, some days you wake up and you know exactly what you are going to do that day and you do it with passion and lust because you know you are here on this day on this earth for this very second.I miss days like that.Other days your just happy to be alive.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-4980113025809893175?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4980113025809893175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4980113025809893175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/4980113025809893175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-days.html' title='Some Days'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-7951036290679624707</id><published>2010-10-16T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:13:19.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>I love Saturdays, sleep in, relax.....oh who am I kidding. The alarm goes off and you start to get ready until you realize it is Saturday, go back to sleep just to be woken up by a little guy jumping on you - Mommy Mommy Mommy Mommy.......you finally answer and you just get a smile :) You come downstairs and your lovely daughter has tried to make breakfast for everyone. The pan has burnt eggs on it, now it must soak, the butter is everywhere,&amp;nbsp; you can tell she was talking and where she moved to by the trail of crumbs, blankets everywhere because each kid wants to wrap themselves up. Milk and cereal out and all over the counter. But when you come downstairs there is a kinda funny looking breakfast but its breakfast none the less. Every bit of that little girls heart went into making this breakfast. Your met with big hugs and smiles. The table is set just for you. Mommmmm Good morning.........how did you sleep. I do in fact Love Saturdays. Wouldn't trade them for anything. I am going to miss mornings like this. My children are wonderful and I love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-7951036290679624707?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7951036290679624707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7951036290679624707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/7951036290679624707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-3055896244066304815</id><published>2010-10-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:52:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Scouts</title><content type='html'>Mia and Angela have what looks like a really good group of little girls in their troop. We went to the first meeting the other night and all the Mom's seem to genuinlly be there for the girls and want to make it as fun as possible. You know there's always one Nazi mom that has to make a big deal about some things but other than that. I think theres a great group of girls for my two to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-3055896244066304815?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3055896244066304815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-scouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3055896244066304815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/3055896244066304815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-scouts.html' title='Girl Scouts'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-71688663261645347</id><published>2010-10-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:59:33.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I love my kids very much but I am glad to see them at school. They have been home since Friday. 4 days doesn't sound like a long time but Oh my Word..... it is!!! Now off to school they go this morning and I am happy for them to get an education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-71688663261645347?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/71688663261645347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/71688663261645347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/71688663261645347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1265890236964325055.post-2550878456077688061</id><published>2010-10-11T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:54:32.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/TLOwaeUo85I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KuJ7jyVYhB0/s1600/CIMG0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/TLOwaeUo85I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KuJ7jyVYhB0/s320/CIMG0109.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girlfriends daughter Julia. She stayed with us today. Hunter and her played really hard today, this is the after effect. She is on the steps, I got up for literally 2 minutes, when I came back I couldn't find her. So I started looking and she was no where to be found, instead of calling her mom and telling her that I lost yet another kid, (whole other story) I just kept looking. I happen to look up and this is what I saw!!! It was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1265890236964325055-2550878456077688061?l=boyerworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2550878456077688061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/julia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2550878456077688061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1265890236964325055/posts/default/2550878456077688061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyerworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/julia.html' title='Julia'/><author><name>Busy Boyers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11425621392683093371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/SrET8-VfNRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RQolMePc0yY/S220/DSC_0707.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0LmI7wID-uc/TLOwaeUo85I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KuJ7jyVYhB0/s72-c/CIMG0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
