<?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-2982872637786314555</id><updated>2011-12-09T13:04:31.524-05:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Biking'/><category term='Picnic'/><category term='Gret'/><category term='Jaguar'/><category term='Papaw'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Gluttony'/><category term='Equine'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Lexi'/><category term='Jag'/><title type='text'>Wilson Red Heads</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7157829507557286215</id><published>2009-02-16T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:08:46.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some more pictures of Princess Darling at the Princess breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoNpZX-rPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jEkaKNDYdr4/s1600-h/princess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303566516019440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoNpZX-rPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jEkaKNDYdr4/s320/princess2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoNIFtw2fI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PdExWFxwG3U/s1600-h/princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303565943806417394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoNIFtw2fI/AAAAAAAAAjM/PdExWFxwG3U/s320/princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7157829507557286215?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7157829507557286215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7157829507557286215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7157829507557286215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7157829507557286215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/princess-darling.html' title='Princess Darling'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoNpZX-rPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jEkaKNDYdr4/s72-c/princess2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1056188994835610435</id><published>2009-02-16T19:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:58:14.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaguar Turns 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jag turned 7 on February 15!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year we surprised him with a 4 wheeler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took right off and acted as though he had always been able to drive a 4 wheeler.  Bryson made him a sign that said Jag 7 with the 7 circled and stuck it on the front of the 4 wheeler.  Jag thought that was the coolest sign ever.  He said he was never going to take it off.  He is going to have his birthday party this next weekend at Chuck E Cheese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoKJM9RnrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Bw6ObiPD8nQ/s1600-h/4+wheeler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562664395513522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoKJM9RnrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Bw6ObiPD8nQ/s320/4+wheeler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoJhxwNrwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ykdJlR5LDFM/s1600-h/4+wheeler+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561987078074114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoJhxwNrwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ykdJlR5LDFM/s320/4+wheeler+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1056188994835610435?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1056188994835610435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1056188994835610435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1056188994835610435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1056188994835610435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/jaguar-turns-7.html' title='Jaguar Turns 7'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SZoKJM9RnrI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Bw6ObiPD8nQ/s72-c/4+wheeler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3933849410767799713</id><published>2009-02-08T20:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:45:40.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Darling Turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SPONGE BOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-C7lyt6EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xIPhztVCpzw/s1600-h/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300599246707091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-C7lyt6EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xIPhztVCpzw/s320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Darling decided she wanted a Sponge Bob birthday party. We decided to have it at a local Hampton's Inn so that everyone could go swimming and the mess would be some where besides our house. We had Donatoes pizza which always makes me happy. Then they tore into the Sponge Bob cake followed by a MONSTER SUNDAE!!! There was around 15 scoops of ice cream with M&amp;amp;M's, chocolate and strawberry syrup, topped off with a whole can of whipped cream all in one massive bowl. the kids thought it was great but some of the adults "Stacy" thought it was just a big gross germ infested bowl of sludge. The best part was seeing Stacy's face as Uncle Paul went over after the kids were through and started eating out of the bowl. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids seemed to have a great time swimming, eating and hitting the Pinata. We rented a room for the evening, and so did my parents, to give our kids and the cousins a chance to swim the next morning. As the kids swam the next morning there were 4 of us on our phones trying to call in to Walt Disney World to get a reservation at the new Contemporary Villas. It was the very first day they were accepting reservations so starting at 9 a.m. we started dialing for the next 1/2 hour 4 of us dialed until one of us got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-Cf0pAQZI/AAAAAAAAAis/x-RgidMZRk0/s1600-h/bob2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300598769656545682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-Cf0pAQZI/AAAAAAAAAis/x-RgidMZRk0/s320/bob2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPER JILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party did not go with out an incident though. I wasn't there so this is just from what has been told to me. As Jill sat there in the pool room keeping an ever watchful eye out over her 4 children she spotted a little boy that was drowning in the pool. Up in flash she was yelling Hey!! Hey!! Hey!! Your kid is drowning. Her attempt to get the peoples attention was drowned out by the pool rooms poor acoustics. So she walked down the steps fully clothed and rescued the little boy. At this point everyone was beginning to figure out some thing was going down. Super Jill with the boy in one arm and her coffee safely above her head in the other hand she continued walking the boy down to his parents in the deep end yelling HEY YOUR BOY WAS DROWNING!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-CEqP_oeI/AAAAAAAAAik/JiRrjjSw-kM/s1600-h/super+jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300598303010824674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-CEqP_oeI/AAAAAAAAAik/JiRrjjSw-kM/s320/super+jill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she changed into her dry swim suit and a chocolate stained cover-up thanks to Courtney. With out dry shoes she had to wear her 7 year old son's snow boots home. All in a days work for SUPER JILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3933849410767799713?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3933849410767799713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3933849410767799713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3933849410767799713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3933849410767799713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2009/02/winter-darling-turns-3.html' title='Winter Darling Turns 3'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SY-C7lyt6EI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xIPhztVCpzw/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2933127129198259618</id><published>2009-01-26T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:56:10.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WDW 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you believe that we did not go to WDW in the year 2008.  However we will probably go at least twice in 2009 so it all evens out in the long run.  Little Winnie had been really excited to go to WDW and get a princess dress.   She had said for a couple of months before we went that she was going to let her daddy buy her a little mermaid princess dress.  The first night we were there we went to downtown Disney to buy our tickets and look around.  We went into the store that sells princess dresses and she picked out this white Cinderella dress.  The most expensive of the bunch OF COURSE!!  Plus she needed the crown and the shoes and the necklace and the earrings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5xTDm1GVI/AAAAAAAAAic/g_5-S33P93s/s1600-h/WINNIERELLA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794784033904978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5xTDm1GVI/AAAAAAAAAic/g_5-S33P93s/s320/WINNIERELLA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed at the Beach Club Villas.  The pool is amazing.  Part of it was being renovated but it still was one of the coolest pools we had ever been to.  The best part is that a section of the pool is like being at the beach.  There is sand all the way around it and on the floor of the pool.  It is just like being at the ocean.  Except for the sharks and jelly fish but you can't have everything.  There is a sand dune in the middle of the pool where all the kids end up going where they can make sand castles.  I am not a big fan of pools or the ocean but I really enjoyed this one.  It was just shallow enough that Winnie could walk back and forth to the sand dune by herself and if you know Winnie that is a very important thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5w8K7ktaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pZP_Bwmnct0/s1600-h/POOL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794390862968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5w8K7ktaI/AAAAAAAAAiU/pZP_Bwmnct0/s320/POOL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5v_FKLYpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bQBZ3Dg_Dkc/s1600-h/POOL4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295793341341590162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5v_FKLYpI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bQBZ3Dg_Dkc/s320/POOL4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were only a 5 minute walk away from Epcot.  In fact we had a little trouble keeping that in mind.  We seemed to end up there 20 - 30 minutes before it opened.  It is a hard thing to get used to when it usually take you 45 minutes to and hour to get where you are going.  One evening the kids where in their pajamas and we took them over to Epcot for the fireworks and laser show.  It was great!!  When it was over we just walked back to the room and didn't have to fight any of the crowd.  The boat was about a 5 minute walk and it took us to Hollywood Studios(aka MGM)  I hate when they change things.  It took us about 15 - 20 minutes to get there.  I will put up some more pictures and tell a little bit more about the trip in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2933127129198259618?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2933127129198259618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2933127129198259618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2933127129198259618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2933127129198259618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2009/01/wdw-2009.html' title='WDW 2009'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SX5xTDm1GVI/AAAAAAAAAic/g_5-S33P93s/s72-c/WINNIERELLA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1845786001449904637</id><published>2008-08-11T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:50:54.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaguar spent most of the day Sunday asking me to build him a ramp that he could jump his bike off.   Eventually I caved in and built him this ramp.  He got a good start from about a 1/4 mile away :) and came flying down toward his ramp and over he went.  Just like he had been doing it for years.  The first thing he said was we need to make it higher :0!!  I added another board to the bottom and he spent the rest of the night jumping off of it.  Lexi came out and tried it a few times also.  As soon as I got home tonight Jag and Lexi came out and said we need the ramp even higher :0!!  So I added 2 more boards to it tonight and they both jumped off of it like it was nothing.  I am sure we gave not reached the maximum height of the ramp yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SKDb8QyijlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OLIlVVrDIPM/s1600-h/ramp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233424595350097490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SKDb8QyijlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OLIlVVrDIPM/s320/ramp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The was my try at the ramp on Jaguar's bike.  For some reason I don't seem to get the same amount of hang time as Jag does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SKDa7WbLvLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m2WzveeNM8c/s1600-h/ramp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233423480171248818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SKDa7WbLvLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/m2WzveeNM8c/s320/ramp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1845786001449904637?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1845786001449904637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1845786001449904637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1845786001449904637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1845786001449904637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/08/ramp.html' title='Ramp'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SKDb8QyijlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OLIlVVrDIPM/s72-c/ramp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4178988163993827339</id><published>2008-07-21T20:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:35:52.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Summer 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer is just flying by!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought King's Island tickets for Lexi birthday.  They had a special where you got 2 days for the price of one.  We went on June 12(Lexi's Birthday) the first time and July 15( no special reason) for the second time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lexi decided to try some of the bigger coasters this year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She rode the Beast and the Vortex.  The Beast is still my favorite roller coaster of all time, although I do notice it is beating me up a lot more than it used to.  Lexi has spent most of her summer playing outside, swimming, watching 3 seasons of Lost with me and Chandra, playing with her DS, and growing up :(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUzxr_TTjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ftOlr7WPD1Y/s1600-h/100_1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225639871348166194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUzxr_TTjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ftOlr7WPD1Y/s320/100_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Winnie just had to have her picture taken with Dora.  She has spent a lot of the summer playing outside with her brother, swimming, and watching her favorite movie The Princess and the Pauper (the Barbie version)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUzZDoLmeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QyMtks0Dvdw/s1600-h/100_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225639448196913634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUzZDoLmeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QyMtks0Dvdw/s320/100_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jag still has fun on some of the smaller rides with his sister.  Winnie and Jag loved the Swiper Sweeper in the picture below.  He loves to go on the spiny type of rides with me.  He has spent his summer playing in the sand, still driving his jeep, riding his new bike, helping me put hay in the hay mound :), swimming, and wishing he had a DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUytCf-e3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/1eUrmTcfPXU/s1600-h/100_1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225638691979819890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUytCf-e3I/AAAAAAAAAZE/1eUrmTcfPXU/s320/100_1547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie is very independent.  She doesn't want any help with anything.  She insisted that she ride the carousel horse by herself.  If I even laid my hand on his rump she wanted me to take it off.  She has been trying to potty train herself.  She wants to do it by herself.  Chandra keeps an eye on her from around the corner and says everything has been going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUxTAnDuhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JksC0FQd-t0/s1600-h/100_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225637145284426258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUxTAnDuhI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JksC0FQd-t0/s320/100_1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4178988163993827339?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4178988163993827339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4178988163993827339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4178988163993827339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4178988163993827339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-2008.html' title='Summer 2008'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SIUzxr_TTjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/ftOlr7WPD1Y/s72-c/100_1536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4564063573099947463</id><published>2008-07-07T19:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:48:05.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the 4th of July out at Chandra's brothers house.  His birthday was on the 5th so we thought we would go out and remind him that he was turning 40.  Nothing says Happy Birthday like having 8 people invade your house.  He wanted these new type of shoes for his birthday.  They look like you are wearing Gorilla Feet.  We had more fun watching him trying to get his short stubby toes into the toe pockets(that is what they are called) then he will probably have wearing them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKm5wE136I/AAAAAAAAAY0/W4zYZsRurCQ/s1600-h/gorilla+feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220418429163790242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKm5wE136I/AAAAAAAAAY0/W4zYZsRurCQ/s320/gorilla+feet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids had to try on Paul's different Star Wars helmets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmwvjihyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bY4jVBMOSvc/s1600-h/way+too+small+for+a+clone+trooper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220418274405287714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmwvjihyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bY4jVBMOSvc/s320/way+too+small+for+a+clone+trooper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmWbD4xaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3RO7A3Kodms/s1600-h/clone+jag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220417822227219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmWbD4xaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3RO7A3Kodms/s320/clone+jag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmJ3j94uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bbMkjEeB6HE/s1600-h/bobba+lexi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220417606539666146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKmJ3j94uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/bbMkjEeB6HE/s320/bobba+lexi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have some ice cream and cupcakes for his birthday.  This is Winnie about 1/2 through eating her cupcake.  They kept on saying it looked like a crime scene.  She had red icing every where from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.  I thought she looked more like a clown with a really bad make-up job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKl812AEDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rFo2AQnOPfU/s1600-h/winnie+bloody+cupcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220417382740135986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKl812AEDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/rFo2AQnOPfU/s320/winnie+bloody+cupcake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a few hours of the trip down at a park near Paul's house.  The kids really loved playing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKlwgTWOZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/mVKgBNG-lR4/s1600-h/weed+wire+and+winnie+7408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220417170799212946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKlwgTWOZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/mVKgBNG-lR4/s320/weed+wire+and+winnie+7408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi is sitting in her favorite place of the park.  It was a spinning ride that was off center that everyone of us loved.  Some more than others.  Winnie loved the Piggy ride that Jag is sitting on.  She would rock it as hard as she could while making piggy sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKlbkfqZlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/91ke0ja3i_c/s1600-h/wilsons+at+park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220416811147355730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKlbkfqZlI/AAAAAAAAAYE/91ke0ja3i_c/s320/wilsons+at+park.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4564063573099947463?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4564063573099947463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4564063573099947463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4564063573099947463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4564063573099947463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SHKm5wE136I/AAAAAAAAAY0/W4zYZsRurCQ/s72-c/gorilla+feet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4248570576919298470</id><published>2008-06-13T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:09:39.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTITUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMZ_cDUagI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0tKWUrHikow/s1600-h/100_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211537771450362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMZ_cDUagI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0tKWUrHikow/s320/100_1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4248570576919298470?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4248570576919298470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4248570576919298470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4248570576919298470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4248570576919298470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/06/attitude.html' title='ATTITUDE'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMZ_cDUagI/AAAAAAAAAX8/0tKWUrHikow/s72-c/100_1565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-9104582440943421075</id><published>2008-06-13T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:05:32.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lexi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Little Lexi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turned 10 on June 12th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have hit the double digits :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more years we will have a Teenager :0 :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMXsOu6MFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8xTYTIWJmsk/s1600-h/100_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211535242434326610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMXsOu6MFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8xTYTIWJmsk/s320/100_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi wanted a 70's party this year.  This is her cake with a Skittles peace symbol on it.  They are all upstairs now running around yelling and screaming so  I thought I would catch up on my Blog.  We had a cook out in the rain. :)  I heard one of the girls tell her mom that we had eaten smoked hot dogs for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMXQ6wTmzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9nLDEbZPhcg/s1600-h/100_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211534773215009586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMXQ6wTmzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9nLDEbZPhcg/s320/100_1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They got to go swimming for a couple of hours in between the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-9104582440943421075?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/9104582440943421075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=9104582440943421075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9104582440943421075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9104582440943421075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-lexi.html' title='Happy Birthday Lexi'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SFMXsOu6MFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8xTYTIWJmsk/s72-c/100_1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5083707177403554751</id><published>2008-04-27T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:50:18.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Fun Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said in the earlier post the only bad part about today was it was almost over.  Well at 9:30 p.m. I received a call from a neighbor that was having trouble loading their horse into a trailer.  They had been trying for over 3 hours by the time they decided to call me.  This is the kind of thing I live for.  The only problem was they were not at home which is less than a mile from our house they were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mohican&lt;/span&gt; State Park :0  So off I went.  It is just about a hour drive one way.  By the time I got there they all looked pretty exhausted.  There was the husband and wife, her mother and their 2 young boys and of course 2 horses one of which was doing his best impression of a liberal(DONKEY) :)  Anyways I took the horse and whispered to him and wouldn't you know in less than 5 minutes he was loaded. :)  God knew that I wasn't ready for this day to be over yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5083707177403554751?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5083707177403554751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5083707177403554751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5083707177403554751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5083707177403554751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-fun-today.html' title='More Fun Today!!'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4738600323946943988</id><published>2008-04-27T19:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:30:34.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Nice Spring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUJiT2yJFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hUdPcBOU7JQ/s1600-h/lexi+cookout2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194068230291989586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUJiT2yJFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hUdPcBOU7JQ/s320/lexi+cookout2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUJGD2yJEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TMGvHVDk7sQ/s1600-h/cookout+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194067744960685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUJGD2yJEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/TMGvHVDk7sQ/s320/cookout+2008.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent most of the day outside today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had our lunch outside on the patio and then spent the rest of the day playing, biking, and mowing. Then we decided to have a little cook out for dinner. The kids favorite part of any cook out are the smores. Jag was a real gentleman he gave his seat to his mom so she could sit by me he said he is your husband you know. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only bad part about today is that it is almost over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that is why God makes tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4738600323946943988?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4738600323946943988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4738600323946943988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4738600323946943988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4738600323946943988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-nice-spring-day.html' title='Another Nice Spring Day'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUJiT2yJFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/hUdPcBOU7JQ/s72-c/lexi+cookout2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2652808838053495565</id><published>2008-04-27T18:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:10:01.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnierella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUE7j2yJDI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jdr0np-oqak/s1600-h/winnierella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194063166525547570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUE7j2yJDI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jdr0np-oqak/s320/winnierella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss Winnie is having a ball running around in all of Lexi's old princess dresses.  She insists on being called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Winnierella&lt;/span&gt; when in her Cinderella dress.  The dress she has on is the first princess dress that I bought Lexi.  Chandra and I will never forget that first dress.  A few years ago Lexi decided she didn't want any more princess dresses. :(   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite parts of taking her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WDW&lt;/span&gt; was the time me and her spent together picking out a new gown, so needless to say I was a little bummed by her growing up.  However I now have another PRINCESS in training and will get a few more years of picking out dresses with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Winnierella&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2652808838053495565?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2652808838053495565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2652808838053495565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2652808838053495565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2652808838053495565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/winnierella.html' title='Winnierella'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SBUE7j2yJDI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jdr0np-oqak/s72-c/winnierella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7065315852762937472</id><published>2008-04-26T16:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:43:00.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a little aggravated but also honored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you go back to October 8 2007 in my blog you will see that I initially laid out the plan for operation chaos.  Rush Limbaugh obviously has been reading my blog and has now implemented my idea as his own.  I guess as long as the Liberals are being screwed with I really don't care who gets the credit.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are all a bunch of Donkeys anways :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~___(\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   /&lt; &gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7065315852762937472?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7065315852762937472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7065315852762937472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7065315852762937472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7065315852762937472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/operation-chaos.html' title='Operation Chaos'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-9179570902155375014</id><published>2008-04-25T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:03:47.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.numberwatch.co.uk/warmlist.htm"&gt;List&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone sent me this link above.  It takes you to a site that has everything listed that Global Warming has caused :0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me a BREAK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had diarrhea last Tuesday I think it maybe was caused by Global Warming :)  Trust me it felt like it was on fire coming out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the only thing that can be blamed for more things going wrong in the world then Global Warming is a FARRIER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-9179570902155375014?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/9179570902155375014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=9179570902155375014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9179570902155375014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9179570902155375014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/global-warming-list.html' title='Global Warming List'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3433216717571331708</id><published>2008-04-25T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:55:20.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell that Spring is here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I come home filthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stink like a nasty horse hoof!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have horse hair all over me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The flies are already biting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My back is killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sweating like a fat boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone needs their horse shod by this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't stop moaning and groaning all week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3433216717571331708?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3433216717571331708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3433216717571331708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3433216717571331708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3433216717571331708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring Is Here!!'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4576293167371970464</id><published>2008-04-24T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:41:59.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/P/PETA_LAB_MEAT?SITE=FLTAM&amp;amp;SECTION=US"&gt;Peta &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The link above is to a  story about Peta offering a million dollars to the first scientist that creates a meat substitute that taste like chicken.  Which shouldn't be hard since everything taste like chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can already tell you that I am not going to like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4576293167371970464?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4576293167371970464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4576293167371970464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4576293167371970464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4576293167371970464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/peta.html' title='Peta'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6644889823906170418</id><published>2008-04-24T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:22:10.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greengate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmontonsun.com/News/Edmonton/2008/04/21/5343616-sun.html"&gt;GREEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;You have to click on the link above.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;A bunch of eco-friendly groups were trying to celebrate Earth Day by telling all about Global Warming when they had to take refuge in a tent due to a blizzard.  Stories like these just warm my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6644889823906170418?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6644889823906170418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6644889823906170418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6644889823906170418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6644889823906170418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/greengate.html' title='Greengate'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7929610635874279576</id><published>2008-04-21T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:40:08.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Toilet Story</title><content type='html'>Well we had another episode this evening.  After a fun filled day poor little Lexi got sick and threw up.  Chandra being the good parent was in the bathroom helping Lexi.  Chandra was starting to dry heave while looking at the toilet so she flushed it in the middle of the transaction.  It wasn't until it was all over that Lexi suddenly realized that she must have threw up her retainer. :0  With Chandra being over zealous on the mid-vomit flush my guess would be that it is now in our septic tank.  Which is all right because I know that I could not have reached in and got it and I doubt Chandra could have either.  Even  if we could get it back Lexi probably wouldn't  want to wear it again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7929610635874279576?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7929610635874279576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7929610635874279576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7929610635874279576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7929610635874279576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-toilet-story.html' title='Another Toilet Story'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8679130406602934651</id><published>2008-04-21T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:29:23.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a wonderful day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lexi and I had a Daddy Day. We haven't had one for a while, so about 6 weeks ago we scheduled today as a Daddy Day. I let Lexi skip school and we went out to see a movie, went shopping, and ate out at Bob Evans for breakfast. We went to see the movie Nims Island since my uncle Mark and his daughter had seen it not too long ago and really enjoyed it. We both thought it was a pretty good movie. Lexi got a bear at the Build a Bear store for her and Winnie to share. She bought it a Cinderella dress since that is about all that Winnie wears anymore. We have to call Winnie, Winnierella while she has the dress on so that is what we named the bear. She bought herself a pair of black and white checkered shoes, it is like going shopping with Chandra 20 years ago. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8679130406602934651?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8679130406602934651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8679130406602934651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8679130406602934651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8679130406602934651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddy-day.html' title='Daddy Day'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4979936859593375640</id><published>2008-04-20T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:26:49.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Coin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAvMZ8NPV1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/r5qzm55mtkY/s1600-h/2008PresDollarCoinBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191467741505083218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAvMZ8NPV1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/r5qzm55mtkY/s320/2008PresDollarCoinBanner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few months ago I received a email stating not to spend these dollar coins because "In God We Trust" was no longer on the coin.  I made note of it and was not going to even touch one of these coins.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we drove 1/2 way to my sisters place, which ends up being around Dayton, to eat out for her and my mother's birthdays.  They were both born on April 22 different years though.  Anyways after drinking 3-4 glasses of Pepsi at the restaurant I ended up having to stop at the rest area.  Of course I had to get a drink after going to the bathroom for the rest of the ride home. :)  All I had was a $10 bill but that was no problem they had a change machine right there.  Wouldn't you know I put the $10 bill in and out came 10 dollar coins 8 of which were the new coins.  There was 2 other older men there and I showed them the coins and complained about the fact that the phrase "In God We Trust" was no longer on these coins.  They agreed that it was a shame.  So down the road we went with me just ranting and raving about the fact of the missing phrase.  Chandra decided that she should take the coins into the bank and give them back and tell them she was not going to spend any money that did not have "In God We Trust" on it.  Good now we have a plan how to handle this.  Down the road we went me feeling pretty smug that Chandra was going to take care of this, when I noticed there was something written on the edge of these coins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Guess what!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There it is on the edge "In God We Trust"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't really care for where it is located but at least it is still on the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4979936859593375640?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4979936859593375640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4979936859593375640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4979936859593375640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4979936859593375640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/dollar-coin.html' title='Dollar Coin'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAvMZ8NPV1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/r5qzm55mtkY/s72-c/2008PresDollarCoinBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7522349145941591860</id><published>2008-04-18T18:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:32:51.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Be-Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAkt8sRfnpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n9NQK-XCIjg/s1600-h/LL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190730566221143698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAkt8sRfnpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n9NQK-XCIjg/s320/LL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You just keep getting better and better looking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7522349145941591860?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7522349145941591860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7522349145941591860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7522349145941591860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7522349145941591860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-be-pa.html' title='Happy Birthday Be-Pa'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/SAkt8sRfnpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/n9NQK-XCIjg/s72-c/LL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8967430146304548955</id><published>2008-04-17T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:10:24.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Church In A Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daytondailynews.com/search/content/oh/story/business/2008/04/14/ddn041408churchbarweb.html"&gt;Church In A Bar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all I am glad HE(Jesus) saved a Wretch like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that said I have kind of mixed emotions about the article above.  I definitely think it is great to reach out and worship with others and meet them where they are.  I do have a concern that in doing so that we(Church) sometimes become so much like the world that no one can tell the difference.  Where do we draw the line? Should we have Church in a brothel?  I know I know Jesus hung around with a prostitute, but I don't know that he would have went into her place of business during business hours and had a worship service.  I don't think I could ever go to the Lions Den for a Church service.  Although they do seem to get a larger turn out on Sunday mornings then some of our local Churches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8967430146304548955?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8967430146304548955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8967430146304548955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8967430146304548955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8967430146304548955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/church-in-bar.html' title='Church In A Bar'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2315403196837180030</id><published>2008-04-17T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:16:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Took You Sooo Long?</title><content type='html'>A few years ago when I was still in High School, o.k. it's been a little longer then a few years, I was in the Pep Band (Nerd).  Well after the game was over and I was done I always phoned my dad to get a ride home.  I actually had to use the pay phone there were no cellular phones yet.  My dad always showed up in just about 15 minutes from the time I called him except for one evening.  I had phoned him and stood there waiting, 15 minutes went by then 20 then 25.... &lt;br /&gt;Finally he showed up.  I jumped into the car and said WHAT TOOK YOU SOOO LONG?!!!  Right then I got the look that said you had better shut your mouth now before I just leave you right here.  My dad worked 3rd shift and always slept during the day and when I would call he would come flying out of his bedroom half awake, stumbling to get to the phone.   It was close to Christmas and we had bought a bunch of 1/2 pound boxes of chocolates as Christmas presents.  That evening my dog Daisy had decided to sample a few of the boxes.  The chocolates had upset poor Daisy's stomach and she had left a few piles of puke outside my dad's bedroom door.  Imagine flying out of your bedroom door half awake to answer the phone just to slip and fall in a pile of puked up chocolate Santa clauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry Daisy felt much better after she got it all out of her system :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2315403196837180030?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2315403196837180030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2315403196837180030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2315403196837180030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2315403196837180030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-took-you-sooo-long.html' title='What Took You Sooo Long?'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7332430854412424218</id><published>2008-04-16T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:44:02.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super</title><content type='html'>The other day I was asked to shoe a new horse in one of the barns I go to.  Being the nice guy that I am I said I would do the horse.  :)  The owner brings out the horse and put in into the cross ties so that I can go about my business.  Just as I get the first foot done and place it back on the floor the owner says SUPER.  I was thinking it does look pretty good if I do say so myself.  I always wonder what a new owner is going to think about the way I shoe their horse and obviously this one was impressed.  I just grinned and started on the second foot.  As I am nailing the shoe on the second foot another person in the barn goes by and says SUPER!!  I was amazed that I was at a barn where obviously everyone knew quality work when they saw it.  That doesn't happen every day.  It wasn't too much longer when a little girl about 10 years old came by and petted the horse.  I was a little humbled when I heard her say how is SUPER doing today. :0  Well I guess the horses name is Super. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't that just SUPER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7332430854412424218?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7332430854412424218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7332430854412424218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7332430854412424218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7332430854412424218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/super.html' title='Super'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6318359353596520170</id><published>2008-04-16T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T15:44:12.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Million</title><content type='html'>I am trying not to get too excited yet but I very possibly could win $5000 a week for the rest of my life.  Publishers Clearing House have been sending multiple emails stating that I am getting into the final drawing.  One of the last ones stated that someone in the Columbus area with the initials JW will definitely be a winner of at least $100.  I'll try not to forget all my friends when I win my Millions. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6318359353596520170?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6318359353596520170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6318359353596520170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6318359353596520170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6318359353596520170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-million.html' title='Second Million'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6440491381868271109</id><published>2008-04-13T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:18:59.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Dollars</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing around one of my favorite horseshoeing web sites tonight, I came across a post from a farrier that stated he had already made his first million and was working on his next.  At first I was impressed and a little jealous until Chandra and I started to figure up what we had earned since we started working many years ago.  Well the jealousy went away and was replaced by depression on my part.  We have already made our first million and are working on our next.  What depressed me was looking around trying to figure out how we have already spent over a million dollars. :0 :0 :0&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to think it was spent on Biggie Dr. Peppers and King Sized candy bars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6440491381868271109?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6440491381868271109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6440491381868271109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6440491381868271109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6440491381868271109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/million-dollars.html' title='Million Dollars'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3039666118530323409</id><published>2008-04-12T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:39:59.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone sent me this today by email and I thought I would share it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RED SKELTON'S RECIPE&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PERFECT MARRIAGE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. Two times a week we go to a nice restaurant, have a Little beverage, good food and companionship She goes on Tuesdays; I go on Fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. We also sleep in separate beds.  Hers is in California , and mine is in Kentucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I take my wife everywhere.... But she keeps finding her way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. She has an electric blender, electric Toaster and electric bread maker.  She said "There are too many gadgets, and no place To sit down!" So I bought her an electric chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. My wife told me the car wasn't running well Because there was water in the carburetor.  I asked where the car was. She told me, "In the lake." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. She got a mud pack, and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late For the garbage?" The driver said, "No, jump in".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Remember: Marriage is the number one cause of divorce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. I married Miss Right.  I just didn't know her First name was ALWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months I don't like to interrupt her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. The last fight was my fault though. My wife asked, "What's on the TV?"  I said,  "Dust!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just hear him say all of these?I love it........those were the good old days When humor didn't have to start with a four letter word. It was just clean and simple fun.&lt;br /&gt;And he always ended his programs with the words,&lt;br /&gt;"God Bless" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3039666118530323409?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3039666118530323409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3039666118530323409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3039666118530323409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3039666118530323409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7828194197041767313</id><published>2008-04-11T12:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:32:37.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilets #2</title><content type='html'>Even the title is funny if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. the much anticipated continuation of the toilet stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate(along with everyone else) using porta-pots.  The only thing worse than using one is being in a hurry snatching the door open just as a 70 year old woman is in mid-wipe.  I am not sure who was more horrified her or me but we both screamed like little girls.  Believe it or not that was such a bad day in my life that that incident was the best part of the day.:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time my little nephew Andy came to our house he had to go.  We sat him in on the toilet and shut the door for some privacy.  A few minutes go by and we hear him gagging.  Are you alright?  Yes I'm fine.  So another few minutes go by and again we hear more gagging.  What's wrong?  Nothing I'm just pooping.  The poor little boy stinks so bad that he gags himself.  Even when my sister passes gas in her van the poor boy almost vomits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involves going to the bathroom but there is no toilet involved.  Chandra was a kid at camp Maranatha swimming in the lake, when the urge suddenly hit.  The bathrooms were too far away for her liking so she proceeded to contaminate the lake.  A little flounce of the bathing suit and away the evidence floated.  Don't ever swim down stream of Chandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next one is about my eating an entire medium sausage Donatoes pizza by myself.  It wasn't long after that my stomach started to percolate.  I was hoping to make it home but it wasn't going to happen.  I told Chandra to pull over at the next gas station.  The count down had begun and there was no way to terminate it.  I went flying into the gas station and made a b-line to the mens restrooms just to see OUT OF ORDER.  I turned around and looked at the cashier and she saw the panic on my face and she yelled out across the store USE THE WOMENS.  I have heard stories that they had to replace the toilet in the womens restroom after I was through.  The best part was the look on the 2 womens faces when I finally came out. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaguar flushed his underwear down the toilet.  We had to completely remove the toilet and pull the underwear out of the bottom of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more stories but that is all I think of right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7828194197041767313?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7828194197041767313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7828194197041767313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7828194197041767313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7828194197041767313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/toilets-2.html' title='Toilets #2'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1850059004527111648</id><published>2008-04-10T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:22:35.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilets</title><content type='html'>Another beautiful day.  I did a few horses this morning came back did one in my own barn and decided to go for another ride,  which was really nice.  Tonight was parent teacher conferences again.  Lexi and Jag had soccer practice so we asked Bepaw if he could take them and we pawned little Winnie off on my mom and dad.  That means me and Chandra could go out to eat by ourselves after the conferences.  Both kids are doing really well.  We decided to eat at Damons.  We had a real nice meal kind of a strange waiter but he kept up on the refills and got all of our order right so what else can you ask for.  Our conversation eventually ended up on toilets and some of our favorite toilet stories.  If you don't talk about kids, bill or work you have to talk about something.  :)  Actually what brought it up was my trip to the restroom.  Where when entering the stall I was greeted by one enormous turd just waiting to be flushed.  After a small dry heave I was able to send the big guy down the drain.  Of course I couldn't wait to get back to Chandra to tell her of the horrifying experience, which led to the whole toilet discussion.  See there is always a reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing better than having to flush someone else's business is to actually have to plunger it out of the way before you can go, which is what happened to Chandra earlier today at the oil change place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few of our toilet stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one happened a few years ago when I took Lexi and Jag Christmas shopping.  Well I got the urge and had to take them in with me.  So we picked out the big handicap stall and I put them in the corner and preceded to do my business.  Everything was good until they both started to dry heave and gag themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one where my sister reached in a toilet to fish out a hair barrette that my cousin had dropped into the bowl.  It was  a toilet at the Morrow County Fairgrounds during the fair so you know it was real clean.  The best thing was the look on my mom and aunt's face as they came out telling about their great fishing expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one where I know a woman who sat on a seat that still had a bunch of cleaning solution on it and it left a chemical burn on her bottom in the shape of a horseshoe. U :)  I am just glad I still didn't live at home and have to see if it was getting infected :0  I just figured out that my dad might be popping his lens out on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one where Bepaw swings a maul back and hits the toilet cracking it.  This leads to toilet water flooding out of the bowl and he panics and flushes the toilet thinking it will drain but it actually just produces more water to be gushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the automatic ones.  If you lean too far forward at any point during your transaction it flushes causing this tidal wave experience.  Even if you have finished your business and you are trying to leave you can not get out of the way before the splash.  I find myself always fumbling at the door to get it unlocked to get out of there before I hear the Swoosh but I am always caught off guard because even if you get the door unlocked it always swings in towards the toilet which places you in the ultimate splash zone.  It has come to the point where I now jump off snatch up my pants run to the front of the stall and hide in the corner I deem to be the farthest from the splash zone and hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more toilet stories I will share later. I bet you just can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOTTA GO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1850059004527111648?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1850059004527111648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1850059004527111648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1850059004527111648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1850059004527111648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/toilets.html' title='Toilets'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2070939171179062536</id><published>2008-04-09T14:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:25:41.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5iIdVENpJ_nw_4_l8vfg8S1qG-8SQD8VTS9N00"&gt;Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This story is just unbelievable. It really scares me to think where this country is heading. This woman basically goes out and tell the neighbor kids to get out of a tree and tells the father that the tree isn't there for them to be climbing around like monkeys. Well now the police have to be called and she gets a $75 fine disorderly conduct. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all this woman should have minded her own business. It was her neighbors children in their own tree with the parents watching. ENOUGH SAID!!!!! Leave it to a liberal to think they know how to raise your children better than you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With that said come on give me a break did the police really have to be called? I would have told her that they were my monkeys and I would let them climb anywhere I wanted on my own property. More than likely I would have left a banana in her mailbox the next morning. :) I have called my own kids monkeys many of times. They all resembled orangutans when they were little with little puffs of red hair coming off of the heads and waving their arms and bodies as they took their first few steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will tell you right now I would not pay the $75 and I definitely would not admit that I was being racist. Kids for years have been called monkeys and rightly so. For crying out loud they even have monkey bars to climb on. I'll bet you anything monkey bars will be called something else with in the next year or be removed all together because we don't want to offend anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This poor woman was just trying to teach the kids about evolution.  I maybe am starting to change my mind about this.  I think we should fine everyone that teaches that we come from monkeys.  These poor kids are getting mixed messages they go to school learn that we come from monkeys and that's all right but don't dare let anyone call them a monkey because that is just wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For some reason I am really craving a banana right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2070939171179062536?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2070939171179062536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2070939171179062536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2070939171179062536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2070939171179062536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/monkey.html' title='Monkey'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2562050191190597286</id><published>2008-04-08T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:49:16.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counter</title><content type='html'>I put a counter on my Blog on March 31 just to see how many people were actually visiting my Blog.  Since March 31 I have had 53 different people visit the blog.  Wow!!  I thought there was only a handful of people.  If you have a second just leave a comment so that I know who now knows all about my Charlie Angel Phase. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2562050191190597286?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2562050191190597286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2562050191190597286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2562050191190597286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2562050191190597286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/counter.html' title='Counter'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7457441537778477519</id><published>2008-04-07T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:45:13.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>It is April again my least favorite month for many reasons.  The main one being taxes.  I shouldn't complain too much because Chandra does all the preparing of the taxes and she just gets the pleasure of me coming home every night saying  I OWE WHAT??  The last few years I have paid enough quarterly that by April 15 I don't get any back but usually I have a couple of hundred to but towards the first quarterly payment which is due also on April 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I claim everything that I make and tend to get a lot of crap about doing so.  I have alot of people pay me in cash and tell me you don't have to claim this the government gets too much as it is, Wink Wink.  Although I do think we pay too much in taxes which is not spent nearly like I think it should be, it really drives me nuts to hear people say this.  Mainly because these are the same people that just 2 seconds earlier were telling me the main problem I have with people coming here illegally is that they don't pay taxes.  :0  WHAT?   I don't like people coming here illegally either and I would like them to help me with paying their share of the taxes.  It just seems to be a little like a double standard to say they should pay their taxes and I should not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7457441537778477519?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7457441537778477519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7457441537778477519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7457441537778477519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7457441537778477519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-9034964833465426449</id><published>2008-04-07T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:13:11.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision</title><content type='html'>As you get older your vision tends to fade and you find yourself needing glasses that have bi-focals. My dad has been wearing his bi-focals for a while now. A few days ago he woke up put his glasses on and everything was blurry out of one eye. He took a few minutes to let his eyes adjust like everyone does in the morning. Well it never got any better. He thought maybe his blood pressure or something was effecting his vision. He kept adjusting his glasses trying to see if he could get the bi-focals to bring something into focus. For 2 days this went on until my mom was looking at him and noticed that his one lens looked way too clean. He hadn't bothered to try and clean his glasses to see if something was on them, because if he would have he would have noticed that he had lost a lens 2 days earlier. I always have heard that your vision was the second thing to go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUH???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-9034964833465426449?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/9034964833465426449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=9034964833465426449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9034964833465426449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/9034964833465426449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/vision.html' title='Vision'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7421153427318375232</id><published>2008-04-06T18:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:51:27.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought I would share about one of my greatest horse training experiences.  We had just had Lexi and was still in the process of renovating the barn into a place to live along with a place to train horses from.  I was really stressed.  I just didn't know how everything was going to work out and I am someone who likes to know and plan out every detail of my life.  How in the world was I going to be able to support my new family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I brought the first horse in for training into our nice newly renovated barn.  I had built all the stalls by hand.  Earlier that day I had filled a stall with straw, had put a couple of flakes of hay in the feeder and filled the water bucket.  As I tried to walk the horse into the stall he bulked at the door of the stall.  He would not even try to go into the stall.  I was getting a little frustrated after he kept refusing to go into the stall.  I just could not believe this here I was the trainer and I could not even get this horse into the stall how was ever going to be able to ride him.  Finally I just turned towards the horse and said You Stupid horse what is wrong with you.  If you just follow me all of your needs will be taken care of.  I have a place for you to sleep, you will have food, you will have water, and for crying out loud I will even clean you up after  you have made a mess of things.  Right then I heard the Holy Spirit say THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!!!!   WOW!!! You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I had such a sense of peace at that moment.  All the worries about how everything was going to work out just melted away.  I am not joking you right then the horse just put his head down and walked right into the stall.   Often in the Bible Jesus would communicate with the people on their level of understanding and I think on this day he communicated with me in such a way that I would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7421153427318375232?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7421153427318375232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7421153427318375232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7421153427318375232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7421153427318375232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3020444999511740195</id><published>2008-04-06T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:25:42.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I always say that I like it cold but today was a nice change for once.  It was BEAUTIFUL.  The kids loved being outside playing in the sand box, running, riding their bikes and swinging.  Little Winnie is having no problem keeping up with her brother and sister.  As she is playing you hear her singing Twinkle Twinkle little star blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.  She only knows the beginning really well.  I had a good day.  Jackie, my cousins wife, and her mom let me ride their horse.  It has been too long since I rode and it isn't until I am on one that I realize how much I miss riding.  I was able to swing up on by grabbing a hold of the horn, but it wasn't pretty.  The only thing worse was when I mounted it bare back after we took the saddle off.  I used to be able to mount a horse bare back like there was a saddle on it not anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~___(\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.../&lt; &gt;\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3020444999511740195?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3020444999511740195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3020444999511740195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3020444999511740195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3020444999511740195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4034324345170347978</id><published>2008-04-04T16:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:29:41.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's Angels NOT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_aWUPLgw5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/1cfuTT8KlmI/s1600-h/Stephanie,%2520Grandma%2520and%2520Lula%2520wish%2520you%2520a%2520Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185497295380071314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_aWUPLgw5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/1cfuTT8KlmI/s320/Stephanie,%2520Grandma%2520and%2520Lula%2520wish%2520you%2520a%2520Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Once upon a time there were three beautiful girls who went to the police academy, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that and now they work for me. My name is Charlie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO ANGELS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright Chandra is threatening me with telling one of my little secrets. She says she can tell it her way or I can tell it my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIRST OF ALL I AM NOT GAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back when I was a kid and Charlie's Angels came on TV I just loved the angels. In Fact I liked them so much I wanted to be one. So I took my boy scout survival kit which had the plate, fork etc all in a nice carrying case and removed all the stuff inside which left me with a empty bag that had a strap on it so it basically became a purse. Next I took my cap gun and placed it in my little purse. :0 All I needed now was some boots that zipped up the side, which luckily I had talked my mom into buying me. Now the ensemble was complete, so the rest of the day was spent with me running around (in my boots) outside pulling my gun out at every corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time I will tell you about my Daisy Duke phase:0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4034324345170347978?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4034324345170347978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4034324345170347978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4034324345170347978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4034324345170347978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlies-angels-not.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Angels NOT!!!'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_aWUPLgw5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/1cfuTT8KlmI/s72-c/Stephanie,%2520Grandma%2520and%2520Lula%2520wish%2520you%2520a%2520Happy%2520New%2520Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3968028250110955601</id><published>2008-04-03T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:53:20.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Wagon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have fallen off the wagon.  It is all this Easter candy laying around here.  I think Chandra is buying all this junk food just to keep me fatter than her so she can feel better.  :))))  I am not smiling these are just all my chins coming back home.  We haven't worked out in over a week.  The spring break just really screwed us up and got us off of our routine.  Well I got to go I hear some Cadbury eggs calling my name. :))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3968028250110955601?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3968028250110955601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3968028250110955601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3968028250110955601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3968028250110955601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/off-wagon.html' title='Off The Wagon'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2933225529524874462</id><published>2008-04-02T19:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:34:03.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_QXgPLgw4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Dxy-_bl_bXM/s1600-h/winnie+swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184794913608352642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_QXgPLgw4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Dxy-_bl_bXM/s320/winnie+swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this not just the cutest little girl you ever saw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2933225529524874462?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2933225529524874462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2933225529524874462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2933225529524874462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2933225529524874462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R_QXgPLgw4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Dxy-_bl_bXM/s72-c/winnie+swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2560368376642834679</id><published>2008-03-31T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:05:58.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately every where I go it just seems like people are more and more rude.  This last week end at the Great Wolf Lodge Chandra &amp;amp; I experienced it a few times mainly on the elevators.  Over the years we have tried to teach our kids elevator etiquette if there is such a thing.  Like to stand back when the doors open and let the people come off, wait your turn if someone was there before you let them get on first and try to make room for everyone.  This last weekend twice we seen grown adults one woman and one man just push there way through the crowd to get their butts in the elevator.  The man basically pushed a little girl to the side so he could get in there first.  He was just lucky it wasn't my little girl.  Like my dad would say I didn't know whether to pray for him or just smack him in the face.  :)  It was not the kids it was the adults.  Even little Winnie would say thank you as we got off the elevator to the people standing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then on the way home we stopped at a gas station to get some milk.  I got the gallon of milk walked up to the counter to pay for it as the 2 employees were having a discussion that was a little pg13 to R in content.  I placed the milk on the counter, the guy grabbed it never looking at me  and rang it up.  He never said a word to me just kept talking to his little lady employee that was standing next to him as he thrusted his hand out towards me as to say hurry up give me some money.  I finally looked at the screen to see what I owed gave him a 5 dollar bill.  He gave me my change and never did look at me or say a word to me.   I don't want his life story I would just like for him to say Your Total is #### and when he gives me my change maybe a thank you or thanks for stopping.  I definitely don't want to hear the trash that was coming out of his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This seems to happen more and more.  Even at the drive thru at most of the fast food places.  It is like they can't even talk to you.  They are so busy talking to there buddies or the next person behind you placing an order that they just want you to sit there as they snatch the money from your hand and then shove the food at you as fast as they can.  Heaven forbid if you want some ketchup or a couple of napkins.  One time I sat at a McDonalds drive thru after they gave me my food because they did not give me any napkins and I just wanted a napkin.  They basically threw the food at me slammed the window shut before I could even ask for anything.  I sat there for just a minute when the window flew back open and I fully thought the gal would say did we forget something or do you need something.  NO they just shoved 2 more bags of food at me not even realizing that they had already served me once.  Then she looked at like she didn't even know what a napkin was nobody has ever wanted one of those before. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK now I got myself worked up here.  The other thing that bothers me is when they won't let you order.  You start your order "I would like ###" and before you even finish your sentence they are already talking.  Would you like that in a combo? No  Do you want to Biggie Size it? NO Would you like to try our ###? NO  OK your total is ### Wait I am not done ordering yet.  They never let you finish an order without interrupting you.  DRIVES ME NUTS!!!!  I guess you just can't make me happy one talks too much and the other doesn't talk enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another thing!!!:)  When you are standing at the counter you have already ordered and they are now traying up your order.  They say there you go I THINK it is all there.  No I need 2 more cokes and 3 more fries and we had a baked potato.  They get 2 more cokes and say there you go.  I still need 3 more fries and the baked potato.  They go over and fuss around with the fries for 3 minutes and finally come back with 2 fries and say there you go.  NOOO I still need 1 more fry and a baked potato.  Then they look at you like you are and idiot and then proceed to check to receipt to see if that is what you ordered when they just took the order 3 minutes ago.  The one thing that doesn't really bother me is if you overcharge me a little bit as long as all the food is there and is right I don't really even pay attention to the amount you charge me.  However this is where Chandra comes into play,  as Stacy can testify from a trip with Chandra to a McDonalds that tried to over charge her.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is funny because things that really bother me doesn't bother Chandra at all and the opposite is true.  One of the things that just DRIVES HER NUTS is people and places over charging her.  I am always surprised though just about every grocery store, clothes store, lumber store, or restaurant over charges you for 1 or more items and Chandra does a good job of keeping track of the prices and asking them when something is not right.  Very seldom do you get someone to say Oh I'm sorry about that I will take care of that right away.  Usually it is met more with a defensive demeanour  as they insist that you are an idiot and they could not possibly be wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you really want to get me started ask me about insurance companies.:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2560368376642834679?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2560368376642834679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2560368376642834679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2560368376642834679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2560368376642834679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/rudeness.html' title='Rudeness'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2775427650964500828</id><published>2008-03-31T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:57:55.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got up early Saturday morning and headed down towards Cincinnati to see a Castle.  Not before going to our usual breakfast place the Waffle House. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.lovelandcastle.com/"&gt;Loveland Castle&lt;/a&gt; is down in Loveland Ohio which is right next to Mason Ohio.  It was a pretty neat place.  I was amazed that Sir Harry Andrews built this castle by hand.  Jaguar just had to have a dagger that was for sale there.  It is just like a perfect sword for his size, although it may be a accident waiting to happen.  While we were there we ran into Aunt Krissy and Clayton.  They were there sizing the place up to see if they would like to get married there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the Castle we went to the Great Wolf Lodge and met up with Stacy &amp;amp; Shane and ALLLL their kids.:)  It was a really nice weekend just needed to last a little longer,  although we are all exhausted today.  Neither one of the kids wanted to get up and go to school after having last week off and then wearing themselves out at the water park.  After spending the weekend in a swimming suit I have decided there still is a lot of work to be done on this P90X body.  90 is an A so I guess I should say my P50X body.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2775427650964500828?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2775427650964500828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2775427650964500828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2775427650964500828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2775427650964500828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8931862391034478562</id><published>2008-03-26T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:54:54.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is spring break for the kids.  :) Yeah !!! Everyone loves spring break.  Makes you remember why you don't home school your kids. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been a little busy around here.  I decided to take off some time to try to finish some of the remodeling in our  bedroom.   We got a little behind in our working out with Easter and everything so first thing Monday morning I said let's work out before we start hanging drywall because I know I won't want to afterwards.  Not the greatest idea.  I was whooped before we ever got started.  By the next morning be were both moving pretty slowly.  I had visions of getting all this drywall hung in one day and even mudding some of it.  Didn't Happen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think there should be some sort of reality show where they show parents trying to remodel or even work out with 3 kids around.  You just haven't experienced Yoga until you done it with a 2 year old grasping a hold of both your legs yelling Ma Ma Ma Ma or some older kids behind you laughing because they can see certain cracks of your body.  Heaven forbid if you get a little too loose and a little gas comes out then everyone is rolling on the floor laughing.  I worked all day so no drywalling got done today.  I have tomorrow off so I will try to get some more done.  I am probably not going to work out though:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8931862391034478562?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8931862391034478562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8931862391034478562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8931862391034478562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8931862391034478562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-few-days.html' title='The Last Few Days'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2285999942471364712</id><published>2008-03-15T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:16:32.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Few More Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few more memories over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister and her boyfriend eating waffles the entire trip for breakfast. Then the car broke down on the way home and we stayed in a hotel with only a waffle house next door. All of a sudden her boyfriend says he doesn't want to eat at waffle house because he really doesn't care for waffles. I thought my mom or dad one was going to shove a waffle down his throat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Same trip after spending $1000's of dollars to take all of us my sisters boyfriend informs my parents they still owe him $10. :0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad hiding behind the door thinking it was me and Chandra coming into the room and jumping out and yelling BOO at some poor guy who was just bringing up some chocolate covered strawberries for a night snack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paul going up to get his breakfast coming back to the table just to find us all sitting there with shirts on that had him doing the claw with a Santa hat on his head. Then Paul thinking Kris added more hair to his arms in the picture when really that is just how hairy his arms are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom trying to give the toll booth gal her dollar and it blows away. My mom starts looking around for another dollar as the toll booth gal is yelling at us just to GO GO GO. So we went but my mom had her head sticking out of the window yelling back at her for the next 1/4 mile "I was going to give you another dollar". :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad always wearing jeans then going on the water rides just to find out the next day he has chaffed himself beyond belief. By the end of the trip he is always walking a little slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Granny having a miraculous heeling at WDW. The first day we were pushing her in a wheel chair by the end of the trip we could not keep up with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oinkle Jonny completely blowing up at Prime Time Cafe. I don't think a table has ever been served so fast at WDW as it was that day. Then they gave us free desert and Lexi started crying because she didn't get one of the make your own sundaes everyone else had gotten. The server just came back and said what is it now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2285999942471364712?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2285999942471364712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2285999942471364712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2285999942471364712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2285999942471364712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-more-memories.html' title='Few More Memories'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3506791689439429638</id><published>2008-03-14T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T18:52:16.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WDW While Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to WDW in December the year before Winnie was born.  Chandra was only 7 months pregnant at the time, so you can imagine she was a little uncomfortable to say the least.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't too bad until we went to the Animal Kingdom and I finally talked Chandra into letting me push her around in a wheel chair because she just could not walk anymore.  After a long day at the park Lexi decides she can not walk anymore either so she crawls up on Chandra's already shrinking lap.  Now I was pushing 2 (3 if you count baby Winnie) people in the wheel chair.  I was just starting to get a little winded when Jag starts to whine that his legs are tired.  Chandra quickly pointed out she was already out of room.  So now we are only 4-5 miles away from the car and I have Jag on my shoulders while pushing Lexi and Chandra.  I have never been so happy to see the car as I was that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3506791689439429638?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3506791689439429638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3506791689439429638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3506791689439429638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3506791689439429638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/wdw-while-pregnant.html' title='WDW While Pregnant'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4292111301166605252</id><published>2008-03-12T22:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:51:17.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Krispie Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next memory involves 2 batches of rice krispie treats. This time my mom and dad and me and Chandra were heading down to WDW. We were driving and Chandra decided to make 2 batches of rice krispie treats for the drive. It had gotten late and it was my turn to drive and I decided to get into the rice krispies. Well after a few hundred miles I realized that there were no more rice krispies. CAN YOU SAY PIG!!! No big deal just a few grumbles from the others for being such a pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to WDW and went to our first meal at the Coral Isle Cafe. We had a nice lunch but for some reason I was not real hungry. During the meal my mom and dad decided to ask me when I was planning on going back to college. I snapped back at them saying this was my vacation too and I wasn't going to discuss it during this trip. Fine everyone dropped it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later that evening we had my favorite meal at the castle. I always got the Kings Cut Prime Rib. We got there and I ordered the Kings Cut I could not wait to sink my teeth into the prime rib. As I sat there waiting all of a sudden I realize that I am not feeling real well. My stomach is cramping my mom and dad think I am still mad about the college comment and that is why I am not talking. It had more to do with the fact that I have not went to the restroom since I at the 2 batches of rice krispies. :0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that you don't remember pain that once it is over you forget about the pain.  Who ever said that has never passed a 5 pound chocolate covered rice krispie treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4292111301166605252?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4292111301166605252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4292111301166605252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4292111301166605252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4292111301166605252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/rice-krispie-treats.html' title='Rice Krispie Treats'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5431965460658708991</id><published>2008-03-12T21:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:32:54.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been talking a lot around here about some of our vacations over the years. I thought I might share just how screwed up our vacations can get just to try and scare Shane and Stacy since they decided they would join us on our next WDW vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start the National Lampoons Vacation music here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back when I was pretty young my mom decided to pack me and my sister up and drive down to Texas during the summer to visit my Aunt Mary. Believe it or not we owned the famous station wagon. My aunt Mae and her two kids(Cheri and Billy) came along, and so did my grandma who was on some kind of water pill or something that made stopping at every other exit mandatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't too far along into the trip before little Billy was stinking up the car pretty bad. So the next mandatory restroom break for my grandma his mom insisted he try to go to the bathroom. After about 5 minutes here came my aunt with little Billy in tow and down the road we went as my aunt described how incredibly much the poor little boy had pooped down to the length and diameter of the 2 turds. The worst part is we were all fascinated by the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next we stopped at a hotel for the evening. It had a pool so all of us kids were in our swimming suits in about 2 seconds flat. My mom had gotten her bathing suit on but said she was just going to sit on the side of the pool and dangle her feet in the water. Imagine our surprise when we see her plunge into the water and start digging at her hind end like a dog with mange. :0 She had sat on a crack in the cement which obviously was the home to some very upset fire ants. They were now in her suit biting her like there was no tomorrow. If you think that was the worst part of the story you would be wrong. I spent the rest of the vacation having to examine her hind end every night as she asked me if they looked like they were getting infected. I still have trouble sleeping some nights because of this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest of the vacation was pretty good. My aunt Mary thought I was just a little guy so she would only give me 1/2 of a baked potato and a sliver of anything we were eating at the time. She also liked to count the spoonfuls of sugar that I put on my cereal. We did go to a rodeo, a six flags, a horse breeding farm, and the Fort Worth ranch that was the ranch at the beginning of Dallas. I bought a 1/10 of an acre of the ranch, I guess that is my retirement home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ride home was uneventful except now my other cousin had to go to the bathroom, why she could not have gone at any of the other hundreds of stops we will never know but she had to go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start the Banjo music now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got off of an exit that you could not get back on the highway from. We went to the only gas station around and asked to use the bathroom. They said it was around back. There was no door, which was alright because there were no walls either just a toilet on a concrete slab out behind the gas station. My cousin did her business but the rest of us, even grandma who up till now had used every toilet between here and Texas decided we could wait until the next pit stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part that I forgot to mention is that grandma was on the water pill because her leg was in a cast. We had a walker tied to the top of the car that we had to take off at every stop. Just about the time we got grandma back in the car and the walker tied back on she had to go to the restroom again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUN WAS HAD BY ALL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5431965460658708991?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5431965460658708991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5431965460658708991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5431965460658708991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5431965460658708991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacationing.html' title='Vacationing'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2321638561228691898</id><published>2008-03-08T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:42:23.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming is Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MU4sWQSuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ie5H09Fqx7w/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175503360988564194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MU4sWQSuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ie5H09Fqx7w/s320/snow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MUeMWQStI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_gOTcuj9Jg/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175502905722030802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MUeMWQStI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4_gOTcuj9Jg/s320/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not sure how much snow we have gotten but it seems to be enough. We all went outside and played for a while. It was above Wilson's head so he didn't stay out very long. Winnie was having a hard time navigating so Chandra took her inside pretty quickly. Lexi, Jag and I played for a little longer. It was hard just walking in the snow. This is the kind of snow fall that I remember getting when I was a kid. It is still not frozen under the snow so when poor Eli walks out of the barn he sinks in to the mud which puts the snow past the bottom of his belly. I am dreading the middle of this week when this starts to melt we will have a mucky mess, which is where all the horses I will be shoeing will be standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2321638561228691898?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2321638561228691898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2321638561228691898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2321638561228691898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2321638561228691898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-snow.html' title='Global Warming is Cool'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MU4sWQSuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ie5H09Fqx7w/s72-c/snow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6193758082959074354</id><published>2008-03-08T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:33:01.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool is Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MSl8WQSsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n0kyvwEgxJw/s1600-h/winter+swimming+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175500839842761410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MSl8WQSsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n0kyvwEgxJw/s320/winter+swimming+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MSQMWQSrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4VSUB_7Gwf0/s1600-h/winter+swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175500466180606642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MSQMWQSrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4VSUB_7Gwf0/s320/winter+swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jag has been wanting me to open the pool, so as of today the pool is open.  All of you are welcome to come and swim.  The water is just a little cloudy.   Lexi and Jag were sliding off the slide into the pool earlier when they had their snow suits on.  It was all fun and games until Jag was running back inside and fell into a snow drift. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just couldn't wait to show off my new P90X body.  As you can see there is still a lot of work to be done.  Be glad I wasn't wearing my pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;speedo&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6193758082959074354?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6193758082959074354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6193758082959074354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6193758082959074354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6193758082959074354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/pool-is-open.html' title='The Pool is Open'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MSl8WQSsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n0kyvwEgxJw/s72-c/winter+swimming+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3440804553285595453</id><published>2008-03-08T17:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:23:16.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MQLsWQSqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zY0LDC3sJ4Y/s1600-h/Jonathan+jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175498189847939746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MQLsWQSqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zY0LDC3sJ4Y/s320/Jonathan+jumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was 70 degrees this time last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However it was still a crappy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a year as of today that Yo Yo had to be put down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems just like a few months ago. This was also the weekend we spent traveling out to Indiana for a wedding. Chandra and Winnie was throwing up most of the way out there and Lexi threw up all the way home. I just kept driving with my head out the window dry heaving every time some one threw up. :)  Our van stunk for about a week after we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3440804553285595453?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3440804553285595453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3440804553285595453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3440804553285595453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3440804553285595453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/70-degrees.html' title='70 Degrees'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R9MQLsWQSqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zY0LDC3sJ4Y/s72-c/Jonathan+jumping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-875527668051920822</id><published>2008-03-04T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:58:37.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Change Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the Presidential nominees are promising change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we really want Obama in the White House begging for Change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we really want Hillary in the White House going through the Change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we want McCain in the White House who just might need to be Changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All joking aside who would ever want to be President anyways. On your best day 1/2 of the country thinks you are a moron. There is no respect for the office at all anymore. The media can just out and out lie about you. You have to watch every word you say because anything can be taken out of context at any moment. Why would you ever spend millions of dollars to only make $400,000.00 a year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rush Limbaugh was wanting all the Republicans to vote for Hillary today. :0 I was almost going to do it because I do think she would be better than Obama(he really scares me). I quickly come to my senses and asked God to forgive me of my sins. I did not and will not ever vote for a candidate that supports pro-choice. I have faith that God is in control, although I am not sure why he would have any of the 3 of them as President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-875527668051920822?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/875527668051920822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=875527668051920822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/875527668051920822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/875527668051920822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-chnage-change.html' title='Change Change Change'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5085066090228685428</id><published>2008-02-28T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:00:33.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8dYPx0a9DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rcQJcVayrUQ/s1600-h/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172199725152793650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8dYPx0a9DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rcQJcVayrUQ/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is for Kim(one of my clients).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken at her house when she let me bring my kids and all of my sisters kids to her place to play with the goats.  This is my sister's boy, Andy, with Jag behind him.  They just figured out where chocolate chips come from. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5085066090228685428?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5085066090228685428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5085066090228685428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5085066090228685428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5085066090228685428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/andy.html' title='Andy'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8dYPx0a9DI/AAAAAAAAAOs/rcQJcVayrUQ/s72-c/goat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4198675620888092500</id><published>2008-02-27T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:48:13.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just love this article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/opinion/columnists/story.html?id=332289"&gt;Forget about global warming&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Welcome to the new Ice Age!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that in the last year the earth has cooled enough to make up for all the warming in the last few years.  In fact they say that if the sunspot activity doesn't pick up soon we will be in for a Little Ice Age.  The last one only lasted 5 centuries.  I am not going to jump on the band wagon that we are all going to freeze to death just like I am not buying into this we are all going to die because the earth is getting to warm.  Can you believe that Al Gore won a Nobel Peace Prize for Global Warming when the earth just might be getting cooler not hotter.  Makes me SICK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of Course most the Libs I know are wrong most of the time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4198675620888092500?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4198675620888092500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4198675620888092500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4198675620888092500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4198675620888092500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/ice-age.html' title='Ice Age'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4373701783052494846</id><published>2008-02-24T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:58:45.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EPCOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8IRzx0a9CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qa3e4P2gCi0/s1600-h/Daddy+%26+Lexi+At+EPCOT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170714903418958882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8IRzx0a9CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qa3e4P2gCi0/s320/Daddy+%26+Lexi+At+EPCOT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me and Lexi at EPCOT a few years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a place after one of the rides where you can take a picture of yourself and add funny effects to it and then send it to your email.  We had tried this a couple of different times over the years but this is the only one that actually made it to my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4373701783052494846?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4373701783052494846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4373701783052494846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4373701783052494846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4373701783052494846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/epcot.html' title='EPCOT'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R8IRzx0a9CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qa3e4P2gCi0/s72-c/Daddy+%26+Lexi+At+EPCOT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1271554525352293768</id><published>2008-02-19T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:14:40.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton Tirade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onenewsnow.com/Politics/Default.aspx?id=67683"&gt;Clinton Tirade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure that I can not stand 4 - 8 more years of the Clintons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He states that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you were really pro-life, you would want to put every doctor and every mother as an accessory to murder in prison," the former president said, addressing pro-lifers in the crowd. "And you won't say you want to do that because you know you wouldn't have a lick of political support," he added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is all just about politics with him and his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOW ABOUT WHAT IS RIGHT AND WRONG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just stick our finger in the air and see which way the wind blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1271554525352293768?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1271554525352293768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1271554525352293768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1271554525352293768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1271554525352293768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/clinton-tirade.html' title='Clinton Tirade'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4000836626620344934</id><published>2008-02-19T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:01:51.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>83 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a link to a story about a couple who have been married for &lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/local/east/15724647.html"&gt;83 years.&lt;/a&gt;  It looks to me as though she was only 16 and he was 18 when they got married.  I bet there were some family that thought they were too young and the marriage was never going to last.  She looks a little more happy than he does about the 83 years. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4000836626620344934?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4000836626620344934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4000836626620344934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4000836626620344934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4000836626620344934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/83-years.html' title='83 Years'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4259761010071669130</id><published>2008-02-15T16:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:16:43.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaguar Seth Wilson turned 6 today!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I let Jag skip school today.  We (Chandra, Jag, Winnie, &amp;amp; me) went down to Chuck E. Cheese today.  It was a lot of fun!!  We got in and out before it got real busy. :)   We stopped at Toys R Us on the way home and Jag picked out another lego kit which took us about 2 hours to put together.  I let Winnie also pick out a gift since we really didn't get her much.  She, of course, picked out a baby doll with a stroller.  We had to take the baby doll and stroller out before we left the store so she could push her baby out of the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4259761010071669130?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4259761010071669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4259761010071669130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4259761010071669130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4259761010071669130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6254291342910086755</id><published>2008-02-14T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:24:21.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>I found this on a webstie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Commandments for Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My life is likely to last 20 or more years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial to my well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be angry with me for long. Don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I have only you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when it is speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Remember before you hit me that I am powerful enough to hurt you, but choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I have a problem that you are not yet aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take care of me when I am old. You too will be old one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go with me on the last journey. Never say "I can't bear to watch or Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6254291342910086755?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6254291342910086755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6254291342910086755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6254291342910086755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6254291342910086755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/ten-commandments.html' title='Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7747081315132340714</id><published>2008-02-10T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:41:56.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Winnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Winnie's 2nd birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago I told Chandra that she had to have Winnie on February 10th because I had taken that day and the following weekend off.  I told her between noon and 2 p.m. would be nice.  We were in the hospital and just finished watching the end of Price Is Right when the nurse said we need to go ahead and get the doctor in here so we can have this baby.  At 12:16 little Winnie(8lb 9oz) came into this world.  Now that is a woman who is obedient to her husband. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7747081315132340714?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7747081315132340714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7747081315132340714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7747081315132340714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7747081315132340714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-winnie.html' title='Happy Birthday Winnie'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7161801349356863339</id><published>2008-02-09T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:55:52.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter &amp; Jaguar's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was Jaguar's and Winter's birthday party at the Jungle Gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About 2 hours before the party Lexi hit her head on the banister of the stairs and put a nice little gash in her head.  I thought she would need stitches but when we got to the Urgent Care they decided just to glue the wound shut.  Lexi was really happy that they decided to glue it instead of stitch it shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65Xnh0a9AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VbrDvjO9uLk/s1600-h/Lexi%27s+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165162159245292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65Xnh0a9AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VbrDvjO9uLk/s320/Lexi%27s+head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jag really enjoyed his party.  He loved all of his presents and enjoyed running around with all his friends from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65XOh0a8_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ius1wAX9tbw/s1600-h/Jag+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165161729748562930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65XOh0a8_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ius1wAX9tbw/s320/Jag+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winnie really enjoyed the party.  She does a good job of keeping up with the older kids.  She even tried the zip line.  Here she is, after a long day of running and playing, sleeping with her tummy full of cake and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65WtR0a8-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/rV-NckNBprk/s1600-h/winnie+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165161158517912546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65WtR0a8-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/rV-NckNBprk/s320/winnie+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7161801349356863339?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7161801349356863339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7161801349356863339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7161801349356863339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7161801349356863339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/winter-jaguars-birthday-party.html' title='Winter &amp; Jaguar&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R65Xnh0a9AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VbrDvjO9uLk/s72-c/Lexi%27s+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6718578809877013678</id><published>2008-02-01T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:27:26.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have started our 3rd week of P90X.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are at least getting through the warm-ups with out having to take a break. :)  We are definitely getting better in keeping up with the entire routine.  Chandra could not do any of the one kind of sit-ups when we first started and is now able to do around 18.  There is almost a sign of a bicep on Chandra's arm.  The stretching still seems to be helping me the most.  This week has been nice because I didn't have to shoe too many horses after having worked out.  It is still kicking our butts but just not as bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6718578809877013678?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6718578809877013678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6718578809877013678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6718578809877013678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6718578809877013678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3784734682931410276</id><published>2008-02-01T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:11:53.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Hoof-Care Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I attended the International Hoof-Care Summit down in Cincinnati this week. Balance balance balance was the main topic of discussion. There are a lot of different opinions about what balance is and how you actually achieve it in the horse's foot. There were lectures on how nutrition plays a part in the horse's foot and the biomechanics of the horse's foot and lower leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What amazed me the most was how different farriers look from one another. The other thing was we all seem to be a real conservative bunch of individuals. I enjoyed the conference but I hate being away from my family. No matter how loud they are in the mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3784734682931410276?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3784734682931410276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3784734682931410276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3784734682931410276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3784734682931410276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/02/international-hoof-care-summit.html' title='International Hoof-Care Summit'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8575597820850968788</id><published>2008-01-26T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:58:10.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was one of those days you hope that will never come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just came from a funeral for my cousin Donnie Wilson.  He was only 30 years old.  He was killed in a automobile accident on January 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone kept telling me that they were sorry about my cousin but there was more to it than that.  Up till about 10 years ago Donnie was my cousin, I would see him maybe once a year at family events and just did the customary Hello how are you greeting and that was our entire relationship.   Then 10 years ago we started to attend the same Church as Donnie and his wife Shawn.  We were in the same Sunday School Class and a small group of us all the same ages with kids became pretty close friends.  Donnie was much more than a cousin to me he was a very close friend.  He will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our prayers are with Shawn, Trey, and Taylor.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8575597820850968788?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8575597820850968788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8575597820850968788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8575597820850968788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8575597820850968788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1033112147181399249</id><published>2008-01-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:49:36.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damron Party of 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 - 15 years ago I decided to take Chandra out on Valentines Day for dinner. The plan was we were going to eat at the Holiday Inn at the airport and stay all night and go swimming. When we got there the pool was closed so we decided not to stay at the Holiday Inn but we were still going to eat there because we really liked the restaurant's prime rib. When we went to order guess what no prime rib. We were kind of bummed out with how the evening was going so we decided to try Longhorn and see if we had any better luck. I forgot it was a Friday evening and Valentines day, when we arrived at Longhorn there were people every where. There was no way we were going to get eat for at least an hour or two. As we went up to put our names in the Hostess was shouting this is the last call for Damron party of two. Me and Chandra looked at each other and about the same time said we are Damron. The hostess just looked at us like we were crazy but she went ahead and sat us at the table. The rest of the meal I just sat there worrying about a 300 pound muscle builder showing up and saying he was Damron. I decided if Damrons showed up we were just going to offer to buy their meal, but as far as we know Damrons never did show up. I know, I know it is not the most ethical or Christian thing to do but you just can't mess with a man and his Prime Rib!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1033112147181399249?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1033112147181399249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1033112147181399249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1033112147181399249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1033112147181399249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/damron-party-of-2.html' title='Damron Party of 2'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-793260989839816070</id><published>2008-01-24T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:15:51.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P90X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P90X is a new work out program that has been on TV lately. Chandra's brother Paul purchased the program and has been working out. He said it really wore him out after the first couple of days. Well we know what he means me and Chandra bought it also and have been working out since last Thursday. After a week of doing the program all we can say is OUCH!!!! It is definitely intense. The hardest part for me is still trying to shoe after working out. We have done more push ups, pull ups, sit ups, and stretching in the last week then we have in the last 10 years put together. Chandra couldn't wait until we did the Yoga DVD because it would easy she said. Yeah Right!! There is nothing easy about any of the DVDs. I have really enjoyed the stretching aspect of the program it has helped out my back already. You can not believe how buff we are already. HA HA HA HA. I would just like to lose a chin or two and a couple of love handles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My right wrist is killing me.  I was trying to figure out what exercise was aggravating it the worst.  Well I have finally figured it out.  It is me playing too much Decoder and Sudoku on the computer.  Who would guess that just rolling around and clicking on a mouse would make you so sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-793260989839816070?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/793260989839816070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=793260989839816070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/793260989839816070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/793260989839816070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6524523785401033737</id><published>2008-01-24T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:37:10.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Suits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I wasn't far off, the other day I was in Target shopping and guess what... they have swim suits on sale.  It is hard to think about buying a swim suit on a day like today.  I am going to have to buy  a pair or two since my other ones are from the 80's and are looking a little rough.  I have to get there before all the speedos are purchased...I hope they still have some pink ones in stock. :)  That's not a pretty visual!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6524523785401033737?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6524523785401033737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6524523785401033737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6524523785401033737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6524523785401033737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/swimming-suits.html' title='Swimming Suits'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6100133989690443110</id><published>2008-01-17T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:36:09.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been neglecting my blog lately. Part of the reason is I got hooked on this game &lt;a href="http://www.pchgames.com/games/rungame.aspx?gameName=decoder"&gt;Decoder&lt;/a&gt;. It starts out pretty easy but gets a little harder as you go. I used to play this during study halls with a friend of mine. We never had more than 4 colors though. Tonight I have been fussing around with a puzzle that Kristen sent to Chandra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The object is to figure out how the bolt got put into the wood.  The wood is not cut and the bolt is not cut.  This is one I made tonight but I am not sure I did it right.  The original puzzle said it could have a bolt, nail or pencil through the wood.  I can do a bolt or nail but I do not believe I could get a pencil in there.  I am sure there is another solution but I can not figure it out yet.  The puzzle is called the Mole Creek Wood Puzzle.  I searched for it online and found all kinds of neat illusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R5AAqTJqH9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Clvkp-Btd0E/s1600-h/Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156622300034506706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R5AAqTJqH9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Clvkp-Btd0E/s320/Puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6100133989690443110?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6100133989690443110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6100133989690443110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6100133989690443110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6100133989690443110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R5AAqTJqH9I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Clvkp-Btd0E/s72-c/Puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8796456409452053667</id><published>2008-01-10T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:59:48.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaguar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaguar is a very sensitive boy.  When it gets late at night he starts to think about things.  Before you know it he is upset because he misses Grandpa Maya.  Next thing you know he is missing Uncle Seth, Uncle Paul, Clayton, and the entire Pape family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he prays he often prays for me to feel better with my gall bladder.  If anyone is sick he prays for them to feel better.  He asks God to let Uncle Paul and Clayton to have save trips home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am always amazed at the prayers that come out of his mouth.  They are definitely from his heart and I know that God hears and answers his prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8796456409452053667?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8796456409452053667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8796456409452053667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8796456409452053667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8796456409452053667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/jaguar.html' title='Jaguar'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2207370544297332758</id><published>2008-01-08T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:10:10.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horseshoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I usually buy around $10,000 worth of horse shoes and supplies(rasp,nails,etc..) a year.  The company I buy them from has never sent me the wrong item.   About a month and a half ago I ordered a bunch of shoes and when they arrived they were not what I ordered.  They were a make of shoe that I don't use very often.  Now I had enough of them to last for 3-4 years.  I went back and forth on if I should send them back or just keep them in stock and use them up over the next few years.  I decided to keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the Farriers that shoe around this area died on Christmas Day this year.  My phone started to ring off the hook on December 26th.  He had been sick since October and these horses were now behind on their shoeing.  I took a few of these barns on as new clients and started shoeing for them.  The first horse I shod was wearing that make of shoe that had been sent to me.  I didn't think too much about it until the next horse came out and sure enough it was wearing the same kind of shoes.  By the time I got done shoeing at the first new barn and then another new farm a few days later, I had used up almost all of those shoes that had been sent to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these people had been using this farrier for 27 -33 years.  Needless to say they were not real thrilled with having to change and get used to a new guy.  Having the same shoe in stock that this other farrier had been using on their horse made the transition a lot easier.  Now I have a hard time believing that it was a coincidence that I received a shipment of shoes that I didn't order that was exactly what I needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2207370544297332758?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2207370544297332758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2207370544297332758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2207370544297332758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2207370544297332758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/horseshoes.html' title='Horseshoes'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6964870112051200762</id><published>2008-01-03T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:05:40.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this funny email today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a Well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.  Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the Well needed to be covered up anyway; It just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.  He invited all his neighbors to come over and Help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.  At first, the Donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.  A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw.  With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.  He would shake it off and take a step up.  As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.  Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!  Shake it off and take a step up. Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Expect less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6964870112051200762?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6964870112051200762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6964870112051200762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6964870112051200762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6964870112051200762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-email.html' title='Funny Email'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3239044319564152632</id><published>2007-12-31T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:25:02.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where in the world did 2007 go?  I don't remember 2006 and I am almost sure there never was a 2005 or 2004.  In fact I think this is all a big joke and it still is 1989.  Since I spent $10,000 in medical bills this year  I am kind of glad to see that the year is over.  Although I have to start all over tomorrow on a new deductible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3239044319564152632?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3239044319564152632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3239044319564152632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3239044319564152632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3239044319564152632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8492046292872280875</id><published>2007-12-29T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:56:48.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twlight Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of you probably don't realize but the best 2 days of the year are almost here.    The SciFi channel plays Twilight Zone episodes all day December 31 and January 1.  Even though these were filmed clear back in the 60's they still are great to watch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8492046292872280875?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8492046292872280875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8492046292872280875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8492046292872280875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8492046292872280875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/twlight-zone.html' title='Twlight Zone'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6800928738437061395</id><published>2007-12-26T20:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:34:17.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days Till Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L_fzJqH1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/vm6dfXJxKP4/s1600-h/clark_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148458245809643346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L_fzJqH1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/vm6dfXJxKP4/s320/clark_tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only 364 more days till Christmas 2008.  Next year is a leap year so there is actually 365 more days.  I seen that my mom had already bought us ornaments for next year today.  If any of you have your list ready for next year just let me know so I can start working on it now.  I am really surprised that the stores are not already selling Christmas items for next year.  I think I have already missed the sale on swimming suits.  Which is alright because no one really wants to see me in a speedo anyways.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6800928738437061395?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6800928738437061395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6800928738437061395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6800928738437061395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6800928738437061395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/365-days-till-christmas.html' title='365 Days Till Christmas'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L_fzJqH1I/AAAAAAAAAM8/vm6dfXJxKP4/s72-c/clark_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2791180061297686706</id><published>2007-12-26T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:58:08.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L2xjJqH0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/u9pFuoGwEnk/s1600-h/mommy+winnie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148448655147671362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L2xjJqH0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/u9pFuoGwEnk/s320/mommy+winnie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Winnie has had every kind of toy to choose from while deciding what to play with.  There is all kinds of little girl toys from when Lexi was little and all kinds of boy toys from Jaguar.  She does every once in a while push a truck or tractor around and make the rrrrrrrr noise but 95% of the time you will see her carry around a baby doll.  She will wrap them up in a blanket and feed them a bottle while saying SHHHHH  to anyone around so that her baby can sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2791180061297686706?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2791180061297686706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2791180061297686706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2791180061297686706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2791180061297686706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-mommy.html' title='Good Mommy'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L2xjJqH0I/AAAAAAAAAM0/u9pFuoGwEnk/s72-c/mommy+winnie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4853322614961941779</id><published>2007-12-26T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:49:06.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L1UDJqHzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RFRtJDAzsM/s1600-h/jag+%26+winnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148447048829902642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L1UDJqHzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RFRtJDAzsM/s320/jag+%26+winnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Winnie loves her big brother.  What ever he does she is right there with him trying to do the same.  One day Jag was upstairs watching TV and Winnie came up and decided to join him but she had to lay down in the same position.  She is constantly coming up to me or Chandra and asking where is Jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4853322614961941779?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4853322614961941779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4853322614961941779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4853322614961941779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4853322614961941779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3L1UDJqHzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_RFRtJDAzsM/s72-c/jag+%26+winnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-716477285433070141</id><published>2007-12-25T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:48:12.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3GVdzJqHyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/u2_desAUdfc/s1600-h/snowmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148060188240650018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3GVdzJqHyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/u2_desAUdfc/s320/snowmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi got to celebrate her birthday with her class on December 12 since she has a summer birthday.  Chandra decided to make these snowmen as a snack.  They are powdered doughnuts with black icing.  They have a cookie hat with a rolo on top.  Their noses are made out of pretzels.  They made some that were just heads and said that they had melted.  Chandra said it was a little tricky transporting them to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-716477285433070141?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/716477285433070141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=716477285433070141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/716477285433070141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/716477285433070141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/snowmen.html' title='Snowmen'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R3GVdzJqHyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/u2_desAUdfc/s72-c/snowmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7741994354425422150</id><published>2007-12-25T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:59:58.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a beautiful Christmas day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather was great!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Winnie got up around 4:30 a.m. Chandra got up with her while I tried to get a little more sleep. I actually woke Lexi and Jag up around 7:30 so they could open their presents and have some time to play with them before we went down to Chandra's grandparents. Jag has been playing with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diecast&lt;/span&gt; tractors and trucks all day. Lexi has been stuck to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nitendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; since she opened it this morning. She played with it all the way down to her great grandparents and all the way home. Winnie has been playing with a little of everything including some of Lexi's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jag's&lt;/span&gt;. As for me and Chandra we are ready for bed already!!!! They are getting into their moon sand that Uncle Paul bought them at this very moment. Thanks Paul!!!! Although having sand through out the entire house is not a new experience around here. I have already heard Chandra say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; eat it and Stop getting it on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7741994354425422150?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7741994354425422150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7741994354425422150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7741994354425422150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7741994354425422150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6307239064665614057</id><published>2007-12-24T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:16:19.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are just now getting the kids to bed, so our night is just beginning.  Morning will probably get here a little to early too.  We had a good day today.  This afternoon we celebrated Christmas with Chandra's family.  The kids got a lot of good stuff and so did we.  Lexi's favorites were probably the mp3 player and the polka dotted picture(canvas) painted by the very talented Kristen Harris.  Jag loved his die cast elevated scraper which is some type of earth moving machine.  He also loved his wrecking ball made by Aunt Krissy.  My favorite present was a plaque in remembrance of my horse Yo Yo.  I also loved our Marty Moose glasses that Kris and Clayton got us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later we went to the school for the Weaver side of the family to get together.  Santa Clause showed up and gave the kids presents, which seemed to be a great hit with most of the kids.  My mom got 10 pairs of jeans as her present from the name exchange, must have been from someone who reads this blog.  Winnie got a baby doll and a hand made cradle for it made by my Uncle Willie.  She also got a hand made book shelf from her Bepaw.   Tomorrow we will be going to Chandra's grandparents (Dave's mom &amp;amp; dad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is easy to get worn out this time of year with all the traveling and get together.  The kids are always wound a little tight which wears on me.  I always find that I need to take a second and relax and remember what this season is all about.  It is hard to believe that something as precious as a baby's birth can turn into something so commercialized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6307239064665614057?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6307239064665614057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6307239064665614057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6307239064665614057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6307239064665614057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4879801749832801735</id><published>2007-12-23T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:12:59.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before Church this morning we all lined up in front of the Christmas tree and got our pictures taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R27o2DJqHuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WMW0rMZAfg/s1600-h/christmas+2007+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147307439387451106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R27o2DJqHuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WMW0rMZAfg/s320/christmas+2007+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R27oZjJqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tN8ptUC_yQA/s1600-h/christmas+2007+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147306949761179346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R27oZjJqHtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tN8ptUC_yQA/s320/christmas+2007+mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chandra's parents yesterday to have a get together with her mom's side of the family,  the dreaded loony Gulicks :)  Her aunt Janene gave the kids a Disney game of Monopoly.  We played a game last night for 3 hours.  We all had a lot of fun.  Even as I am writing this Jag is asking to play again this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4879801749832801735?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4879801749832801735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4879801749832801735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4879801749832801735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4879801749832801735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-23.html' title='December 23'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/R27o2DJqHuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WMW0rMZAfg/s72-c/christmas+2007+dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4064482998532056280</id><published>2007-12-21T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:16:11.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Snoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been a Christmas Snoop.  If you have my present in the house I will find it.  One year my mom and dad got me a  new saddle for Christmas.  They were well aware of my snooping, so they hid it in plain sight.  Every year when it got cold I would bring my saddle in and store it the basement.  They just replaced my old saddle with the new one.  I walked by it every day to leave the house and played by it and never did see it.  On Christmas morning they told me my present was over there in the corner and I still looked all around the saddle and never did realize that it was the saddle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4064482998532056280?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4064482998532056280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4064482998532056280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4064482998532056280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4064482998532056280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-snoop.html' title='Christmas Snoop'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5441225370360672052</id><published>2007-12-21T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:09:04.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took yesterday through December 27 off. However I do think I will have to do some shoeing before then because of people calling me at the last minute. Today we decided to go back to Newark Mall which used to be kind of an annual thing for Chandra and I. There is a little difference between just me and Chandra going versus now taking 3 kids along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all I wanted to eat at Denny's or IHOP, can you say redneck. We drove all over town looking for either one of the restaurants which I knew was somewhere in town but could not remember where. We finally decided to eat at Bob Evans, reluctantly because of some very poor service the last few times we have eaten there. Well today they lived up to their usual standards. There was a line clear back to the door. When Chandra went to put her name in one woman said they were not taking names they were just seating people while the other woman was taking names. :0 To say there was a little confusion is an understatement. The manager came out and saw what was going on and just turned and walked away. Eventually he did walk us to our table but it had nothing to do with me having a GRUMPY moment. Chandra did light a little fire under their hind ends but I again had nothing to do with it.:) The mall was fun but stupid me decided to wear my cowboy boots because they make me feel pretty. About an hour into walking around the mall I was sorry I had made that decision. Jaguar really wanted a wallet, so I bought him one at JCPenneys. We went to Walmart afterwards to see if we could get Lexi to spend some of her gifts cards from last Christmas. She definitely saves money better than me. We decided to eat at Roadhouse on the way home which I forgot how to get there. As we were turning around to go the other direction Lexi says I see Dennys. She said it is right over there it is just a little sign. I said where I don't see it. Right there don't you see the sign and then she spelled it out for us D E N N I S. :) Needless to say we never did find Dennys but we did find Roadhouse and had a very nice dinner. We came home and made some home made hard rock candy. We are all now just a little sugared out, yes even me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5441225370360672052?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5441225370360672052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5441225370360672052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5441225370360672052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5441225370360672052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1753416634769301110</id><published>2007-12-14T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:43:05.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said before I have been reading the book How To Raise A Modern Day Knight. It talks about how do we know when we are an adult. I remember when I had a AHA(or it could be a DUH) moment in my life. I had been working for the Vet hospital for a while and they asked me if I would like to move into the apartment upstairs. That would be great, I thought!! After a long day of moving my stuff into the apartment I decided to take a shower. When I got out of the shower to my dismay there weren't any towels to dry myself. Where in the world is all the towels for the last 18 years there had always been towels waiting on me to dry on after I took a shower. I had never thought about where the towels came from they were just always there. I did not have any towels of my own, never even dawned on me that I would need to have some. While drying off with some paper towels I thought to myself I bet there isn't any food in the refrigerator either. AHA I just started my journey into adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1753416634769301110?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1753416634769301110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1753416634769301110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1753416634769301110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1753416634769301110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5500506681793770343</id><published>2007-12-14T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:20:29.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took a little break from blogging due to the fact that my mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law and all their kids were at Walt Disney World.  I decided to try to fool them that we were there with them.  It started out with me calling them and asking too many questions about where they were going to be the next day.  Then I had my cousin Chris call and say he was having trouble with their stove, just to make them wonder why he was doing their stove.  The following day I started texting them messages on their phone and just happened to get a few things right on the nose.  So the more they thought I was there the more I aggravated them with text messages.  I even got my dad and Courtney to answer their door with out even knocking by sending a text that said knock knock.  Chandra and I had more fun messing with them from 1100 miles away then I think we would have if we had actually been there with them.  I told them I was registered under the name of Don Duck at the Wilderness Lodge hotel and I had dinner reservations under the name of Peter Pan.  I can't wait till they get home to compare notes and see how much we messed with their heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5500506681793770343?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5500506681793770343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5500506681793770343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5500506681793770343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5500506681793770343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging Break'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-5150891014215604592</id><published>2007-12-04T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:58:56.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is another movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianpost.com/article/20071130/30277_%5C%27Expelled%5C%27_Exposes_Plight_of_Darwin_Doubters.htm"&gt;Expelled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess their faith in evolution isn't strong enough to be put along side creationism.  This is great you just fire those around you who do not agree with you.  I guess being self employed has some advantages. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-5150891014215604592?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/5150891014215604592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=5150891014215604592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5150891014215604592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/5150891014215604592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/expelled.html' title='Expelled'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6014201812384313028</id><published>2007-12-03T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:38:50.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have received the emails and letters about the movie The Golden Compass.  I have decided not to let my children see the movie.  I am not into boycotting movies, stores, restaurants and etc. but I can decide where I will and will not spend my money.   I have discussed the movie with my sister but other than that I have pretty much left it alone.  If someone was to ask me my opinion about it I would tell them but I am not out on the roof top screaming not to see the movie.  After reading this article though it kind of makes wish I would have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/books/la-bk-miller2dec02,0,1352215.story?coll=la-home-center"&gt;Golden Compass&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First the lovely author of this article calls me a religious fear monger and then later while talking about the book says she wonders how much reading someone that denounces the movie actually does anyways.  I believe if I were more educated I just might take offense to that statement.  I wonder if in all the reading she does if she has ever read the bible.  They always go to the same argument that isn't your faith strong enough to watch something like this and that they believe in allowing everyone to have the right to chose whether or not to watch the movie.  Well that seems funny to me because as soon as it comes to evolution and creationism boy their beliefs go out the window.  Isn't their belief in evolution strong enough to withstand creationism being taught also?  As for me being strong enough in my faith to watch it, I have no worries that I could watch it and still believe in Jesus as my Savior.  However like I have said before I am not putting trash like this in my head anymore because once it is there it is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6014201812384313028?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6014201812384313028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6014201812384313028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6014201812384313028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6014201812384313028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/12/golden-compass.html' title='The Golden Compass'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8446836901932558716</id><published>2007-11-30T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:04:33.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Green is now officially my least favorite color thanks to AL GORE!!! If I have to hear one more thing about being green I am going to be sick. Every TV program now has some sort of green message to help us earth hating mongers know how bad we are destroying mother earth. I thought I had heard it all until the other day when I saw the story about the woman having an abortion because she didn't want another person adding to the Carbon Footprint. ARE YOU KIDDING? She just hates it when people judge her for murdering her kid (her words) and the fact she wanted to be sterilized so she wouldn't have to have anymore abortions. She has no problem with lecturing a woman with a lot of children about the damage she is doing to the planet. I don't care if she gets herself sterilized in fact I prefer it to her murdering more babies. Even Kermit hates being green. It ain't easy being green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8446836901932558716?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8446836901932558716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8446836901932558716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8446836901932558716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8446836901932558716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/green.html' title='Green'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3898557962906444886</id><published>2007-11-29T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:21:24.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Box Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To understand the significance of the year my dad got my mom a Music Box for Christmas we have to go back to the prior Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was going great me and my sister were tearing into our presents to see all the stuff we had gotten for Christmas. That is when it happened. My mom opens up a present from my dad. It just happened to be a pair of jeans that were way too big for my mom. Of course the next thing out of my moms mouth was do you actually think I wear this size of jeans. At this point my dad was totally screwed there is no good answer to this question. At that moment he uttered the words that came close to being his final words here on earth. &lt;strong&gt;I held them up and thought they looked like they would fit you. &lt;/strong&gt;That was just about where the Christmas Joy ended that year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the following year he pulled me aside and said here is $50 buy your mother something nice. It is amazing at how much wiser you become in a year. No matter what I bought my mom would be happy because one of the kids picked it out for her. So I went shopping with my mom and my aunt Mae. The entire time I was looking for something to buy my mom. It never dawned on me to buy her a bunch of small things, I had $50 and I was going to buy something that was exactly $50. I finally found it. It was a Santa Clause music box. With tax and everything it would be right at $50. Now my mother and my aunt were wondering where this $50 came from. My mom thought I had taken it out of a cookie jar that we used to keep money in. It wasn't until Christmas morning that when she opened it up that me and my dad told her that he had given me the money to buy her a Christmas present. I don't know but I think that was maybe the start of her music box collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3898557962906444886?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3898557962906444886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3898557962906444886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3898557962906444886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3898557962906444886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-box-christmas.html' title='Music Box Christmas'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8068713170827894513</id><published>2007-11-29T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:22:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember one Christmas we had just got our first VCR, again I don't know that we got it for Christmas but it was right around that time. Video A had just opened up in Marengo and you could go rent movies. I remember watching movies all Christmas break just sitting around in our pajamas. The only movie I can remember watching was Raiders of the Lost Ark. I still love the scene where the big boulder comes rolling down towards him as he is running for his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the first Christmas Memories I have is my dad bringing home a big box of stuff that Nestles had given to their employees for Christmas. It had different kinds of instant coffee and most important Nestle Crunch candy bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do remember asking my mom if Santa Clause was real and she told me to go ask my dad. I did but I don't recall what he said, however I do remember already knowing the truth. I was pretty young when I figured it out. My sister would still believe if we hadn't ever told her. :) I think she figured she would get more from Santa than from mom and dad. She even seen the Easter Bunny once with her own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8068713170827894513?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8068713170827894513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8068713170827894513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8068713170827894513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8068713170827894513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-christmas-memories.html' title='More Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-726814651414781355</id><published>2007-11-27T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:23:55.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Grandchildren are the crown of old men, and the glory of sons is their fathers" Proverbs 17:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have just started reading the book "Raising A Modern-Day Knight" by Robert Lewis.  It really focuses on the roles fathers play in their sons lives.  At the same time I am watching society in general portray men as just stupid morons who stumble around not knowing what we are doing.  Every commercial anymore the man is just an idiot and the mom/wife is trying to fix his mistakes while making fun of him with the kids watching.  I am afraid the days of men being respected as fathers and head of the households are fading quickly.  You might think I am joking but go to this site &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,312982,00.html"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a story about the British Courts ruling that a mother doesn't have to tell the father of her baby she is pregnant.  She would like to give up the baby for adoption but doesn't want the father or grandparents to have the option of keeping the baby.  What has the world come to that the FATHER has no say what so ever.  It already drives me nuts that a woman can have an abortion with out the Fathers consent.  I know there are men out there that don't care and would rather not be in the child's life or even worse encourage the woman to have the abortion.  I believe the majority of these men probably have not had a good father figure in their lives.  It is high time that Men need to stand up and take the rightful position as father/husband and start leading their families.  It is also time that families respect their husband/fathers and expect them to stand up and lead the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-726814651414781355?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/726814651414781355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=726814651414781355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/726814651414781355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/726814651414781355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/fathers.html' title='Fathers'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-6722139649268029561</id><published>2007-11-27T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:44:10.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's right I said it and according to an after Thanksgiving survey released by the Rasmussen Reports 67 percent of Americans prefer Merry Christmas to Happy Holidays. They said that the results were the same between men and women but it did differ between Republicans and democrats. 88 percent of Republicans prefer Merry Christmas while only 57 percent of democrats prefer the greeting. I don't understand why retailers go out of their way to please the 33 percent. I would think you would like to keep the majority of your customers happy. I think it probably has to do with the fact that the 67 percent don't make as big of a fuss over Happy Holidays as the 33 percent does over Merry Christmas.  Now that I think about it, it actually makes sense to me because most of the democrats I know are big donkey whiners. Ha Ha  I personally prefer Merry Christmas even if I am a perpetuator of the big "Santa Lie". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-6722139649268029561?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/6722139649268029561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=6722139649268029561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6722139649268029561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/6722139649268029561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1953062557841804161</id><published>2007-11-23T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:30:43.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that everyone had a good Thanksgiving.  We just finished our third Thanksgiving meal.  At least they were all on different days.  I heard that the average Thanksgiving meal was 3000 calories multiply that by 3 you have one stuffed turkey.  Believe it or not I actually tried to buy another container of Chocolate Mousse today, thank goodness they were out.   CAN YOU SAY PIG!!!  As we were driving I was thinking of my past Christmas memories.  I thought I would share some over the next few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today Chandra drug me down to the thrift shop and we went by the store that my mom and dad bought our first computer.  I don't remember if it was Christmas but I know it was cold.  I still remember the smell of the store.  It smelled like computer paper and vinyl disk with a little electrical smell added in.  We were buying the Apple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IIe&lt;/span&gt; computer which was just amazing at the time.  It had no memory but it had two floppy disk drives.  The printer paper had holes you lined up so that it would feed through the printer right.  It had a word processor on one of the disk.  There was no such thing as spell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt;. :)  They bought a book on how to program in basic and I read that thing from front to back and could do anything in that book.  Which wasn't a lot but it taught me the basics of programming.  It cost about 3 times what the computer I am now using cost.  I don't remember it ever crashing like these new more up to date computers do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1953062557841804161?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1953062557841804161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1953062557841804161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1953062557841804161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1953062557841804161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4266223882585769676</id><published>2007-11-19T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:52:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barna.org/FlexPage.aspx?Page=BarnaUpdateNarrow&amp;amp;BarnaUpdateID=284"&gt;Christian Parents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above link takes you to an article about what Christian parents are buying their kids for Christmas.  It ends with saying parents are afraid of standing up to their kids and losing their approval.  I haven't ever been one to worry about my approval rating.  I am sure it is going to go down over the next few years anyways.  I have told my kids that what ever you put in your head is there forever.  Unless it is the answers to your Chemistry final, but to be fair those answers were never really in my head to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4266223882585769676?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4266223882585769676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4266223882585769676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4266223882585769676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4266223882585769676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-8022903430897662863</id><published>2007-11-19T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:29:58.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People Drive Me Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click on this link below to read about the company who forgot to put eggs as an ingredient on their label of egg nog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think people would have enough common sense to figure that out.  I am so tired of having to hold everyone's hand all the time.  Grow up and figure this stuff out on your own.  If you are too stupid to know that eggs are in egg nog then I think a little natural selection isn't all that bad.  Another thing I don't believe we should have to print it in Spanish either.  Not that I have an opinion about it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pressherald.mainetoday.com/story_pf.php?id=148740&amp;amp;ac=PHnws"&gt;Egg Nog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-8022903430897662863?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/8022903430897662863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=8022903430897662863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8022903430897662863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/8022903430897662863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-drive-me-nuts.html' title='People Drive Me Nuts'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7048404059465374098</id><published>2007-11-19T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:11:57.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirtiest Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;According to MSN's new survey of dirtiest jobs Farrier ranks number 3.  They also tell what they think the salary is for a farrier, I will tell you they are way off on that statistic.  They also write the salary is with benefits and bonuses.  There are no benefits and very seldom does anyone give you a bonus(tip), because they think they are paying too much to begin with.  Now you might ask how do I stay so pretty and neat while doing one of the dirtiest jobs, that is a mystery for the ages. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7048404059465374098?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7048404059465374098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7048404059465374098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7048404059465374098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7048404059465374098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/dirtiest-jobs.html' title='Dirtiest Jobs'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1783021164300577516</id><published>2007-11-15T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T19:30:52.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oinkle Jonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew Andy started calling me Oinkle Jonny a few years ago and it stuck like mud to a pig.  Courtney would call me uncle Jonny and did it so much that Lexi actually called me uncle Jonny for a while.  I finally got her to call me daddy Jonny and then back to just daddy, although I didn't mind daddy Jonny.  Today Little Winnie called me uncle Jonny.  I am just hoping that she doesn't start calling me oinkle Jonny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Winnie has been sick with that hands, foot and mouth virus.  She is now starting to feel better.  Chandra took her to the Doctor today and she said that it looked like she was starting to get over it.  The doctor also told Chandra that in a week or two not to be surprised if she lost some of her finger nails and/or toe nails.  This is funny because a few years ago one of the other kids brought this home and I got it and about a week after having it I lost some of my finger nails and toe nails.   They all grew back and looked perfectly normal but me and Chandra just thought that I was a freak of nature.  I told her there is something just not right about losing your nails.  The Doctor said they have found this is pretty common anymore after having the virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1783021164300577516?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1783021164300577516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1783021164300577516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1783021164300577516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1783021164300577516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/oinkle-jonny.html' title='Oinkle Jonny'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-4643232813665866496</id><published>2007-11-13T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:56:02.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Winnie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzpEKW-rQWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cUQK-xC7ECw/s1600-h/pirate+winnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132489670099943778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzpEKW-rQWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cUQK-xC7ECw/s320/pirate+winnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Winnie down at WDW dressed up in a pirate hat.  She is really growing up fast.  Just these last few weeks she has been saying a lot of new words.  Today she said Chandra.  I asked her where is Chandra and she pointed to her mom and said mommy.  I asked her where is Jonathan and she pointed to me.  Then I asked here where Winnie was and she pointed to herself.  She has been saying please and thank you for a while.  She will say baby, potty, dog, NO, mine, sissy, here you go, ice, cold, Donald Duck, Mickey, Pluto, Goofy, and tonight she said spaghetti.  Her favorite words are candy and Mommeeeeeeee.  Nothing is safe anymore.  If she can't reach it she will just move a chair to get to it.  She can open any door we have.  Don't you dare try to stop her because then you will see the red head come out of her.  I am sure there are a bunch of words I left out but that is all I can think of now.  It is just like over night she began to talk where we could understand her.  She has always had something to say ever since she was born we just couldn't understand her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-4643232813665866496?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/4643232813665866496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=4643232813665866496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4643232813665866496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/4643232813665866496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/pirate-winnie.html' title='Pirate Winnie'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzpEKW-rQWI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cUQK-xC7ECw/s72-c/pirate+winnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7741383317734733998</id><published>2007-11-11T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:45:55.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Rzefp2-rQVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9GE-56bAcQo/s1600-h/family_dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131745841893818706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Rzefp2-rQVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9GE-56bAcQo/s320/family_dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our first Thanksgiving Dinner this evening. :)  I always enjoy the traditional Thanksgiving meal.  The more of them I get the better.  We went to Chandra's parents for dinner.  Everything tasted great!!!!  Miss Winnie enjoyed the deserts the best.  She was running around raiding the candy dishes.  All of us played a couple of games of uno and rummikub, which is always fun.  Lexi and Jag are starting to get old enough to enjoy and participate in the games.  There are always a few references to the Christmas Vacation movie while eating.  I am looking forward to more Thanksgiving meals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7741383317734733998?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7741383317734733998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7741383317734733998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7741383317734733998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7741383317734733998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='Thanksgiving Dinner'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Rzefp2-rQVI/AAAAAAAAALw/9GE-56bAcQo/s72-c/family_dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-7746505948497112611</id><published>2007-11-07T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:57:55.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJQdG-rQUI/AAAAAAAAALo/POGd4nq71io/s1600-h/k&amp;amp;c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130251386548339010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJQdG-rQUI/AAAAAAAAALo/POGd4nq71io/s320/k%26c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am already related to one of these space cadets and soon the other will be a relative. :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUPER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-7746505948497112611?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/7746505948497112611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=7746505948497112611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7746505948497112611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/7746505948497112611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/relatives.html' title='Relatives'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJQdG-rQUI/AAAAAAAAALo/POGd4nq71io/s72-c/k%26c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2053345509185020824</id><published>2007-11-07T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:52:04.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I am back to work.  It will be two weeks tomorrow that I had surgery.  I trimmed a few horses last Tuesday and that was a little to soon to be working.  I was alright until I tried to rasp the feet and every muscle in my stomach came alive.  I was able to do 6 horses on Wednesday, took Thursday off and did a full days worth of work on Friday.  I have been shoeing every day this week and feel pretty good.  My stomach is a little tender but it is tolerable.  I went to the surgeon on Monday afternoon for him to take a look and make sure everything was healing like it should.  He said I looked great.  He said I should be able to go back to work in a few weeks.  Actually he said to use my own judgement and as long as it wasn't hurting me I should be good to go.  Now I am just trying to catch up on some of the horses I missed the last few weeks.  It makes me laugh because everyone says you need to take it easy after you get my horses done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2053345509185020824?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2053345509185020824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2053345509185020824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2053345509185020824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2053345509185020824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-3132750400757396102</id><published>2007-11-07T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:18:47.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is beginning to feel a little like winter time.  I am ready for some cold weather.  I have broke out the union suits and have been wearing them the last few days.  Don't worry I always make sure the back flap is closed, well most of the time.  When I bend over and feel a draft up the rear it reminds me to close up the flap.:)  The kids were discussing how they were going to build their snowman today on  the way to school.  I told them I didn't think we would be getting enough snow today to build a snowman.  They were just happy to see some flurries.  I received my first Christmas gift from one of my customers this evening.  It is the hoof pick pictured below.  These are typically used to clean out the horses feet, but I don't think I'll be using this one for that purpose.  I just love this time of year.  I am not burning up while shoeing, there are no flies and people give me gifts.  How much better can you get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJF9xg2B6I/AAAAAAAAALg/7cfz4RBl-AY/s1600-h/Hoofpick2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130239853093848994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJF9xg2B6I/AAAAAAAAALg/7cfz4RBl-AY/s320/Hoofpick2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-3132750400757396102?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/3132750400757396102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=3132750400757396102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3132750400757396102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/3132750400757396102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/RzJF9xg2B6I/AAAAAAAAALg/7cfz4RBl-AY/s72-c/Hoofpick2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-1347375572604236916</id><published>2007-11-05T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:03:00.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight was our Parent Teacher Conferences.  I was a little tentative to hear what Jaguar's teacher was going to say.  I was pleasantly surprised with what I heard.  Jaguar is doing great!!  He is really good academically and socially.  We asked now does he get in trouble for talking a lot and she said yes.  She said he is a very loud talker but he has been toning it down since the beginning of the school year.  She showed us a paper of his hand writing and it was very neat.  The other night at dinner he was sounding out words and we would ask him how to spell another word and he would spell it for us.:0  It just sneaked up on me that he was starting to read.  I was so anxious for Lexi to read at that age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went to Lexi's conference.  I never seem to worry about what they will say about sweet little Lexi.  She is doing great.  She is doing well academically and socially also.  She wanted to show me her locker.  She has a picture on Winnie, baby Hudson, and Courtney in her locker.   Jaguar could fit into the locker so me and Lexi kept shutting him in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wait until they have to deal with Winnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-1347375572604236916?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/1347375572604236916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=1347375572604236916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1347375572604236916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/1347375572604236916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='Parent Teacher Conference'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982872637786314555.post-2745356841149685880</id><published>2007-11-04T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:25:46.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Ry5FiRg2B5I/AAAAAAAAALY/0yDZRDjblgk/s1600-h/outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129113480740603794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Ry5FiRg2B5I/AAAAAAAAALY/0yDZRDjblgk/s320/outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the kids in their outfits.  Jag was Batman, Lexi was a pirate, and Winnie was a pumpkin.  Winnie didn't know what to expect at first but she soon realized that there was candy behind every door she went up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Ry5FFxg2B4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ksjoRNi5CZU/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129112991114332034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Ry5FFxg2B4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ksjoRNi5CZU/s320/candy.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackpot!!!&lt;br /&gt;The kids really got a lot of candy.  You can see that I already have my hand into the pile eating some of their candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2982872637786314555-2745356841149685880?l=wilsonredheads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/feeds/2745356841149685880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2982872637786314555&amp;postID=2745356841149685880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2745356841149685880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2982872637786314555/posts/default/2745356841149685880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsonredheads.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jonathan Wilson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786194326988039695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uhgn274B7m0/Ry5FiRg2B5I/AAAAAAAAALY/0yDZRDjblgk/s72-c/outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
