<?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-18235582</id><updated>2011-10-03T03:31:11.195-07:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>it's a chicks life</title><subtitle type='html'>"I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Phil. 1:3-6</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-6490665330171185565</id><published>2010-12-27T21:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:46:56.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker Family Grows!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/TRl5b8ooIFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/c75eJqTOjqk/s1600/pic%2Bof%2Bwalkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/TRl5b8ooIFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/c75eJqTOjqk/s320/pic%2Bof%2Bwalkers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555605136378175570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own Claire just had a baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elise Joy Walker was born on December 24 at 12:21am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet daddy, Joey, wrote an wonderful description of how the Lord provided for baby Elise and mom on their blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wackywalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wacky Walkers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click and enjoy the full story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of you Claire and the chicks are thrilled to have another girl in the bunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-6490665330171185565?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6490665330171185565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=6490665330171185565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6490665330171185565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6490665330171185565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2010/12/walker-family-grows.html' title='Walker Family Grows!!'/><author><name>Sarah Vierling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109712566640754809</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/_cSasvEkG8Tk/TRl5b8ooIFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/c75eJqTOjqk/s72-c/pic%2Bof%2Bwalkers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-2174946585216914623</id><published>2010-06-16T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:51:27.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay moves to ATX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post is a bit delayed...it's been written for months, but was never published. &lt;br /&gt;I moved to Austin in October. &lt;br /&gt;Better late than never!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past year I have been living in a little 'Bungalow' in Denton. It's been great. BUT...I really really missed having roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqlpcfbC5I/AAAAAAAAATA/Kjce5UiTmB8/s1600-h/Bungalow+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqlpcfbC5I/AAAAAAAAATA/Kjce5UiTmB8/s400/Bungalow+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420827232935021458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bungalow sure was cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these girls are way cuter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqoTtd9DDI/AAAAAAAAATI/aejqqyspwVQ/s1600-h/December+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqoTtd9DDI/AAAAAAAAATI/aejqqyspwVQ/s400/December+2009+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420830158070025266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving my new home in Austin with Rubey and Jess. Truly, I feel spoiled by this little set-up I've got going now... I was able to take my incredible job with me to Austin. So I am able to continue working for a really incredible company doing something I really enjoy and live with people I really love! I mean...wow! &lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick house tour. You should come visit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpouJFQMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p9igvalDeeA/s1600-h/ATX1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpouJFQMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p9igvalDeeA/s400/ATX1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420831618539798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpobfvScI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l1HVvEMKHR8/s1600-h/ATX2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpobfvScI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l1HVvEMKHR8/s400/ATX2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420831613534554562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpoDgg-PI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3zpHMvWRb18/s1600-h/ATX3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqpoDgg-PI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3zpHMvWRb18/s400/ATX3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420831607095359730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Szqpn6Olp-I/AAAAAAAAATw/t4i3Zb10Kv0/s1600-h/ATX4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Szqpn6Olp-I/AAAAAAAAATw/t4i3Zb10Kv0/s400/ATX4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420831604604250082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-2174946585216914623?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2174946585216914623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=2174946585216914623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2174946585216914623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2174946585216914623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2010/06/hay-moves-to-atx.html' title='Hay moves to ATX!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqlpcfbC5I/AAAAAAAAATA/Kjce5UiTmB8/s72-c/Bungalow+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-2553021090283344429</id><published>2010-06-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:17:03.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke Home From Thailand!!!</title><content type='html'>To keep the chick blog alive.... here's an update on my (Brooke) life in the past year! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478717176359058322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_itCTy7fhOsY/TAhQPpG2e5I/AAAAAAAABtg/1iAz9nram40/s400/flowerpink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last August I returned from the beautiful, tropical country of Thailand. I miss the green mountains, gorgeous beaches, colorful flowers, and huge waterfalls. After three awesome &amp;amp; at times challenging years, I moved back to Texas. I deeply miss my friends in Thailand and hope to go back and visit them in the next couple of years. It's fun to keep up with them and hear how their hearts and lives continue to be touched by our Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past ten months I've been involved in college ministry in the States. Based out of UT-Arlington, I spend most of my days hangin out with college kids. Mentoring and sharing life with them has been a joy. I really think I have the best job in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the sweet girls..... we went to college girls' conference in Aggieland this past year! We had a great time together at a ranch near College Station. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478718342538707138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_itCTy7fhOsY/TAhRThdvwMI/AAAAAAAABto/nCln5o7wT9g/s400/UTA+Girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past year I've felt like a college kid again. Maybe I'm in denial about being in my upper 20s. But, I've eaten enough pizza and stayed up past midnight way too many times to be outta college. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the awesome parts of my job is to encourage students to take part in missions locally and globally. This year our students raised over $14,000 t0 send students on mission trips. A large portion was raised at an auction. I was one of the lucky "winners" who was auctioned off to slide down a slip-n-slide of nasty old food products. Check out the video link below for a visual. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_BHqYYnzUA"&gt;JAR WARS Fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be working on full-time BSM staff this coming school year. I'm excited to continue life with college students and can't wait to be a part of the journey ahead! &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/18235582-2553021090283344429?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2553021090283344429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=2553021090283344429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2553021090283344429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2553021090283344429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-keep-chick-blog-alive.html' title='Brooke Home From Thailand!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11848992163617544295</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/_itCTy7fhOsY/TAhQPpG2e5I/AAAAAAAABtg/1iAz9nram40/s72-c/flowerpink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-4144945948763270945</id><published>2010-01-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:20:31.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walkers Move to Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqfpJUeM4I/AAAAAAAAARo/8lSox8EXfVA/s1600-h/Claire+and+Joe+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqfpJUeM4I/AAAAAAAAARo/8lSox8EXfVA/s400/Claire+and+Joe+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420820630719050626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Szqfoe0JNqI/AAAAAAAAARg/YAuRUYIOz9Y/s1600-h/Claire+and+Joe+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Szqfoe0JNqI/AAAAAAAAARg/YAuRUYIOz9Y/s400/Claire+and+Joe+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420820619309168290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely (and wacky) &lt;a href="http://wackywalkers.wordpress.com/"&gt;Walkers&lt;/a&gt; have become a bi-coastal couple. Their love story started on the banks of Lake Tahoe and then traveled to the smoky mountains of Boone, NC. And now, dear readers, Joey and Claire have returned to their beloved west coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walkers reside in the booming metropolis of Colusa, CA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have single-handedly doubled the under-30 population in the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe has finished his student teaching/coaching and is now taking on the task of youth pastor and YoungLife leader. Yep, he's a busy guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our little Cla is rocking yet another school as the best Chemistry/Biology/Physics teacher of all time. She is also qualified to teach in 3 states now. Booyah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Colusa does have its benefits. Only an hour away from Tahoe, San Fran and Chico-- the Walkers are able to partake in all of California's finest outdoor activities when they can. They are also living in abundance with pomegranate farms, almond trees and other yummy fruit (just ripe for the stealing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have really figured out how to make life work for them in Cali. A few of the chicks have already ventured out west for a visit. With homemade pie, stellar views, the smallest mountain range in the world, great hiking, and lots of laughing--there's much to love about the Walker home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty sure there's nothing Joe and Claire can't do. They make a great team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on our fearless travelers' list? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home ownership. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping escrow is more than just an strange sounding word....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-4144945948763270945?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4144945948763270945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=4144945948763270945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4144945948763270945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4144945948763270945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/walkers-move-to-cali.html' title='The Walkers Move to Cali'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqfpJUeM4I/AAAAAAAAARo/8lSox8EXfVA/s72-c/Claire+and+Joe+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-209724854288901106</id><published>2010-01-06T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:04:36.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICK REUNION (minus Brookie...)</title><content type='html'>In June 5/6 of us gathered for a weekend of fun! We met Jess in College Station. It was the first time to be back in CS together since graduating. Naturally, we stopped at Layne's for dinner first thing and then took a little tour down memory lane...we made it to Eagle Pass and imposed ourselves on the sweet girls who live there now. It was surreal being back in that house. We walked around campus reminiscing about our days there. The Hendrick's generously opened their home to us for the night and the boys even gave up their beds for us. &lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to the metroplex and had some time together at Sarah's apartment. Mr. D.O. even stopped by to see us. &lt;br /&gt;The next day marked the first Six Chick Baby Shower! We hope there are countless more. We are pretty crazy about little Ms. Ashlyn Helton. More on that later... &lt;br /&gt;We even found some time to get out on the lake. It really was the cherry on top of a dreamy weekend together.  &lt;br /&gt;We sure missed Brookie big time, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqasI_Uz9I/AAAAAAAAARI/a0_NiZXeXAE/s1600-h/Reunion+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqasI_Uz9I/AAAAAAAAARI/a0_NiZXeXAE/s400/Reunion+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420815184611823570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarzmNXqI/AAAAAAAAARA/ptmf11xFfCs/s1600-h/Reunion+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarzmNXqI/AAAAAAAAARA/ptmf11xFfCs/s400/Reunion+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420815178869333666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarfMPigI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ndM6p8j0ey8/s1600-h/Reunion+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarfMPigI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ndM6p8j0ey8/s400/Reunion+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420815173391714818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarPbtySI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6LgZn2ewJR0/s1600-h/Reunion+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqarPbtySI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6LgZn2ewJR0/s400/Reunion+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420815169161644322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqaqUgXbJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vNBpiocH_Y8/s1600-h/Reunion+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqaqUgXbJI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vNBpiocH_Y8/s400/Reunion+7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420815153343458450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ8VIblbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wPD7lJOrZlc/s1600-h/Reunion+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ8VIblbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wPD7lJOrZlc/s400/Reunion+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420814363237520818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ8MIKlDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z8UoDV-leOs/s1600-h/Reunion+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ8MIKlDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/z8UoDV-leOs/s400/Reunion+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420814360820487218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ7mn0hYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xoj-9Uhk3jM/s1600-h/Reunion+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ7mn0hYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Xoj-9Uhk3jM/s400/Reunion+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420814350752712066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ7atM_EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q4Y1McPx-Lg/s1600-h/Reunion+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ7atM_EI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q4Y1McPx-Lg/s400/Reunion+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420814347554061378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ65WjWaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UOBuOlVK_xM/s1600-h/Reunion+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqZ65WjWaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UOBuOlVK_xM/s400/Reunion+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420814338600688034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-209724854288901106?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/209724854288901106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=209724854288901106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/209724854288901106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/209724854288901106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2010/01/chick-reunion-minus-brookie.html' title='CHICK REUNION (minus Brookie...)'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqasI_Uz9I/AAAAAAAAARI/a0_NiZXeXAE/s72-c/Reunion+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-6279629436975875692</id><published>2010-01-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:07:31.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica Schmale Photography</title><content type='html'>May officially marked the opening of the first Chick-owned business. Jessica is such a talented photographer. If you haven't checked out her blog you sure are missing out. &lt;a href="http://jessicaschmale.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jessicaschmale.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know Jess it shouldn't surprise you that she has a real gift of capturing people from behind the camera lens. Her love for people and talent for making you feel known translates so naturally in her photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favs of hers. There are so many more. Really, you should just go check her blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVmx49KQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DdkSafw02kg/s1600-h/JS+Photo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809594953607426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVmx49KQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DdkSafw02kg/s400/JS+Photo7.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24570710@N04/4189067431/" title="Arnim family 09_bl by jlschmale, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/4189067431_e88935886e.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Arnim family 09_bl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVmTODjvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AGf0UJQaw0M/s1600-h/JS+Photo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809586720607986" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVmTODjvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/AGf0UJQaw0M/s400/JS+Photo6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVRXEqVYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kTQ8GLrStoM/s1600-h/JS+Photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809226977695106" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVRXEqVYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kTQ8GLrStoM/s400/JS+Photo5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQ0lIVHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fGG3XBBjpA4/s1600-h/JS+Photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809217718637682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQ0lIVHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fGG3XBBjpA4/s400/JS+Photo4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24570710@N04/3879062260/" title="Rachel_bl 007 by jlschmale, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/3879062260_f02393bc85.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Rachel_bl 007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQrJegpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YRVHMcwYvTI/s1600-h/JS+Photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809215186731666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQrJegpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YRVHMcwYvTI/s400/JS+Photo3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQeChOFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/41CI4wkLpYc/s1600-h/JS+Photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809211667888210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVQeChOFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/41CI4wkLpYc/s400/JS+Photo2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVP8cKO_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/10HWYkinoUA/s1600-h/JS+Photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420809202648628210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVP8cKO_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/10HWYkinoUA/s400/JS+Photo1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-6279629436975875692?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6279629436975875692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=6279629436975875692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6279629436975875692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6279629436975875692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/jessica-schmale-photography.html' title='Jessica Schmale Photography'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqVmx49KQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DdkSafw02kg/s72-c/JS+Photo7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7077111172457652066</id><published>2009-12-29T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:18:05.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year in the Chicks Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqN7jJ501I/AAAAAAAAAOY/om2D3sEUxMc/s1600-h/New+Years+%2706+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqN7jJ501I/AAAAAAAAAOY/om2D3sEUxMc/s400/New+Years+%2706+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420801155682390866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Chick Blog has taken a little break in 2009, but the Chicks sure haven't! In the coming posts we will give our faithful readers (our parents) a 2009 Six Chick Recap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-7077111172457652066?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7077111172457652066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7077111172457652066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7077111172457652066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7077111172457652066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-chicks-life.html' title='A Year in the Chicks Life'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SzqN7jJ501I/AAAAAAAAAOY/om2D3sEUxMc/s72-c/New+Years+%2706+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-4249981686383727536</id><published>2009-03-27T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:04:10.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317873145865797378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/Sczhc2vrfwI/AAAAAAAAAho/HvCZIPvFbMw/s400/DSC04049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in--we're getting together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just because we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire's coming to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica's coming to Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Lauren, and Hayley live in Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookie will be in...well...Thailand, but we'll talk about her the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you girls so much that I cannot even explain it. I yearn for a fabulous vacation that will make a great blog, a great facebook album, but most importantly give much needed quality time with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, June 18 cannot come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;CW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--look how far we've come!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317874187946822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/ScziZgzKCuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/5hGnIF-uG7Y/s400/oh+NO%21%21%21+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319398585971123330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SdJM1J-GJII/AAAAAAAAAiA/Dcfd4Z7A7yE/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/ScziZ16PoBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/c5y1KtSQeIw/s1600-h/walker+prep-174.jpg"&gt;&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/18235582-4249981686383727536?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4249981686383727536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=4249981686383727536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4249981686383727536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4249981686383727536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2009/03/reunion-official.html' title='Reunion Official'/><author><name>Claire Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04618214036240602961</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/_zr_rPoy_yWo/Sczhc2vrfwI/AAAAAAAAAho/HvCZIPvFbMw/s72-c/DSC04049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-3703597466942146594</id><published>2009-01-25T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:53:14.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprons, Apple Pie and Alias</title><content type='html'>I rang in the New Year in style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boone, NC style that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very first day of 2009 I flew to meet the Walkers and gain a little understanding of these "blue mountains" that Claire has been raving about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one starts off well. Joey and Claire surprise me by taking an early flight from CA to Charlotte and meeting me by my gate. I was prepared to wait for a few hours for them to get in!! We are just so good at planning these crazy adventures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head up to Boone, a mere 2 hour journey into the hills. I lounge in the back of Andre the Su-bah-roo while we catch up. The trip has an intermission at Bo Jangles. A yummy NC fast food joint. Fried chicken is good in every state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey kindly gives up his spot in the bed and Claire and I relive the old days by sleeping side by side. We awake to the sound of sizzling bacon and toasty biscuits! My favorite kind of morning. Now, I don't know if Joey was trying to impress me or not, but it worked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate in our pj's and then took account of the situation at hand. Claire and I had both been sick for a few days; I was pretty numb with all the Nyquil in my system, but she was getting worse. So what to do? Take best friend and husband to the doctor with you, of course! After meeting with Dr. Man who made Claire take her shirt off and several trips to Walgreens, we were safely back on the couch with meds and BOTH Batman movies. I think Joe wants to be Batman, Claire was shocked I had not seen them and I just love a good sequel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so great to help me get caught up on all this pop culture I had missed out on the past two years. Batman is awesome! Sidenote: That Joker guy was really creepy. Now I can see why everyone was talking about Heath Ledger for so long.  I'll always remember the good old days of him singing on the bleachers and playing paintball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and lest I forget---Joey went out to get our lunch. I don't think I moved one muscle for about 6 hours straight. Delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one whole day nearly spent in our pajamas we were ready for more adventure the second day. We drove through some really pretty area that I can't remember the name of now and then hopped out of the car and went for a hike. I love the mountains! It was so good to be outside and see these two in their element. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjuir3pI/AAAAAAAAACI/tieuNnAnfFU/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjuir3pI/AAAAAAAAACI/tieuNnAnfFU/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442127204638354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the apartment with one little stop at an antiques market, cuz Claire knows me so well. :) When we were back in Boone, several noteworthy things occurred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Claire taught me how to make an apple pie from scratch. &lt;br /&gt;2. I wore a confiscated Starbucks apron- instantly increasing my cool points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjXWtCCI/AAAAAAAAACA/AvteroRgSzk/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjXWtCCI/AAAAAAAAACA/AvteroRgSzk/s320/IMG_4508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442120980367394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;3. I witnessed Joey Walker watch his first episode of Alias--ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know he couldn't be married to the fanatic formerly known as Claire Borne for long before he too would be addicted. I think we watched about 5 episodes before I left and when I called them the next week, they were on season 3. Sydney Bristow now has a place in Joe's heart too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad way to start the year, huh?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkers, thanks for letting me hang out with you two! I so loved getting to see you love and serve each other!  I would sit on a couch in my pajamas or climb a mountain with you guys any day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjU53JZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j0RHQx2IHUQ/s1600-h/IMG_4505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjU53JZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/j0RHQx2IHUQ/s320/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442120322524562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just look at those matching hats!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-3703597466942146594?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3703597466942146594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=3703597466942146594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/3703597466942146594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/3703597466942146594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/aprons-apple-pie-and-alias.html' title='Aprons, Apple Pie and Alias'/><author><name>Sarah Vierling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109712566640754809</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/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SX0wjuir3pI/AAAAAAAAACI/tieuNnAnfFU/s72-c/IMG_4520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5927014150589615000</id><published>2008-12-01T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:16:55.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire is WED Walker!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/STVOSibdU9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/YIoN77FyWcY/s1600-h/boots+-+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275208618920989650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/STVOSibdU9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/YIoN77FyWcY/s400/boots+-+small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claire Borne is no longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true, folks, she's now CLAIRE ELISE WALKER! She's married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was a blast. We enjoyed the time together and with old friends, but mostly it was just awesome to celebrate Joey and Claire's future together. Praise God for bringing them together and for the years ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you'd like to see more photos &lt;a href="http://jessicaschmale.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarah-hayley-and-claire-by-jlschmale-on.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5927014150589615000?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5927014150589615000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5927014150589615000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5927014150589615000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5927014150589615000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/12/claire-is-wed-walker.html' title='Claire is WED Walker!!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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/_ojoT4rQyud4/STVOSibdU9I/AAAAAAAABOQ/YIoN77FyWcY/s72-c/boots+-+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5160650524395681673</id><published>2008-10-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:44:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24570710@N04/2959002778/" title="chicks set up camp by jlschmale, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2959002778_bbf4ffc1f9.jpg" width="350" height="248" alt="chicks set up camp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to do this for several weeks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my tardiness (but don't I say that everytime?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 6, we chicks celebrated Claire's upcoming weddedness. It was a BLAST! We know how to party! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24570710@N04/2959004132/" title="Claire and her cookie dough by jlschmale, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2959004132_d0a85b3420.jpg" width="350" height="248" alt="Claire and her cookie dough" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written about it more extensively at &lt;a href="http://jessicaschmale.blogspot.com/2008/10/claire-showers.html"&gt;Jessica Lynn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess us having our own blogs was a little bit counteractive to our goal of keeping posted here, but I still love that we have this blog - even if no one checks it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those of you who are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5160650524395681673?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5160650524395681673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5160650524395681673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5160650524395681673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5160650524395681673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/claires-shower.html' title='Claire&apos;s shower!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3278/2959002778_bbf4ffc1f9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-1236834665897271721</id><published>2008-08-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:16:17.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I broke the rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SLnUrMxxB-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/qbIZOdh8Lpc/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SLnUrMxxB-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/qbIZOdh8Lpc/s320/DSC02719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240453480051705826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Hay, and Lauren came to visit me for my bridal shower and I forgot to post about it!  I broke the rules, Jessica, and I am so sorry!  Having them in Lafayette for the shower just absolutely made my summer.  I hate that I am forever away from all of you, but you are all in my heart and in my prayers.  I miss you deeply and am counting down the days until we are all together again with Brookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love you all!&lt;br /&gt;Cla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-1236834665897271721?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1236834665897271721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=1236834665897271721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/1236834665897271721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/1236834665897271721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-broke-rule.html' title='I broke the rule'/><author><name>Claire Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04618214036240602961</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/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SLnUrMxxB-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/qbIZOdh8Lpc/s72-c/DSC02719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-84992077154182646</id><published>2008-07-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:37:07.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Brother is Married</title><content type='html'>Ok, so he's not really my LITTLE brother, but he is my younger brother! We (the Haralson's) are so so happy to welcome Ms. Jenna Fagen into our family. I am so happy she is finally a Haralson too! It feels like she has been part of our family for a long time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was the most beautiful wedding I have ever been to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from our weekend in Colorado Springs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYto8GqyxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GuwQfqxQTRM/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYto8GqyxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GuwQfqxQTRM/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225914598962154258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYuCSYj1EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gabhMsgbJ7U/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYuCSYj1EI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gabhMsgbJ7U/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915034439504962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYunhIB9KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dRYfZIPEY8k/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYunhIB9KI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dRYfZIPEY8k/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915674051867810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYvQ-EQeZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c7zqRWQAwkA/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYvQ-EQeZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c7zqRWQAwkA/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916386195306898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYvvc7jWLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vAx8gZT0rt4/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYvvc7jWLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/vAx8gZT0rt4/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916909876369586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom made this fun little truck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYyAf_jghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EK8Njn9Tpx4/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYyAf_jghI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EK8Njn9Tpx4/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225919401779495442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride and Groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYwOebdlFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qnyvpBaDZug/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYwOebdlFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qnyvpBaDZug/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917442854589522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYxs8qoUhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YvGemOmcJuU/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYxs8qoUhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YvGemOmcJuU/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225919065878974994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYysIxL5aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wloyR9xgMDs/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYysIxL5aI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wloyR9xgMDs/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225920151459456418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest Mr. and Mrs. Haralson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYzXpY--4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2P40RT3O4E/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYzXpY--4I/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2P40RT3O4E/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225920898950691714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYzuA6L_7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/MiK75Ld-oPE/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYzuA6L_7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/MiK75Ld-oPE/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225921283221094322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIY0WCJy4_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9SqV_LC84AU/s1600-h/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIY0WCJy4_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9SqV_LC84AU/s400/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225921970749760498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier for my brother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fam, Jenna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you both so much, &lt;br /&gt;Hay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-84992077154182646?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/84992077154182646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=84992077154182646&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/84992077154182646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/84992077154182646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-brother-is-married.html' title='My Little Brother is Married'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/SIYto8GqyxI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GuwQfqxQTRM/s72-c/Beau+and+Jenna%27s+Wedding+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7717229571585994149</id><published>2008-07-17T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:54:53.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire in AUSTIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's right! I spent an INCREDIBLE Independence weekend with the future Mrs. Walker. Claire and her future husband Joey came in Andre the Subaru to &lt;a href="http://claireborne.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-love-schmale.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;visit me in ATX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for 4th of July weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SIAfQN5iTkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/31xLlfZPpKk/s1600-h/Subaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SIAfQN5iTkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/31xLlfZPpKk/s400/Subaru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224209931219127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also Jill the Thrill came in from Houston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SIAZ0q1_QMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-aqxpihe5og/s1600-h/JilandClaire_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SIAZ0q1_QMI/AAAAAAAAAx8/-aqxpihe5og/s400/JilandClaire_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224203960394399938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun! We played on the lake, barbequed bratwurst, cliff jumped, photographed &amp;amp; saw awesome fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SH-fzlUkthI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1QCoiCFVAtE/s1600-h/cliffjumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224069801313613330" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SH-fzlUkthI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1QCoiCFVAtE/s400/cliffjumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, seeing one chick at a time makes me miss "us" a lot. I still dream of "one day" when we'll all live near each other raising our little families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaschmale.blogspot.com/2008/07/claire-joey-engagement.html"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see more photos of the lovely couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;js&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/18235582-7717229571585994149?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7717229571585994149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7717229571585994149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7717229571585994149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7717229571585994149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/claire-in-austin.html' title='Claire in AUSTIN!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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/_ojoT4rQyud4/SIAfQN5iTkI/AAAAAAAAAyE/31xLlfZPpKk/s72-c/Subaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5490521743107650664</id><published>2008-06-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:48:15.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw her too!</title><content type='html'>Because of the rules...I must let everyone in chick world know that I, too, saw Claire Borne after she got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;As I think about how "random" the timing was, I just am so thankful to the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;He worked it out so that during the 24 hours I had in Lewisville--Claire and Joe would get engaged and I could see my sweet bunkmate and bunkmate's boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3tQAmZcI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjOr0nBbynI/s1600-h/308200910_PUKYc-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3tQAmZcI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjOr0nBbynI/s320/308200910_PUKYc-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208826063305991618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My shirt says "cheer" on it so I was trying to show it off to the clearly exuberant Claire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3WmWFaZI/AAAAAAAAABA/jxjkmsi21sc/s1600-h/308201015_LSWhb-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3WmWFaZI/AAAAAAAAABA/jxjkmsi21sc/s320/308201015_LSWhb-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208825674164693394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scream, scream, scream, big hug, scare Joe, scream some more....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3WIVP-1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X_sbhAH1sms/s1600-h/308201215_TmC8U-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3WIVP-1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/X_sbhAH1sms/s320/308201215_TmC8U-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208825666108128082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE ring. Soooo Claire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joe for ticking her off and surprising her SO GOOD all in one day. &lt;br /&gt;That just makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Claire Borne (soon-to-be) Walker!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5490521743107650664?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5490521743107650664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5490521743107650664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5490521743107650664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5490521743107650664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-saw-her-too.html' title='I saw her too!'/><author><name>Sarah Vierling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109712566640754809</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://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/SEl3tQAmZcI/AAAAAAAAABI/xjOr0nBbynI/s72-c/308200910_PUKYc-M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-4329441982862484015</id><published>2008-06-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:16:58.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Faces</title><content type='html'>This post is certainly overdue to say the least. I suppose I was procrastinating due to the lack of decent photos I took this weekend. However, since I made the rule, I must follow through even if it is a few weeks late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friends Ali and Danny SANABRIA were married in Lewisville on May 17. Needing an excuse to go see my Dallas chicks, I packed up and made a weekend of it. The wedding was down the road from Claire's casa so I stayed with my &lt;a href="http://claireborne.blogspot.com/2008/05/future-mrs-joey-walker-aaahhh.html"&gt;soon to be engaged &lt;/a&gt;BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the wedding on Saturday The Heltons hospitably fed me lunch (I find myself mooching meals off of my married friends far too often lately - THANK YOU!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which Lauren and I squinted at the sun in our attempts to identify whether or not there is a man in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb1RDpv7YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6c8AqJ1AoJU/s1600-h/silly+J%26L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb1RDpv7YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6c8AqJ1AoJU/s400/silly+J%26L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208119692487552386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heltons smiled for a photo next, but Brice was rushing me as he was anxious to return to his target practice. Who knew he was into killing hummingbirds? Watch it with that gun, Brice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb0mXMsYhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nNhk8VNzTyQ/s1600-h/The+Heltons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb0mXMsYhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/nNhk8VNzTyQ/s400/The+Heltons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208118959000019474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Claire and I were able to grab breakfast with &lt;a href="http://prothro.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mrs. Prothro &lt;/a&gt;before I left town. The following photo displays our reaction to hearing that Obama clenched the democratic nomination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb1Fo0KubI/AAAAAAAAAUk/twGPbLI7H-U/s1600-h/Silly+J%26C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb1Fo0KubI/AAAAAAAAAUk/twGPbLI7H-U/s400/Silly+J%26C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208119496304933298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I do think it's time for our dear Miss Borne to update us on some bridal outings. I'm certain she's spent some quality "chick time" planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-4329441982862484015?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4329441982862484015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=4329441982862484015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4329441982862484015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4329441982862484015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend-of-faces.html' title='A Weekend of Faces'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SEb1RDpv7YI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6c8AqJ1AoJU/s72-c/silly+J%26L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-1639747261714954080</id><published>2008-04-28T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:51:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK'n TX</title><content type='html'>Two chicks were together this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also joined by our friend Jenn--she's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the drive from Dallas and Austin to Katy, TX to attend the wedding of two very old friends--Ian and Gina ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few very "chick" things occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We hugged and talked in "baby language".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready. (Chicks, you know how this goes--I am ready first and is rushing the other two out of the hotel room!  Some things will never change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed out the door (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the wedding with about 5 minutes to spare.   (All we cared is that we made it before Gina walked down the aisle, and it was a success!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pooped by 9pm.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fabulous wedding--Gina was beautiful and Ian was..well handsome (is that awkward to say??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn was a fabulous edition to the weekend and as you can see below would have fit it just perfectly with the 6 of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SBZBueKUrqI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z05hvh97niI/s1600-h/Rock+Wedding+005_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194411486844595874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SBZBueKUrqI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z05hvh97niI/s320/Rock+Wedding+005_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that must be noted because I (Claire) am writing this blog under orders from Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up the next morning and went to our fabulous continental breakfast and was greeted with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SBZUNdT7lFI/AAAAAAAAASA/7azxnrnEGmQ/s1600-h/Rock+Wedding+011+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/SBZUNdT7lFI/AAAAAAAAASA/7azxnrnEGmQ/s320/Rock+Wedding+011+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194431810401702994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to comment--you all know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/18235582-1639747261714954080?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1639747261714954080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=1639747261714954080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/1639747261714954080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/1639747261714954080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/04/rockn-tx.html' title='ROCK&apos;n TX'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/SBZBueKUrqI/AAAAAAAAALg/Z05hvh97niI/s72-c/Rock+Wedding+005_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5021956817398056960</id><published>2008-04-07T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:45:39.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my chicks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R_qVyMtn9WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dEr94bRPKF0/s1600-h/chicks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186622610509133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R_qVyMtn9WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dEr94bRPKF0/s320/chicks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I took this photo with you in mind, my chicks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a chick suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As eaglepass.blogspot.com has changed over the last few years it's purpose has gone undefined.&lt;br /&gt;While its updates, though infrequent, are always enjoyed, I believe it's time to make some (really "a") guideline/requirement! I know you love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we will undoubtably continue gathering together, I suggest that when 2 or more chicks are gathered a photo must be taken and a blog entry posted about the events. This way posts will be consistant and all will enjoy reading (even if "all" only includes B, C, H, J, L &amp;amp; S).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the fact that 3 of you are in the Dallas area means that those of us outside the metroplex miss out on some exciting get-togethers. This way we will all stay informed, and enjoy the activities from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what do you think? You in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5021956817398056960?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5021956817398056960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5021956817398056960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5021956817398056960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5021956817398056960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-chicks_07.html' title='To my chicks.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R_qVyMtn9WI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dEr94bRPKF0/s72-c/chicks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5569813857020077601</id><published>2008-04-03T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:01:35.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the places you will go little fleece!</title><content type='html'>The chick paraphernalia has traveled many places over the years.&lt;br /&gt;Cali.&lt;br /&gt;Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;East Texas.&lt;br /&gt;The bayou of Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The items of clothing that have stories of their own are legendary.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates in Italy know and understand and love my "chick socks."&lt;br /&gt;Hayley wore her "chick shirt" on the plane ride from DFW to FLR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the tops on (probably) our list of memorabilia: the fleece.&lt;br /&gt;These little guys have lived good lives. Monogrammed and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another episode in the life of a well-loved fleece: The one with the Tuscan bike ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other half of the chicks who couldn't join us--this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/R_VSNoK10KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0znnyh_fW5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/R_VSNoK10KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0znnyh_fW5Y/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185140940061659298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5569813857020077601?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5569813857020077601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5569813857020077601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5569813857020077601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5569813857020077601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-places-you-will-go-little-fleece.html' title='Oh, the places you will go little fleece!'/><author><name>Sarah Vierling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00109712566640754809</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://bp2.blogger.com/_cSasvEkG8Tk/R_VSNoK10KI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0znnyh_fW5Y/s72-c/IMG_0714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-2107031872560327018</id><published>2008-03-26T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:00:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>...our parents sang us the 6 chicks song at our graduation party to tune of "The Brady Bunch" theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109371244334594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/R-qNBGQ9zgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/O3UmXnWyldU/s320/chick+song+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109233805381106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/R-qM5GQ9zfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4em4yNO5lSw/s320/chick+song+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you were not there or you forgot the words, here they are for your enjoyment.  Make sure that you sing them in your head to "The Brady Bunch" theme song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story, Of Claire and Sarah,&lt;br /&gt;Of Lauren, Hayley, Jessica and Brooke.&lt;br /&gt;They were co-eds, each on their own,&lt;br /&gt;To Aggieland they looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the storyOf 6 lovely ladies,&lt;br /&gt;Who all, we're sure, were just a bit homesick.&lt;br /&gt;But they soon would all come together&lt;br /&gt;And before we knew it they were the Six Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Chicks, The Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;This is how they became the Six Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few short years ago they all left high school.&lt;br /&gt;As anxious parents waved good-bye and cried,&lt;br /&gt;They all headed out to College Station&lt;br /&gt;Pumped full of Aggie Pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole freshman year was quite a struggle&lt;br /&gt;With roommates, cafeterias and dorms.&lt;br /&gt;The Chicks were spread out all over campus.&lt;br /&gt;The bus became the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came houses and apartment living.&lt;br /&gt;The Zone or Walton was the place to start.&lt;br /&gt;One was even a Carnation Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;They were closer to each other yet apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Chicks, The Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;This is how they became the Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day they had an inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;It all began with 6 parent phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;A truly hair-brained scheme to live together&lt;br /&gt;In a 2 bathroom house for them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the parents were invited&lt;br /&gt;To inspect the future nest of the Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;So they came, and the Chicks were all excited.&lt;br /&gt;The house on Eagle Pass would not be nixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Chicks, The Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;This is how they became the Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon came "the Boys " and their Prank Wars,&lt;br /&gt;And the game of one-upmanship began.&lt;br /&gt;But they did not realize with whom they battled,&lt;br /&gt;And the Chicks finished with the upper hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the trips to all their home town&lt;br /&gt;Where their bond of friendship stretched out to include&lt;br /&gt;Parents, siblings, grandparents and others,&lt;br /&gt;And so the Chick family grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was “A Simple Glimpse”,&lt;br /&gt;Which we checked religiously come high or low,&lt;br /&gt;For the Chicks were always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;The blog became our way to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later,The party's over.&lt;br /&gt;Their futures they are anxious to start.&lt;br /&gt;But the bonds of Eagle Pass will never leave them,&lt;br /&gt;Locked forever in each precious Chick’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Six Chicks, The Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how they became the Six Chicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-2107031872560327018?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2107031872560327018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=2107031872560327018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2107031872560327018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2107031872560327018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Claire Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04618214036240602961</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://bp1.blogger.com/_zr_rPoy_yWo/R-qNBGQ9zgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/O3UmXnWyldU/s72-c/chick+song+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-9156411989659165041</id><published>2008-03-23T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:12:19.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Mems</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R-ckoMtn9TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o54RSVvTa7Y/s320/sarah%27s+pictures+066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181150169339000114" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R-ck6Mtn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PpfvXwM0ndA/s1600-h/sarah%27s+pictures+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R-ck6Mtn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PpfvXwM0ndA/s320/sarah%27s+pictures+060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181150478576645442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Easter, World (should that be capitalized? It is the only one of its kind)! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this day there are so many things that I am thankful for, the greatest of which is the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, because of which my sins are forgiven and I will spend eternity in Paradise with my KING.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incidentally my entire family (that is the extended kind) spent the holiday in Hawaii - WITHOUT ME - which left sister and myself in ATX to celebrate. Therefore, I spent this weekend photographing several Easter egg hunts. I work for a children's home, and, let's just say there are LOTS of sad would-be mother chickens due to the way we celebrate this holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While each hunt was unique, they all left me thinking about one very special Easter Egg Hunt. THE GREAT DARK HUNT OF 2005 was the one I remembered. Spent with my chicks&amp;amp;friends in college, it will go down in the books. This post is officially dedicated to those pictured above. Girls, guys, I really do love each one of you. I'm so thankful for the gift of friends and the memories made. I love that there are memories of "us" attached to each holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...love you! Happy Easter. Thanks, Brooke, for our midnight madness Easter Egg Hunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful that I get to spend eternity in Heaven with you all due to our Father's sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~js&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/18235582-9156411989659165041?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/9156411989659165041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=9156411989659165041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/9156411989659165041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/9156411989659165041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-mems.html' title='Easter Mems'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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/_ojoT4rQyud4/R-ckoMtn9TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/o54RSVvTa7Y/s72-c/sarah%27s+pictures+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-5054153443636093908</id><published>2008-02-13T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:16:04.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who aren't new to this six chicks blog (I expect there are few) you will notice some changes. As a sign of my comittment to this blog, I've decided to update. Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://derrickoliver.wordpress.com/"&gt;Derrick &lt;/a&gt;for the header design and for a &lt;a href="http://www.childrenatheartministries.org/"&gt;job &lt;/a&gt;that allows me time in front of a computer, I was able to work on some necessary improvements, and the blog is all new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it unnecessary to include a photo in this post as all I could think to include was a photo of the blog &lt;em&gt;itself&lt;/em&gt; - which seemed too strange even for &lt;em&gt;myself&lt;/em&gt;. I thought about including a virtual tour of the changes, but decided that anyone reading was educated enough to explore and discover all without accompaniment (that is assuming they are even interested). Enjoy the new and improved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still trying to figure out when it was vamped,&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5054153443636093908?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5054153443636093908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5054153443636093908&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5054153443636093908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5054153443636093908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/02/revamped-but-was-it-ever-really-vamped.html' title='Revamped.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7487255869234590238</id><published>2008-02-11T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:10:17.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age is Beauty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165793451216062946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CVxjrFyeI/AAAAAAAAACU/ueH1KkVEwhQ/s320/b%26w.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One of my favorite people turns 80 on Wednesday. &lt;strong&gt;John William Schmale!&lt;/strong&gt; This past weekend my family traveled to grandma and grandpa's house. As long as I can remember we have made the 14 hour drive annually. We argue some, sleep a lot and read books on the long drive. Mom has always read to dad as he drove all that way and fussed at him when his eyelids got heavy. He never would share the driver's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately this weekend WE FLEW! I can only remember one other time in my whole childhood that the 5 of us flew together. It sure was easier to fly into St Louis, rent a car and drive only an hour and a half down to small (or should I say TINY ) Fredericktown, MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasion was magnificent! Surprising Grandpa with our arrival was our lofty plan. While he wasn't surprised (Grandma (who's got the flu) asked him to clean the basement bathroom "in case anyone came for his party and had to stay at their house"), Gramps was still excited to see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, celebrating 80 years is a BIG deal in the Schmale family. Grandma and Grandpa hosted 70 guests in the quaint house that my dad and his little brother grew up in. With an open bar, a huge cake and catered appetizers my geriatric friends were satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greeted by dozens of strangers who remembered me from my childhood. The following are just a few of memories made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CXQzrFyhI/AAAAAAAAACs/my30U1EZNDY/s1600-h/IMG_2494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165795087598602770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CXQzrFyhI/AAAAAAAAACs/my30U1EZNDY/s320/IMG_2494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandpa (front right) is the oldest of 10 kids. His siblings seldom see one another or talk each other for that matter. I was so excited that 4 of them made it to the party (front left is a spouse). Can you believe it? These are all SCHMALES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CYAjrFyjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GAs7iN0BC2w/s1600-h/IMG_2509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165795907937356338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CYAjrFyjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GAs7iN0BC2w/s320/IMG_2509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of the Schmale brothers. These are my great uncles - Charlie and Bob. Boy did they tell me stories - tryin to rag on their big brother on his 80th birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CXrDrFyiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pgVd10XAVaI/s1600-h/IMG_2490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165795538570168866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CXrDrFyiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pgVd10XAVaI/s320/IMG_2490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left: Sister Rachel, Granny (mom's stepmother), Papa (mom's dad) - both also live in tiny Fredericktown, and way cool 16-year old brother Ben. Apparently Rachel didn't care that Granny had something real important to tell her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CYVzrFykI/AAAAAAAAADE/4LA4AgVmsRk/s1600-h/IMG_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165796273009576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CYVzrFykI/AAAAAAAAADE/4LA4AgVmsRk/s320/IMG_2502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lovely Mark and Julie Schmale (dad and mom), back in their hometown 31 years later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CW6TrFygI/AAAAAAAAACk/RLOwE091s9k/s1600-h/IMG_2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165794701051546114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CW6TrFygI/AAAAAAAAACk/RLOwE091s9k/s320/IMG_2527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel and Papa - I just thought this photo was too good not to post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all - TERRIFIC WEEKEND! I sure do love family - especially the old ones. AND...I've promised to work on planning the first ever Schmale family reunion for Grandpa and his siblings summer '09. We'll see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~js &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/18235582-7487255869234590238?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7487255869234590238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7487255869234590238&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7487255869234590238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7487255869234590238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/02/age-is-beauty.html' title='Age is Beauty!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_ojoT4rQyud4/R7CVxjrFyeI/AAAAAAAAACU/ueH1KkVEwhQ/s72-c/b%26w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-343044884539190918</id><published>2008-01-18T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:46:27.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouts Honor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R5Dlwjk3d-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jrcj4o9YC70/s1600-h/Scout_Sign_jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R5Dlwjk3d-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jrcj4o9YC70/s400/Scout_Sign_jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156874195685570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the girls at our outstanding chick reunion that I would be better about updating the blog at this "new stage in my life."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our distance, time difference, full-time jobs, smashing social schedules and straight up new lives it is tough for us "catch up" as regularly as we would like. So here is my New Years resolution (only it's not really a new years resolution because, I actually hate those.): I, Jessica Schmale, do solemnly swear to update the blog more regularly than has been done in the past. (Note: this is a "cake" resolution. Incidentally the bar hasn't been set very high).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for you, reader, this may mean that you have a decision to make.  Do you really want to be in the head of Jessica Schmale?  It is a scary place sometimes - often hard to discern, sort through and understand. While I wish I could promise that in writing it may be easier to interpret, I make no promises.  Often my brain runs faster than my spoken words...one can only imagine what this does to the written words. Are you up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it! My pledge. My promise. My resolution (I've buckled). Get ‘em, 2008!&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-343044884539190918?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/343044884539190918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=343044884539190918&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/343044884539190918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/343044884539190918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/01/scouts-honor.html' title='Scouts Honor.'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R5Dlwjk3d-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jrcj4o9YC70/s72-c/Scout_Sign_jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-930338196965850027</id><published>2008-01-07T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:26:27.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update.</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago I began a blog about our Chick reunion. Unfortunately, I'm not really good at completion.  The blog would have started like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it! &lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;/strong&gt;did it! And by "we" I mean 6 we's!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have had a couple of photos and given a few details our our time together. Since this post is long overdue and since our individual chick bloggers have already reported on the matter, I will simply link you to their websites.  Please choose &lt;a href="http://brookebrandon.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://claireborne.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-break-recap.html"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://sarahvierling.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-in-tejas.html"&gt;Sarah &lt;/a&gt;for update on our LOVELY rendezvous. While it was short and sweet, it was a blast to spend time together.  As all three of them said (I believe) it feels like no time has passed at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-930338196965850027?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/930338196965850027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=930338196965850027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/930338196965850027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/930338196965850027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='An update.'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-220004153853747656</id><published>2007-12-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T22:05:49.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles in Charge</title><content type='html'>Of our days and our lives. &lt;br /&gt;(everybody now)&lt;br /&gt;Charles in Charge &lt;br /&gt;Of our wrongs and our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3cziW1IAUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgbu6q1cQ8Q/s1600-h/33077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3cziW1IAUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgbu6q1cQ8Q/s400/33077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149641364258423106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicks hit up another stop on the round o' weddings. This time it took us to the Woodlands to see Wes and Teri get hitched. There was one aspect of this wedding, though, that will set it apart from all other matrimonies in the future. No, we didn't get to meet Scott Baio, but we did get to hang out with one really cool guy named Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roitsch, that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3czi21IAVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jqNTOC9Qjmo/s1600-h/IMG_3040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3czi21IAVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jqNTOC9Qjmo/s400/IMG_3040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149641372848357714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Claire and Sarah enjoyed the Whitney wedding to the hilt because of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, cried and snorted our way through the most fun reception ever!!&lt;br /&gt;He entertained us, fed us ("Ladies, dessert!"), and gladly served as our personal paparazzi man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Charles!&lt;br /&gt;Since we are "besties" now, lets do it again, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3czjG1IAWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2j3Q6QlZvdg/s1600-h/IMG_3041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3czjG1IAWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2j3Q6QlZvdg/s400/IMG_3041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149641377143325026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-220004153853747656?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/220004153853747656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=220004153853747656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/220004153853747656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/220004153853747656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/12/charles-in-charge.html' title='Charles in Charge'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/R3cziW1IAUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Xgbu6q1cQ8Q/s72-c/33077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-8648255052677772045</id><published>2007-11-12T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:42:42.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So giddy I could pee my pants</title><content type='html'>The Six Chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDmZlEPLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FsrqsT5wXzs/s1600-h/n8315839_31506368_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDmZlEPLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FsrqsT5wXzs/s400/n8315839_31506368_33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132066839857478834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have come a long way.&lt;br /&gt;Braces and long hair and A&amp;M have become distant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDm5lEPMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7NCsvXcukwM/s1600-h/n8315839_31849574_7225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDm5lEPMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7NCsvXcukwM/s400/n8315839_31849574_7225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132066848447413442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have traveled to many places.&lt;br /&gt;Learned many lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Probably grown up a little bit. But only a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjGT5lEPPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZuM7224Xin0/s1600-h/n8315839_31506380_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjGT5lEPPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZuM7224Xin0/s400/n8315839_31506380_1136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132069820564782322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've walked through a lot together.&lt;br /&gt;One wedding is just the tip of the iceberg, really. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, puhleese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will soon be re-united. &lt;br /&gt;December 28-29.&lt;br /&gt;My new favorites dates. (It used to be April 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the countdown begin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDnplEPNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Oj3DqE9HE2s/s1600-h/n8315839_31855870_6465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDnplEPNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Oj3DqE9HE2s/s400/n8315839_31855870_6465.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132066861332315346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-8648255052677772045?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8648255052677772045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=8648255052677772045&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/8648255052677772045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/8648255052677772045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-giddy-i-could-pee-my-pants.html' title='So giddy I could pee my pants'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RzjDmZlEPLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FsrqsT5wXzs/s72-c/n8315839_31506368_33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7080734567715934507</id><published>2007-10-24T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:51:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in living color</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Recent email conversation between chick #5 and chick #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- I still dream of all of us living on the same cul-de-sac some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5- Glad someone else shares my pipe dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-7080734567715934507?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7080734567715934507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7080734567715934507&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7080734567715934507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7080734567715934507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-living-color.html' title='in living color'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-4899034607680051100</id><published>2007-10-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:29:41.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Change</title><content type='html'>Here I am.  It's been almost two months since I finished camp, and here I am.  I'm currently sitting at my parent's kitchen table in my pajamas sipping the amazing hazelnut coffee my mom just bought as I think about my limited plans for the day (I think I'll get a pedicure and get my car washed).  I don't mean to gloat.  Trust me, being ok with this "season" has been a long and hard road.  But from where I sit today I can finally recognize how much the Lord has blessed me the last couple months.  I would never have guessed that time at home without work or responsibility would have been so necessary for my spirtual, physical and emotional survival.  But it has.  God's taught me to wait on him.  He's taught me to rest in who he is, and, incidentally, who I am not.  He's teaching me to be content, but to find complete satisfaction in Him alone.  In this "quarter-life crisis" (as some have called it), I've longed for my home more often than not.  Its tough to accept that true, deep, tangible satisfaction won't come this side of heaven.  This world is not my home so the insecurity and confusion that often come with it are part of the territory.  &lt;br /&gt;I wish I was writing this entry to tell you that I know where I'm going next.  Sorry to disappoint, I'm still waiting for that direction.  However, I will update on some things I've learned since I've been in this season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.  I just don't think I can describe the blessing of family - my family atleast.  I've had a birthday since I've been here.  I'm 24 now (CRAZY!) and my parent's showered me with gifts.  They've bought me a car, contributed to my new camera, a new phone (not too bad - the contract was up :) )and helped out a little with a trip to see one of my best friends who pours it out for Jesus in New York City.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RwZYNMZZUeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6IYbB7Rs2bw/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RwZYNMZZUeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6IYbB7Rs2bw/s400/IMG_1071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117875010242433506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2.  I love to accomplish tasks (check things off of a list).  I spent an entire day a couple weeks ago going through my parents books and alphebetizing them on their new bookshelf - it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3.  Getting your driver's license renewed is a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4.  Finally with some time for pleasure reading, I can report that Karen Kingsbury writes a mean novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5.  I love to have a HOME, my own space, my own decorations, but long for community and fellowship with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6.  Everyone (and I really do mean almost everyone) in Friendswood gets married early (right out of high school) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7.  the Wii makes for hours of great entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8.  after a year of no TV...I think I've made up for it thanks to abc.com and alluc.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9.  Garage Sales are hard work and I'm not really sure that they're worth the money...the jury is still out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that'll about do it for now.  For those of you who are worried...I will work hard to keep this blog alive.  Don't you doubt...the six chicks still live, breathe and BLOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-4899034607680051100?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4899034607680051100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=4899034607680051100&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4899034607680051100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4899034607680051100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/10/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons Change'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RwZYNMZZUeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6IYbB7Rs2bw/s72-c/IMG_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-4031815330674355628</id><published>2007-09-30T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:08:28.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas our Texas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rv_S3cZZUcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OoZQHbAFlNk/s1600-h/DSC01720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rv_S3cZZUcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OoZQHbAFlNk/s400/DSC01720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116039551673520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All hail the mighty state!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-4031815330674355628?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4031815330674355628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=4031815330674355628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4031815330674355628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/4031815330674355628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/09/texas-our-texas.html' title='Texas our Texas...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rv_S3cZZUcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OoZQHbAFlNk/s72-c/DSC01720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-2372243645970205904</id><published>2007-08-31T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:58:36.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Places You'll Go.</title><content type='html'>I must admit, I've been a bit out of pocket for the last year or so of my life.  This would explain the lack of 'Jessica' you've seen on this blog.  As for the others...I don't know their excuse.  For some it is a streak of independence (starting their own blog - PISHAA!), others it's a new marriage, and still others it's a new job and other new adventures.  But I'm back...out of pocket no longer, and with so much to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation gifts....that's what this entry's title makes me think of.  While I never received this beloved book by our friend Seuss (may he rest in peace) for graduation, I feel like I've experienced much of what he spoke of in only a year and some change since my own college graduation.  2006-2007 has been a crazy time of travels.  I've had the oppurtunity to set foot in 5 continents in only a year.  This entry will be my report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with my travels to North Africa in February.  This trip was facilitated by the Forge...so as you will see my 13 roommates/friends/classmates/cohorts/comrades/etc. served to be most of the entertainment.  We were fortunate enough to have a twelve hour layover in London on this journey, which is where we will cover our first continent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                                                          EUROPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rtg6YI7GA7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AU0sCAscJs4/s1600-h/n23406170_36202081_3278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rtg6YI7GA7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AU0sCAscJs4/s400/n23406170_36202081_3278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104894364011070386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is us in front of Buckingham Palace.  We were proud of ourselves.  We ended up doing London in only 5 hours.  Obviously only seeing the major sights, but it was fun.  I felt a  little like I was on The Amazing Race.  Next stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          AFRICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rtg_6o7GA8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/sjNexAp8gZ4/s1600-h/n23406170_36202092_8964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rtg_6o7GA8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/sjNexAp8gZ4/s400/n23406170_36202092_8964.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900454274696130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent almost 2 weeks in N. Africa visiting friends and getting to know college students.  This picture is from the ancient ruins of Carthage.  So much neat history there.  It was so neat to experience a totally new culture.  Only I am so suprised at how westernized our world is becoming.  Walking along the city streets there felt almost like I was in a US city.  Ok...for our next stop...one in which you will all be very interested, I went to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            ASIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RthFgo7GA9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lmfQeym-J1M/s1600-h/n8315839_41423790_4397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RthFgo7GA9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lmfQeym-J1M/s400/n8315839_41423790_4397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104906604667864018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us in Thailand.  Now obviously I'm not in this picture, but don't be fooled.  Brooke and I were on an another elephant taking this photo.  For more picture and details on this trip please click here - http://brookebrandon.blogspot.com/2007/05/fastest-week-of-my-life.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally for my last international trip of the year (so far)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       CENTRAL AMERICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RthGlI7GA-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wh2_aZDUFnU/s1600-h/n79801567_30401234_8634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RthGlI7GA-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/wh2_aZDUFnU/s400/n79801567_30401234_8634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104907781488903138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this picture is from the great country of Costa Rica.  I was fortunate enough to spend about ten days this past summer with Pine Cove at a church called La Communidad de Amor.  This is a picture of my team at the church.  What an amazing time of ministry and growth.  We were fortunate enough to assist these Tican people as they put on camp and outdoor ed classes to little ones.  Such a cool time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...it was really only 4 continents, but I feel like Costa Rica is kind of in South America so I like to say 5.  Needless to say, it was quite a year of travel for me.  Which only makes me excited about what's to come.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see, because Oh the Places We'll Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-2372243645970205904?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2372243645970205904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=2372243645970205904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2372243645970205904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2372243645970205904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh the Places You&apos;ll Go.'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rtg6YI7GA7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AU0sCAscJs4/s72-c/n23406170_36202081_3278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7382180251561838918</id><published>2007-07-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:54:44.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau and Jenna are Engaged!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp461CXgi5I/AAAAAAAAACY/VGpr6PPnCcY/s1600-h/Engagement+and+a+few+others+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp461CXgi5I/AAAAAAAAACY/VGpr6PPnCcY/s320/Engagement+and+a+few+others+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088569311818189714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau Haralson proposed to Jenna Fagen on July 5 in Colorado Springs, Co at the Broadmoor Hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Beau fashion it was an elaborate, romantic, and creative proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically he surprised her in her front yard as she was leaving for work. He let her go change (good move) and he took her to a special breakfast at the Broadmoor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: The Broadmoor Hotel is spectacular. If you are ever in Colorado Springs or near it, try to go see it! &lt;a href="http://www.broadmoor.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through breakfast he excused himself for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;The server brought a clue to Jenna. &lt;br /&gt;This clue led her to a special place they had many fun conversations last summer when they were able to stay at the hotel with Jenna's parents. &lt;br /&gt;Another clue led her to a special bench right by the pond where they had another memorable conversation. &lt;br /&gt;At this point our new friend, Charles, from the Broadmoor met her at the bench and led her to the final location. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took her to the open air tower you can see in the background of their picture. &lt;br /&gt;There were rose petals leading her to the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Apparently no one ever gets to go in this tower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got in the tower, a scrapbook of their letters and pictures and memories that Beau had made was sitting on a chair for her to look through. &lt;br /&gt;She didn’t know that Beau was also in the tower…he was right around the corner. So he started to play his guitar. &lt;br /&gt;She came around the corner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: My family and all the Fagens were way down below on this little bridge and we could see what was happening! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he played the song he wrote for her called “My Beloved” (also engraved in her ring) and then proposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said YES&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more pics of the proposal: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5q2SXgi6I/AAAAAAAAACg/7dUBcXDcgxQ/s1600-h/Engagement+and+a+few+others+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5q2SXgi6I/AAAAAAAAACg/7dUBcXDcgxQ/s400/Engagement+and+a+few+others+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088622109851159458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5rVSXgi7I/AAAAAAAAACo/bjav8F8x8PI/s1600-h/Engagement+and+a+few+others+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5rVSXgi7I/AAAAAAAAACo/bjav8F8x8PI/s400/Engagement+and+a+few+others+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088622642427104178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our view of the proposal. If you look really close you can see the little specks that are Beau and Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5r1iXgi8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Yxah0UDQQFk/s1600-h/Engagement+and+a+few+others+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp5r1iXgi8I/AAAAAAAAACw/Yxah0UDQQFk/s400/Engagement+and+a+few+others+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088623196477885378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau pre-proposal...so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDaZSXgi_I/AAAAAAAAADI/v_-XLed5wNE/s1600-h/100_5966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDaZSXgi_I/AAAAAAAAADI/v_-XLed5wNE/s400/100_5966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089307706890685426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDZyyXgi9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_hdudj3ydvA/s1600-h/100_5962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDZyyXgi9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_hdudj3ydvA/s400/100_5962.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089307045465721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDaEyXgi-I/AAAAAAAAADA/0Gfgqd_a14Q/s1600-h/100_5963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RqDaEyXgi-I/AAAAAAAAADA/0Gfgqd_a14Q/s400/100_5963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089307354703367138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really exciting day! I’m so happy for my brother who found an incredible girl to be his wife! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-7382180251561838918?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7382180251561838918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7382180251561838918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7382180251561838918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7382180251561838918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/07/beau-and-jenna-are-engaged.html' title='Beau and Jenna are Engaged!!!!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rp461CXgi5I/AAAAAAAAACY/VGpr6PPnCcY/s72-c/Engagement+and+a+few+others+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-2567245604436089159</id><published>2007-06-18T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:00:34.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnY6Q2mcSHI/AAAAAAAAACM/DRjKr8VHZmI/s1600-h/n8341608_32977842_7715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnY6Q2mcSHI/AAAAAAAAACM/DRjKr8VHZmI/s320/n8341608_32977842_7715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077309691115882610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren and Brice Helton have been married for one year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the couple that we all love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brice, we can joke about how you are now part of the chicks and how you have final say on the other chick's boys, but it is only because we love you and respect you so much. Thanks for putting up with us. Thank you for loving our La so well and showing us what Godly leadership really looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, not only did you challenge all of us by the way you kept your eyes on the Lord while you were dating B-rice, but you have been such a wonderful example of a wife. You have made us all laugh by embracing 6-man football, continuing to make chicken salad every other day, and chaperoning prom. You are in love with Jesus and Brice and you make being a wife look so fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnY6Q2mcSGI/AAAAAAAAACE/p2djRpvr9RE/s1600-h/n8334411_4088061_9608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnY6Q2mcSGI/AAAAAAAAACE/p2djRpvr9RE/s320/n8334411_4088061_9608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077309691115882594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on one year, Heltons!&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see where the Lord takes you two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-2567245604436089159?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2567245604436089159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=2567245604436089159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2567245604436089159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/2567245604436089159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-one-year.html' title='It&apos;s been one year!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnY6Q2mcSHI/AAAAAAAAACM/DRjKr8VHZmI/s72-c/n8341608_32977842_7715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-6885532922180947274</id><published>2007-06-15T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:42:52.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Tex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnMF2GmcSEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lu-pz4-y5vc/s1600-h/Tex+in+the+Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnMF2GmcSEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lu-pz4-y5vc/s400/Tex+in+the+Window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076407632019605570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Tex. He is my dog. He was born in October and I got him in December with plans for him to move to Kentucky with me. It didn't really work out for him to come to Kentucky with me, but I am so glad I got him anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a German Shorthair Pointer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird dog! He points - I didn't even have to teach him that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know if I will ever take him bird hunting myself, but supposedly he is a very quick learner and my uncle says he is a "classy pointer"... so he's got that going for him!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnME2mmcSDI/AAAAAAAAABs/8mFyM3CBVz8/s1600-h/Front+Pointer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnME2mmcSDI/AAAAAAAAABs/8mFyM3CBVz8/s400/Front+Pointer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076406541097912370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnMGKWmcSFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XVhKq-kSCmA/s1600-h/Back+Pointer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnMGKWmcSFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XVhKq-kSCmA/s400/Back+Pointer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076407979911956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to introduce you to Tex for awhile now. Today I finally was able to get my computer and blogger to cooperate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want the chick blog to die! I will do my best not to let that happen... no spin-off blog for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-6885532922180947274?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6885532922180947274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=6885532922180947274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6885532922180947274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/6885532922180947274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-my-name-is-tex.html' title='Hello, my name is Tex'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RnMF2GmcSEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lu-pz4-y5vc/s72-c/Tex+in+the+Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-7902873053669481850</id><published>2007-06-15T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:42:12.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Practice</title><content type='html'>I am venturing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://claireborne.blogspot.com"&gt;http://claireborne.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-7902873053669481850?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7902873053669481850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=7902873053669481850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7902873053669481850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/7902873053669481850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/private-practice.html' title='Private Practice'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-5367368608890497102</id><published>2007-05-28T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T06:01:30.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Off Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RlrSZhdtH7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5JY9mhhhPFQ/s1600-h/claireparty+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RlrSZhdtH7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5JY9mhhhPFQ/s400/claireparty+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069595666480439218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am a little bitter that I am the only chick who still updates this blog, I am going to update anyway just to keep everyone posted (since that is what this blog is for, right?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving....again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.  I hate leaving people that I love.  I have made some &lt;a href="http://stephanieshuler.blogspot.com/2007/05/surprise.html"&gt;amazing friends&lt;/a&gt; that have touched my heart deeply and that I will never forget.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that this is how I am going to get more of Jesus right now.  I learned that it is not a matter of if it is right or wrong, but whether I will get more of Jesus in this adventure or not.  So, I will go--because it is the most clear word I have received--and will stop as soon as I am not getting more of Him. I pray that He continues to direct my path and that I will not stop pressing into Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to Young Life's Mountain Lodge camp for the summer in Soda Springs, CA (the Tahoe area) and then the plan is to move to San Diego--for how long...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stay in touch--and chicks, please update this stinkin' thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-5367368608890497102?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5367368608890497102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=5367368608890497102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5367368608890497102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/5367368608890497102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/off-again.html' title='Off Again...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/RlrSZhdtH7I/AAAAAAAAABc/5JY9mhhhPFQ/s72-c/claireparty+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-8799918975001403144</id><published>2007-03-30T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:53:36.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when......</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/150660/20070330/161722.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we performed Lauren's favorite musical on the steps of the Texas Capital....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2fJ-6cYZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rV0M0MhOlCw/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2fJ-6cYZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rV0M0MhOlCw/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047865751207960978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we became w-H-arf girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2gMO6cYaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ez09ijXduiU/s1600-h/IMG_5244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2gMO6cYaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ez09ijXduiU/s320/IMG_5244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047866889374294434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took cheezy pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2hpu6cYbI/AAAAAAAAABE/JMsmIJQPS6s/s1600-h/DSC04049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2hpu6cYbI/AAAAAAAAABE/JMsmIJQPS6s/s320/DSC04049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047868495692063154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we graduated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2dbO6cYYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gQ52koZ8yjU/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2dbO6cYYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gQ52koZ8yjU/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047863848537448834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got a tattoo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-8799918975001403144?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8799918975001403144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=8799918975001403144&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/8799918975001403144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/8799918975001403144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/remember-when.html' title='Remember when......'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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://bp2.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rg2fJ-6cYZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rV0M0MhOlCw/s72-c/IMG_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116914610663334024</id><published>2007-03-18T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:21:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it is time</title><content type='html'>I must apologize, blog updates have been a struggle for this little Forge student this year.  The lack of internet access combined with the stack of books to read and papers to write is not excuse enough for my relational maintenance FAILURES. :) So...to compensate, I'll give your hungry little eyes some pictures from my year until I have tiime to debrief in length (which may or may not come post-graduation April 28).  &lt;br /&gt;  I come to you from McAlisters Deli in Tyler, TX.  Praise the Lord for wireless internet, right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/948733/IMG_4488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/961714/IMG_4488.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rf3SCC8FE9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9CH436TQpU/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rf3SCC8FE9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9CH436TQpU/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043418090315256786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/475287/IMG_5090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/3605/IMG_5090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/61656/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/976372/IMG_0558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/11082/Forge%20Pics%2011-29-06%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/77954/Forge%20Pics%2011-29-06%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say (with 3 months left) that The Forge has been one of the most challenging things I've ever been involved in.  I'm fairly confident that in the end I will be able to tell you how worth it it all was.  Thank you all so much for your prayers.  I promise to be better at blog updates in my next phase of life! :)&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116914610663334024?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116914610663334024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116914610663334024&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116914610663334024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116914610663334024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-time.html' title='it is time'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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/_pnIIq9wRkAs/Rf3SCC8FE9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/I9CH436TQpU/s72-c/IMG_2576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-117131629500966123</id><published>2007-02-12T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T13:38:15.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are they now?</title><content type='html'>That's right folks.&lt;br /&gt;The chicks are all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;Off and doing their own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a variety of things, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this, we've got;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunisia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/93540/tunisia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/74554/tunisia-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/639996/BN5047_9%7ESchoolgirls-Visiting-Wat-Chaimongkhon-Chiang-Mai-Thailand-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/287850/BN5047_9%7ESchoolgirls-Visiting-Wat-Chaimongkhon-Chiang-Mai-Thailand-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower Mound HIgh School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/557392/peprally4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/630061/peprally4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/365509/738002-Florence-Italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/423202/738002-Florence-Italy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/913321/kentuckyderby01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/435004/kentuckyderby01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/414868/dallas8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/502770/dallas8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in one week people. &lt;br /&gt;These chicks are unstoppable. &lt;br /&gt;Look out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-117131629500966123?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/117131629500966123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=117131629500966123&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/117131629500966123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/117131629500966123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-are-they-now.html' title='where are they now?'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116906611124988727</id><published>2007-01-17T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:35:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOO, beads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/358317/CIMG0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/53217/CIMG0058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventures of Sarah and Claire continue. &lt;br /&gt;With the wintery weather's approach, we decided to drive through the night to get to the ball.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. We left at midnight and with two giant coffees and our Coke and Dr. Peppers arrived at 6am. &lt;br /&gt;We are hard core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you drive through the night to Lafayette, Louisiana you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because, who would want to miss this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/351955/CIMG0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/899109/CIMG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/808144/CIMG0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/233773/CIMG0065.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/193606/CIMG0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/396028/CIMG0066.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uncle Leon and Aunt Ro never disappoint.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, those Cajus know how to party. &lt;br /&gt;There was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/636633/DSC01075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/924172/DSC01075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/239684/victoria%2007%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/723748/victoria%2007%20020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/153566/CIMG0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/721894/CIMG0077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/112455/victoria%2007%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/687667/victoria%2007%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy beverages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/958793/DSC01050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/465326/DSC01050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/641452/DSC01067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/302939/DSC01067.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/813825/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/484423/DSC01038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as an added bonus, Claire and I decided that we are gonna look good when we are older! &lt;br /&gt;Here's to some hot mamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/815040/CIMG0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/966420/CIMG0099.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116906611124988727?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116906611124988727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116906611124988727&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116906611124988727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116906611124988727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2007/01/ooo-beads.html' title='OOO, beads!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116708635184998538</id><published>2006-12-25T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:39:11.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/682448/christmas%20fun%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/400/527337/christmas%20fun%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wishing you all much joy over this holiday season!  You all mean the world to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Six Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116708635184998538?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116708635184998538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116708635184998538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116708635184998538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116708635184998538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116666599678125993</id><published>2006-12-20T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:52:52.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have to do this together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/61009/IMG_2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/88227/IMG_2228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicks- we have to go on a huge boat together. &lt;br /&gt;Papa's yacht was one thing--but this is sorta different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference the above picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have conquered many things, and this is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri- check.&lt;br /&gt;Cali- check.&lt;br /&gt;A wedding- check.&lt;br /&gt;College-check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large, ginormous boat-_________ (this cannot be left unfulfilled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the top reasons why we have to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/660267/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/953366/IMG_2240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make towel creatures for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/924567/IMG_2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/496437/IMG_2197.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give out free champagne!&lt;br /&gt;(And you get to get dressed up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/104644/IMG_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/692256/IMG_2214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have fun grown up things to do. &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, we didn't gamble. We just liked the lights. &lt;br /&gt;A casino is like being INSIDE a pinball machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/741683/IMG_2187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/820850/IMG_2187.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to get a real tan and cover up the funny streaks from the tanning towelettes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/218390/DSC00994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/122347/DSC00994.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to bump around in life jackets and relive fire drills from elementary school. &lt;br /&gt;A highlight for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/850908/DSC01010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/636364/DSC01010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can climb a rock wall. &lt;br /&gt;Or you can watch Claire do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/775815/IMG_2192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/632409/IMG_2192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to lay out in fleeces and jeans when its cold. Again. &lt;br /&gt;One of these days we are going to get the weather/vacation timing right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/320965/IMG_2190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/969901/IMG_2190.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to watch grown up men compete in a Sexy Legs competition. &lt;br /&gt;Who wants to miss that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/469854/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/657271/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to eat the most random assortment of food at anytime. &lt;br /&gt;With our 6 powers combined--we would be unstoppable at the buffets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you girls, we are destined to cruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116666599678125993?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116666599678125993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116666599678125993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116666599678125993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116666599678125993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-have-to-do-this-together.html' title='we have to do this together'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116587363068995489</id><published>2006-12-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:47:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah made me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/637809/ALANIS%20MORISSETTE%20-%20Jagged%20little%20pill%20-%20Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/200/592080/ALANIS%20MORISSETTE%20-%20Jagged%20little%20pill%20-%20Front.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to do this, but after &lt;a href="http://sarahvierling.blogspot.com"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; helped me brainstorm, I felt obligated.  So, without going into an explanation about the inner monologue I had as to whether or not I will do this tag thing or how silly I think it is, I am just going to go for it.  5 things you always wanted to know but didn't know about Claire Borne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have a very specific bathroom routine when waking up in the morning and before going to bed at night.  I am typically not a routine person, in fact I really do not like routine at all.  There are three different ways for me to get to work in the morning and I change up my route daily.  However, there is something that is comforting about my morning an evening routines.  I love them.  I enjoy the consistency.  I ALWAYS wash my face, then brush my teeth, then apply tonor, then go to the bathroom, then wash my hands, then apply moisturizer.  ALWAYS.  This never changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When I was younger, there were numerous times when I wanted to be a boy.  I grew up with two brothers who got to run around without a shirt on and that just wasn't fair.  Sure, I got to dress up as a princess and wear my mom's old high school prom dresses, but I couldn't run around without a shirt on and that just wasn't okay with me.  So, there were many times when I would beg my mom to let me take off my shirt just in the house.  I justified it by telling her that she could call me "Clay", a perfectly good boy name.  It made perfect sense to me--that just for that stint of time when I was shirt-free I could easily become a boy named Clay.  She appeased me (probably because I am a lawyer's daughter and have great reasoning skills--the apple thing, dad) and allowed me to do it a few times.  I loved those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I tested out of French 101 last summer so that I could order my Aggie ring with my roommates.  For some reason it was very important to me to get it in November and I was very upset when I realized that my transcript read 92 instead of 95 hours.  (It was because I had to drop p-chem that summer--I still can't talk about it!)  So, I asked my advisor what I could do and he said the only option was to try to test out of something.  So, being the daughter of a fluent french-speaker, I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, bought some books and proceeded to work vocabulary and grammar worksheets and spend A LOT of time on the phone with my mom brushing up on my french.  The test was 5 days after I realized this transcript discrepency and somehow I got the credit.  I actually got 4 credits for a foreign language and only paid $25.  It was pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My little brother and I can sing Alanis Morsette's "Ironic" alternating every other word and sound like one person is singing it.  I know...it's the strangest talent, but we can do it!   We discovered this talent while doing the dishes.  It was our job to nightly wash, dry, and put away the dishes (which we obediently did every single day without being asked, right mom?).  These times of doing the dishes got really boring, so we played games and sang all the time.  I guess we just decided to sing "Ironic" (it was a hit, remember?) and alternate words.  We kept doing it until we were good at it--remember obedient children doing the dishes nightly is a lot of times on our hands to work on our developing skill.  Although we haven't done it in a while, I am sure we could get back into the groove with just a couple of practices!  So, when looking for your next party entertainment, think if the Borne kids--guaranteed or your money back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I HATE Taco Bell/Pizza Hut or Taco Bell/KFC or (even worse) Taco Bell/Pizza Hut/KFC combo restaurants.  I mean I really, really LOATHE them and I refuse to walk into one.  I'll go to the drive through if I am really craving a mexican pizza, but it has to be a real necessity.  The idea of walking into a restaurant ready for your delicious mexican pizza douced with hot sauce and smelling pizza sauce really grosses me out.  Or even worse--smelling fried chicken!  GROSS!!!!!  How people can do this absolutely blows me away (and sicks me out!).  Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  I don't think that there is any one person who already knew all 5 of these facts.  If there is, I really need to work on being more mysterous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116587363068995489?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116587363068995489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116587363068995489&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116587363068995489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116587363068995489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/12/sarah-made-me.html' title='Sarah made me....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116533512709734138</id><published>2006-12-05T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:12:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you're excited about this one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/2947/1600/377834/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/2947/400/621912/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Jess, Hay, Cla and La...  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brookebrandon.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TAG!  You're it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116533512709734138?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116533512709734138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116533512709734138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116533512709734138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116533512709734138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-youre-excited-about-this-one.html' title='I know you&apos;re excited about this one...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116516841198883585</id><published>2006-12-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:53:32.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/902172/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/49894/texas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, I love our state.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116516841198883585?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116516841198883585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116516841198883585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116516841198883585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116516841198883585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116427501168392921</id><published>2006-11-23T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:50:58.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day love</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving Chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in 5 places all at once to celebrate with each of you.&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of making deviled eggs for our Thanksgiving outreach here.&lt;br /&gt;We have about 20 or so Italians coming to our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;They think its so funny that we have a whole meal centered around a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of funny, since I can't be with all of you and laugh til it hurts, I thought I would just let you see this wonderful moment caught on film in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/1600/839059/sarah%27s%20pictures-rome%20107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/737/1779/320/237621/sarah%27s%20pictures-rome%20107.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not everyday you see real, live monks.&lt;br /&gt;And on thsoe days you do see them, they rarely run.&lt;br /&gt;I really like that one of them has Nikes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so pretty much I wanted you all to know how much I love you and miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116427501168392921?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116427501168392921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116427501168392921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116427501168392921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116427501168392921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-day-love.html' title='Turkey Day love'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116300650907906505</id><published>2006-11-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T09:21:49.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moley, Moley, Moley....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/100_0320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/100_0320.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I did it!  Student teaching is over!  To celebrate I went to Tyler to visit my favorite Forge chick!  (note our matching tie-dye shirts...HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe absolutely nothing to Texas A&amp;M University.  In fact, the roles have reversed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They owe me my certification!  Let's see how long that'll take!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shortly after my last post about how much I wanted to wake up and be able to be the real teacher, I was approached m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;y Lewisville ISD and asked to go into a classroom where the teacher was on maternity leave and, with the long term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sub that was not certified to teach Chemistry, teach this regular Chemistry class for 5 weeks!  Yeah, I know!  God is soooooo good!  So, about a week after I wrote that post, I headed down to Flower Mound High School to be "THE TEACHER"!  Little did I know what I was getting myself into!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day on of my students called me "ClaireBorne".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half of the students were failing when I got in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students had already failed Chemistry twice and has absolutely zero motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the football players, cheerleaders, and drill team members were in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to some of you teachers out there, this may sound normal, but you have to understand where I am coming from.  At Marcus I taught Pre-AP students who were all in the band and who went and researched Nuclear Chemistry online before I taught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I had very different kids!  But, I grew to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; them so much! However, the first test I gave about half of my classes failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I gave all of them a retest to bring their grade up to a passing grade and then began to tackle "THE MOLE"!  Some of you may remember the mole, and others of you may not, so let me take this time to re-educate you on the concept of the mole.  The mole is a measurement of matter and it is Avogadro's number or 6.02 x 10^23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.  Remember yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my kids were scared of the mole.  They had heard from their brothers and sisters that the mole made you cry.  They begged and begged me not to teach it, but of course, being "Mean" Ms. Borne, I had to!  So, I decided to put a twist on it and do what my great high school chemistry teacher did with us and the mole--Make some moles!  I know.....sounds dumb, but you wouldn't believe how much they got into it.  The project was simple, make a stuffed mole (yes like the animal) or make a t-shirt with a mole on it and make a play on the word mole.  My example &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; them was Tootsie "mole" like tootsie roll.  So, they whined and complained like all students do, and then set out to mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e their projects.  Only one of my students didn't do the project--that's really good for these kids!  Below are some of the moles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We have "Mole"sus, The "Mole"ing Stones, North "Mole", Ca"mole"flage, El"mole", Foot"mole" player, Rock'n'"mole", and many many more!  The moles were a hit and I get to keep them to decorate my first real classroom!  I was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and might I add that only 7 of my students got a C on the mole test, everyone else got A's and B's!  I was so excited that they thought I was on something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So, I am finished student teaching!  I will sub for the rest of the semester and am currently applying for a chemistry position that is open at FMHS in the spring!  So, if you think about it, please pray for favor with the district!  I really love teaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and teaching chemistry (I know, who knew?), and I would love the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing feat has been accomplished in the life of Claire Elise Borne!  I have all 10 fingernails in tact!  You don't belive me?  Well, see if you can guess which nail was busted just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;few months ago.  (Don't cheat and go look at the post from this summer!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00941.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pretty amazing hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than finishing student teaching, there really isn't much news.  Most of the time over here at 113 Sleepy Hollow, we hang out, watch LOST, watch Grey's, watch Gilmore Girls, work out, and of course we MISS SARAH!  When Sarah is here, this house is full of life and laughter!  Although, I have been trying very hard to fulfi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ll that for P and D (yes, I have earned to right to call them that, you jealous?), Sarah just always seems to take the cake.  SO, this particular night, we needed her very badly to make us laugh once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00935_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00935_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Those of you who know Paula, just picture her laughing her amazing laugh very loudly for a very long time!  It was an incredible night.  Sarah came through for us, as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it.  I'm done!  Sorry it's not funny.  Like I said, I am not Sarah.  Or Heather.  I am just a girl, sitting in front of a computer, trying to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116300650907906505?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116300650907906505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116300650907906505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116300650907906505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116300650907906505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/11/moley-moley-moley.html' title='Moley, Moley, Moley....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-116257482112056426</id><published>2006-11-03T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:34:34.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>I would like to announce that I posted on our blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it last week... I've been having some picture problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Jess posted!&lt;br /&gt;So, today I finally figured out my picture problems and I posted mine.&lt;br /&gt;Well, b/c it was written prior to Jessica's it has been displayed below hers.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate bloggers commitment to chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Somehow I feel the need to let you know that I contributed to the blog. I'm not the most clever or witty chick and definitely not the most frequent contributor, but I am trying to do my part. So now you are informed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116257482112056426?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116257482112056426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116257482112056426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116257482112056426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116257482112056426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/11/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116207318134847752</id><published>2006-10-28T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:16:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats off to new scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/forge2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/forge2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/forge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/forge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I decided to go the extra mile and give you all an update from this chick. I know it's been awhile. My proximity to the internet is hardly condusive to regular email checks and blog updates (10 minute drive with a required female buddy...everybody loves Pine Cove rules and the Mr. T!!--media office).&lt;br /&gt;While I know the girls are familiar with my current setting, I am less sure about the rest of our faithful readers. For you...I will indulge. The pictures above are of my classmates. I am living in Tyler, TX on the Pine Cove Ranch property. I'm a student in a discipleship/leadership in ministry training program called the Forge (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinecove.com/leadership-training/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;http://www.pinecove.com/leadership-training/index.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;). I love it....mostly. There are tough things, but mostly really great things. I spend about 15 hours in class a week. These classes include things like theology, book discussion, leadership theories, etc. It's tight to have study material and books that I enjoy reading (and there's a lot..a total of 13 books to read including the Bible in its entirety and memorizing the book of 1 Peter...PRAY FOR ME!). I must confess, though....2 months in and it's getting hard to not fall back into college habits of just "doing assignments to get them done." Also, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I live in a house with 7 girls, and 7 guys live next store. My community is pretty consistent...all day almost every day with these 13 new friends. It's good...challenging...but good. A little different than living with my 6 chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I feel like this post-graduation season of life is uncharted waters. Most people I talk to feel like they're trying not to live life as a count down, while deciding what's next. I agree, but I feel absolutely confident that the Lord will use this short 8-month season for my growth and his glory.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must return to the world of camp and all that it entails.&lt;br /&gt;~js &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116207318134847752?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116207318134847752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116207318134847752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116207318134847752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116207318134847752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/10/hats-off-to-new-scenery.html' title='Hats off to new scenery'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116174311347786331</id><published>2006-10-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:33:29.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Professional Assistant</title><content type='html'>I think you all should know what I now do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "living" I mean... they pay me a little bit, but to say I'm actually LIVING off of what they pay me might be a stretch. I mean I guess I probably could make it in the real world on my own at this point...but if I have the opportunity for free rent/utilities, etc. I take that opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title is: Assistant to the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm a personal assistant. I do all that comes with being a personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of days that means running errands - some very random, some totally normal. I shop for her... I pick things up... I drop things off... I decorate things... I buy things... I return things... I do LOTS of LAST MINUTE THINGS... I send mail... gifts... set up appointments... make reservations...I make note of her likes/dislikes... I research things... I work from one sentence instructions on many tasks... I "make things pretty"... I troubleshoot...making the "impossible" happen (Ha!)...and I tackle large semi-random projects, which brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of one of my "semi-random projects":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago my boss comes to my desk. She says, " Hayley, I have a brilliant idea!!!" I say, "Am I go to be excited about this idea???" She says, "Nope!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then preceeds to say something like... I would love to send a bag of the pink M&amp;M's for Breast Cancer Awareness month to all of our employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought is--- that's a fun idea. No problem. I will order M&amp;amp;M's and have them sent to each of our 18 offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast.... what she really means is that she would like each employee (roughly 400) to receive a bag of pink M&amp;M's at their home. Yikes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call all the sources I can imagine who might have the pink M&amp;amp;M's ---- none and I repeat none of them could help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, plan B. I call every store in the area who carries normal M&amp;M's and begin to track pink bags down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Story Short.... I've been to lots and lots of Walmarts, Walgreens, Albertsons, 7-Elevens... ( let me note that I had a really fun girl named Brittany, who is in school at North Texas, helping me with this task).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with any more details about the fun of packaging... labeling... stuffing... taping... stamping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;M's are heavy and take up more room than you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would like to show you a picture of these adorable little M&amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: I couldn't get my actual picture of the 400+ bags to load so use your imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/M%26M.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the M&amp;amp;M's have now been sent. As far as I know most of them actually made it unharmed to their destination before the end of October!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there ya go. That's a day( a week) in the life of a personal assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116174311347786331?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116174311347786331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116174311347786331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116174311347786331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116174311347786331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-of-professional-assistant.html' title='The Life of a Professional Assistant'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116136263366542913</id><published>2006-10-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:43:53.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/open%20mouth.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/open%20mouth.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is a shout out from asia to my girls around the globe.  i'm sure that austin, corinth, florence, irving, lewisville, and tyler are better off with you there.  HOWEVER, i want you to know that i miss you.   and... i love you.  have a wonderful day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116136263366542913?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116136263366542913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116136263366542913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116136263366542913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116136263366542913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-you.html' title='missing you...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-116051516599735171</id><published>2006-10-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T14:20:57.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy loves me.&lt;br /&gt;It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This country loves it's graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;And it loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bold, blue-on-plywood kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already discussed how Italians don't do H's. &lt;br /&gt;So we know this is for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would let your wonderfully caring chick-minds rest easy tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-116051516599735171?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/116051516599735171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=116051516599735171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116051516599735171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/116051516599735171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115852670014616054</id><published>2006-09-17T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:19:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, it's a funny thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00910.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is it.  My home for the past five weeks and the next seven.  I arrive here at 8:15 a.m. and don't leave until 4:30 p.m. (if I'm lucky!).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real life has come.  It is here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that maybe tomorrow when I come to school, I will suddenly have my own classroom and won't have to follow Mr. Brede (that's my cooperating teacher, you can see his back in the upper right) around all day.  That just maybe, I will wake up one morning and won't be a measly student teacher anymore and will instead be a full-blown teacher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day has not come yet.  It stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these twelve weeks are preparing me for my supposed career in teaching high school chemistry, but I am just ready to start.  But there are seasons right?  I suppose this is my season to be a litte puppy dog following around a grown man all day hoping that he can shed some insight into teaching upon my inquiring mind.  I'm soaking it all in, but ready to be finished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to a whole new topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO DO COME NOVEMBER THIRD?????&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Hendrick hit everything that I am thinking about all of this right on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have a passion--one thing that I desire to pour everything that I am into--but I just don't know what it is exactly.  I yearn to find it.  I yearn to be recognized by my passion.  So what is stopping me from diving head first into my passion and throwing my entire self into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just don't know exactly what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things that I like to do and some things that I am good at, but how in the world am I supposed to put them together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question that I will continue to ask the Lord to answer.  I know that He will lead me to my passion.  I just have to wait through this season (and maybe a few more) before that passion becomes a reality.  Until then, I will cling.  Cling to hope, cling to HIM.  I refuse to be mediocre.  I refused to be balanced.  I refuse to be under-whelmed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live a passion-filled life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115852670014616054?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115852670014616054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115852670014616054&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115852670014616054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115852670014616054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-its-funny-thing.html' title='Life, it&apos;s a funny thing'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115789943155526394</id><published>2006-09-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:44:36.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of silence please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above you will see the remains of my phone. May she rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;This phone served me well up until last night. She died in the Walmart parking lot by an accidental dropping. &lt;br /&gt;I got this phone after I dropped my other one in the toilet. Remember that?! I must have abusive tendencies with my little phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going through phone counseling, but in the meantime that means that no one can call me. Actually the full truth is that the bottom half is fully functioning, so you can call me I just won't hear you.  Notice the nice blue light in the picture. And I can even call you, and you can hear what I say, but on my end its very lonely. Claire and Hay and I played fun little games with it last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave today for Italy! Yea! ---So really this whole phone thing happened at the perfect time. And my sweet friends decided they wanted to help earlier today by getting all my numbers out of my phone and put them in an excel spreadsheet so I could have them overseas. How helpful and perfect, considering the death that would take place later. Jesus even cares about my cell phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as there is a red blinking light on the working part of my phone that means someone called me. (Brookie, if its you, I am SO sorry! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. We decided this blog was for the daily happenings. So there you go, my very mundane, but tragic experience. &lt;br /&gt;Man, there are all kinda hints that I need to leave the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115789943155526394?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115789943155526394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115789943155526394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115789943155526394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115789943155526394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/09/moment-of-silence-please.html' title='A moment of silence please...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-115695534095790577</id><published>2006-08-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:29:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brookie's Birthday Review</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just thought I'd let you all in on how my birthday went. I absolutely LOVED hearing from many of you. The e-mails, messages, notes, and packages were so much fun! It's not quite the same when I can't see some of my best friends in the world..... but, I had a great 36 hours (Thailand &amp; Texas combined) of birthday fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before my birthday began here, I had dinner at a couple's house that Katie and I eat at every Sunday. It was absolutely wonderful! Sharon made me an aaaaamazing black forest cake. Sooooooo yummy! You'll also see my wonderful Thai birthday hat. (Hay, it reminded me of you!) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/DSC09881%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/IMG_1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my actual birthday I went to school to teach... b/c that's what I do here. Above my door was a wonderful sign that made me very, very happy.  It read "Happy Birthday Miss Brandon." It took me a couple periods into the school day for me to notice it amongst all of the "vote for me b/c i'm cool" student council papers everywhere. I can't believe the school already knows me as a Texas Aggie.... it's fun though. I've had to do a few of our yells upon request.... which of course I thought was really fun.... everyone else just thinks I'm crazy. Anyway, I received a few unexpected, wonderful presents from my students as well (Victoria's Secret lotion, a pretty journal, and chocolate)!!!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Katie and I went out to eat with Tommy and Beverly. They took us to a very nice Thai restaurant where I had my absolute favorite: Pad Thai. mmmm---mmmm---- good. I then had incredible mango ice cream to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums the birthday bash up. I mostly enjoyed hearing from so many of you! Thanks so much to all of you for making my day special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115695534095790577?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115695534095790577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115695534095790577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115695534095790577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115695534095790577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/brookies-birthday-review.html' title='Brookie&apos;s Birthday Review'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-115634910119400818</id><published>2006-08-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:17:21.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of growth and another year older</title><content type='html'>Calling all chicks! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am done with training, this whole going overseas thing is starting to feel very real. &lt;br /&gt;My team really is so fun. (read about them on my blog)&lt;br /&gt;I has so much fun learning about living abroad and meeting new people. Specifically alot of cute boys. You can ask me about that later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since yesterday was my birthday, I thought I would tell you how fun being 23 is. &lt;br /&gt;So far I really like it. &lt;br /&gt;My facebook wall has never seen so much action.&lt;br /&gt;I got to experience what it would be like to be the super popular kid in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1603.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents had taken me out to dinner before I left for Colorado. &lt;br /&gt;We went to the French Room in the Adolphus Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Fancy-schmancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your mental picture: more silverware than you could possibly have use for. Waiters laying your napkin in your lap for you--because heaven forbid you do that yourself. Little crystal bars that your knife rests on so that you don't sully the tablecloth. And the most scrumptuous food that has ever passed your lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;See, now I am 23 and mature enough to handle a restaurant like that.&lt;br /&gt;I have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my real birthday (last night), my mom, sister, adopted sister Claire and Hayley took me out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;We had mojitos. &lt;br /&gt;The night was a success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/mojito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/mojito.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (this little cocktail has lime and mint and sugar in it and whoever invented it should recieve an award)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115634910119400818?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115634910119400818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115634910119400818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115634910119400818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115634910119400818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-of-growth-and-another-year-older.html' title='a week of growth and another year older'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-115557234948638051</id><published>2006-08-14T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:59:03.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Hiding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/06S10-4-004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/06S10-4-004.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!  13 weeks at Pine Cove, DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that 2 new posts in one day is a bit much for the chicks, but on top of Brooke's AMAZING Thai/Aggie adventures today I must proclaim that Loop-Da-Loop has left Tyler, and I, Jessica, have returned to the place I call home, Friendswood, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had an amazing summer.  It was absolutely crammed packed with challenges, physical exhaustion, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/045_45.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/045_45.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lots of SYSCO foods, approximately 100 families, 34 amazing high school girl campers of my very own, a HUGE BLUE POOL that I learned how to clean on my very own, lifeguarding EVERYDAY (my hairdresser's going to LOVE THAT), lots of amazing new friends, and continuing to learn how to serve the Lord with all that I have.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/061_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/061_61.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been dressed up very silly (fortunately slash unfortunately my girls were terribly good at Bible memory), I've crawled around on my hands and knees in espionage forest more times that I can count, I've celebrated medieval knights, switcheroo, christmas in july, no siesta fiesta, caveman clash bash, camelot knights, dock rock, and zoot scoot, worn a yellow and orange Pine Cove opening day shirt and j&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1225.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1225.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;umped like crazy to greet campers all in the name of Jesus. I've learned in a new way what 2 Cor. 12:9,10 means about boasting in my weaknesses.  I've seen a lot more of mine this summer and recognize that the only way I've run this race has been through the unbelievable power of our savior.   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being blessed to have my hands in the lives of high school girls for a mere six days only to let them go out into the scary world every Saturday, I've learned a lot about how hard it is for me to trust the Lord.  He was so faithful to provide oppurtunities for the gospel, new friends, and beautiful scenery.  In the end, it was amazing - amazingly hard, amazingly fun, amazingly stretching, but AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know Tyler, TX will soon become that home, but for four whole weeks I'll be residing here in my parent's home (that's awfully weird--"my parent's home"  we're getting so so old) minus a birthday party and bachelorette party in DFW and some partying in Austin for sis' birthday.   My days will be filled with rest and relaxation.  I'll play on my new computer (happy graduation, jess! love, mom and dad), and of course Mom's made about 10 appointments for me - you know those last minute appointments that parents make when their kids are no longer going to be in their care/dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is insane to me how dispersed we are all becoming.  I miss my girls.  Brooke's post today made me excited for her but a bit teary at the distance between us.  I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;~js&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115557234948638051?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115557234948638051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115557234948638051&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115557234948638051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115557234948638051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/out-of-hiding.html' title='Out of Hiding!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115556723441780808</id><published>2006-08-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T07:53:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy &amp; Hullabaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/aggie%20friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/aggie%20friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This past weekend I went on a staff retreat with Grace staff and their families.  I walked into breakfast and saw one of the Thai teachers pictured above.  I thought--- awww she's wearing an Aggie shirt, I miss A&amp;M.  Then it dawned on me.... I'm looking at a Texas A&amp;M shirt (which seemed all too normal), but I'm in Asia!  Then I had a freak out moment and talked to my new friend and found out we had mutual friends!   Aggies for Christ sends a group here every couple years.  THEN, a couple days ago I was walking home with Katie in the pouring rain as a car slowly passed us.  My wet little ears heard "Hullabaloo, Caneck, Caneck" coming from their horn!  They knew I was an Aggie and through me for a loop---- my brain doesn't know what to do in these situations!  Well, I love you all and think of you often (not just when I see Aggie shirts or hear Aggie sounds).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115556723441780808?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115556723441780808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115556723441780808&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115556723441780808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115556723441780808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/howdy-hullabaloo.html' title='Howdy &amp; Hullabaloo'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115505855676788103</id><published>2006-08-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:46:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Honeymoon, a Marriage and a new found job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/honeymoon%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/honeymoon%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/honeymoon%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/honeymoon%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Yes- It is me- I am finally updating the blog- I have emerged from my cocoon of newly-marrieddome and am publishing a post to give a little update-&lt;br /&gt;First of all- Thank you to all of you who took part in the wedding- It would not have been the same without every one of you being there- second- married life has been wonderful thusfar-I am learning the art of living with a boy instead of living with 5 girls- there are way less dishes to do and the washing machine is always free to use whenever I need it- but it has been an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Above are a few honeymoon pics that I wanted to share- It was a wonderful time! &lt;br /&gt;Also the grueling searching for a job is finally over! The Lord has been faithful to lead me and I have been trying my hardest to walk by faith in the light that I have so I accepted a job yesterday at a PR firm in Dallas located in the third tower offices of the Galleria! I really like everyone that I have met so far and am excited about the fall! Football season has just begun so that means that Brice's plate is full now- He loves it though- It is going to be an exciting season- You must come watch a game if you would like.&lt;br /&gt;We continue to seek direction as to where the Lord will lead us next, but for now we just want to be faithful with the people and places that God has called us to right now- The Lord continues to remind us that "all flesh is grass" and to really take advantage of the moments that He gives us and "make the most of every opportunity"-&lt;br /&gt;Well there is a little snip-it of life in the Helton Home- I will update again and give you an inside peak of the wierd sleeping habits of my new husband- he will love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/honeymoon%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/honeymoon%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- i couldn't figure out how to turn this so either turn your head or turn your computer! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115505855676788103?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115505855676788103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115505855676788103&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115505855676788103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115505855676788103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/honeymoon-marriage-and-new-found-job.html' title='A Honeymoon, a Marriage and a new found job'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115499013272335865</id><published>2006-08-07T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:40:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading for fun. what a concept!?</title><content type='html'>I have been to Barnes and Noble many many times this summer...wandering aimlessly looking at the books that inspire me to read! To read for fun...to read to learn...to read because I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only purchased ONE book this summer. Here's where you come in. I would love to continue adding to my library. I feel like my Christian Living type library is doing ok and there are plenty of books that I've been meaning to read, but at this point I'm looking for a good story to mix it up. Shallow, maybe? Fun, Yes! SO, to all our faithful readers I have a question... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book(s) would you recommend to me (and others) for a good read? I'm not really interested in the kind of book that requires me to re-read each paragraph. I did that enough in college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115499013272335865?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115499013272335865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115499013272335865&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115499013272335865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115499013272335865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/reading-for-fun-what-concept.html' title='reading for fun. what a concept!?'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115446873048739440</id><published>2006-08-01T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:49:03.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla ice cream with a scoop of perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mrs. Virginia. She has been my friend this summer.&lt;br /&gt; On Sunday, her assisted living facility hosts an ice cream social.&lt;br /&gt; I attended. &lt;br /&gt;Vanilla with caramel and sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;I think assisted living is the way to go. You don't lift a finger in that place. &lt;br /&gt;She's 85 and I really like her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing about being 85, you still feel young, yet your body totally disagrees. Mrs. Virginia is still trying to wrap her mind around that. What a strange place in life. At church we are studying Ecclesiastes. Besides being hard to spell, its full of some pretty hard truths. Most of life is like running a treadmill, same thing over and over, with no real purpse. Now, don't freak out on me. I understand that Jesus gives us purpose. Praise the Lord! Life is not worth living without Him, and Solomon very seriously tries to get that point across, but he first shows how everything else in life is totally worthless, "all is vanity." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole message has been weighing on my brain lately and along with support raising, preparing to live in another country, and saying goodbye to sweet, sweet friends, its been pretty heavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to matter. I want what Jesus has done in my life to effect others. I want to live like I don't belong here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an ongoing battle in my brain between wanting comfort and security and routine and the unknown, the unpredictable, and adventure. Will these two sides of my brain ever reconcile? Not any time soon, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hanging out with Mrs. Virginia makes me want to live life to the fullest, so that when I am 85 I can look back and see how the Lord has worked in my life. And Matt Chandler makes me want to run far, far away from living a rut-filled life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For who can eat and who can have enjoyment without Him?" (Ecc. 2:25)&lt;br /&gt;Lasting enjoyment, the kind that really matters, only comes from Jesus. I have often wondered how people get through the hard times in life without this knowledge. To know that "all things work together for the good of those who love Him," where would I be without that promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Solomon- thanks for being so stinkin wise. Thanks, Jesus, for giving me purpose and joy. And thanks, Mrs. Virginia for being 85 and still asking, "what can I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115446873048739440?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115446873048739440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115446873048739440&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115446873048739440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115446873048739440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/08/vanilla-ice-cream-with-scoop-of.html' title='Vanilla ice cream with a scoop of perspective'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115392643368383682</id><published>2006-07-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:10:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I told you how much I love Italians?!</title><content type='html'>Since this has been the video addition to our beloved blog, I thought I'd jump on in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I wanted you guys to see this sooooo bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer has flown by and I am close to being done with my support raising (praise the Lord)! and my heart is aching with the desire to go to Florence and start ministry!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the testimony of an Italian who was saved last summer with Crusade. Gosh, I love these people so much and cannot wait to be there!!! In Jess' phrasing, it makes my heart race just thinking about doing minsitry there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=903389243&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get this video and more at &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=903389243&amp;n=2"&gt;MySpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. isn't he adorable?&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. I have bangs now--get excited! (I thought about writing about my bangs, but then Italy won out. I know, I know tough call)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of me please pray for the students in Florence and for receptive hearts and for my last 15% to come in so I can actually go.....thank you so much!! I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115392643368383682?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115392643368383682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115392643368383682&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115392643368383682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115392643368383682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-i-told-you-how-much-i-love.html' title='Have I told you how much I love Italians?!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115378019771433210</id><published>2006-07-24T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:57:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWOOPvision</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" Flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/150660/20060725/041024.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)2006 King Family &lt;i&gt;SWOOP&lt;/i&gt;vision.  All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115378019771433210?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115378019771433210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115378019771433210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115378019771433210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115378019771433210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/07/swoopvision.html' title='&lt;i&gt;SWOOP&lt;/i&gt;vision'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-115319578761227839</id><published>2006-07-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:03:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish they all could be California girls...</title><content type='html'>In light of the blackmail by the one and only mastermind of the chicks' blog, Miss Sarah Page Vierling, I would like to finally post this "Said Blog".  I highly doubt that it can live up to everyone's anticipation, but I will do my very best to update you on my life here in Sunny San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to San Diego to fulfill my dream of being a California girl about 2 months ago.  I moved into an apartment in Chula Vista (about 7 miles from the Mexico border) and I had a job lined up to be a rock climbing instructor.  Currently I am living in La Jolla (about 29 miles north of the Mexico border) and am working at a coffee shop and nannying for two little boys.  Funny hunh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The coffee shop that I work at is on the beach--literally the shop opens up to the ocean!  That's the view from the back porch of the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough working here.  Watching the beautiful sunset 4 days a week and hanging out with quirky Californians is rough.   Stare at this picture below for 10 seconds.  Now close your eyes and picture me behind that counter making latte's and mocha's and limiting my uses of "y'all" (I have to fit in somehow you know--everyone still thinks i have an accent).  Do you think I fit?  I do--or at least that's what I have to keep telling myself!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nannying job is not as great as the coffee shop job, but i make it.  My employers are not the best employers in the world and I am basically at their disposal--they use me when they need and don't when they don't and i'm supposed to be available whenever they need me.  So pretty much everyday that they don't need me (and even some days that they do) I go to the beach.  Oh, and did I mention that the beach is only 3 miles away from my house?   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being 3 miles from the beach, I forgot to mention why I am now living in La Jolla.  There is a family that I know from Woodleaf, The Kings, who just moved down here from northern california.  Their furnature hadn't even arrived yet when I came up here to visit them since I hadn't seen them in 2 years.  Carolyn immediatly asked me to move in with them for the rest of the summer.  I totally thought she was kidding, but apparently she was not.  After Lauren's wedding I moved up here and am now living in Molly's room--she's 9.  The King's have 4 girls--Morgan, Mallory, Maddie, and Molly--all of which sport "THE SWOOP" very strong!  Coming soon...a video documenting the glory of all that is "THE SWOOP".  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1288.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes....and I'M A BLONDE NOW...well sort of!!!!  I'm sorry Lauren and Jessica for deserting you to the second kitchen.  I am ashamed.  The point of this "said blog" was supposed to be to show off my new hair do, but it has turned into much more.  And, i was supposed to also put in fire engine red streaks in my hair, but we sort of had a mishap and my hair almost turned orange.  So, blonde it is.  This is one of my new friends, Emily--she has not replaced the dear chicks, don't worry.  But she is pretty great and I know could fit right in with all of us!  Y'all would love her--I promise...Mikey approved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikey also came to visit me this past weekend.  Emily insisted on taking some pictures at the lifeguard towers in honor of Marissa and our mutual love for the TV show where it all started!  HA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that i am loving my time out here.  I love the family I am living with, I love my new friends, I love the coffee shop, I love the beach, but I wish that all 5 of you could be california girls with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your said post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was all you hoped it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sarah will probably leave a witty comment to fulfill your need for laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendrick boys....just give me a few more days to get your video.  I promise some really cute girls modeling a really cute do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115319578761227839?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115319578761227839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115319578761227839&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115319578761227839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115319578761227839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-they-all-could-be-california.html' title='I wish they all could be California girls...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115264634568921393</id><published>2006-07-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:35:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire "Liar, Liar Pants on Fire" Borne ,</title><content type='html'>I thought we had an agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the goods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah "Bored to Tears without a new blog entry" Vierling  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will serve as blackmail until said post arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_0943.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115264634568921393?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115264634568921393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115264634568921393&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115264634568921393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115264634568921393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/07/claire-liar-liar-pants-on-fire-borne.html' title='Claire &quot;Liar, Liar Pants on Fire&quot; Borne ,'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115060987290362782</id><published>2006-06-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:21:04.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Brice Helton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did it! The first of the chicks is married! The weekend o' wedding was fantastic and oh so fun! From bachelorette party to luncheon to rehearsal and to the ceremony everything was beautiful, sweet, and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was the most beautiful bride and the chicks were proud to wear pink for their beloved La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a fabulous party of dancing (Brice, Brice Baby....), cake-eating and laughing the chicks said goodbye to Lauren and she and Brice were whisked off to their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to Lauren and Brice--we love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;And Brice....welcome to the chick family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115060987290362782?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115060987290362782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115060987290362782&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115060987290362782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115060987290362782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/06/mr-and-mrs-brice-helton.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Brice Helton'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-115030652008309909</id><published>2006-06-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T10:35:20.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this game...good one Brookie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing a new fingernail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC00631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC00631.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-115030652008309909?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/115030652008309909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=115030652008309909&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115030652008309909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/115030652008309909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-like-this-gamegood-one-brookie.html' title='I like this game...good one Brookie!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114995081199357085</id><published>2006-06-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T07:46:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got new shoes!  Guess who I am...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114995081199357085?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114995081199357085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114995081199357085&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114995081199357085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114995081199357085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/06/guess-who.html' title='Guess who!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114883398095128298</id><published>2006-05-28T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:06:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://books.valdosta.edu/arch/Leann/old%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://books.valdosta.edu/arch/Leann/old%20people.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we patiently await Lauren's descent from Wedding World, I thought I would entertain our faithful readers with my present reality: summer job. Some of you may know that I am taking care of the elderly through a home care company called Ray of Sunshine. Well, for the past three days I have had the pleasure of spending my days with a little 81 year old gem named Mrs. White. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin the eventful days by catching up on old times, and literally I mean old times. Over the course of three days I have heard Mrs. White recount roughly 70 of her 81 years. I have heard the same story many times and could reinact them for you if you are so inclined. After the stories, we sit. Alot. We watch CNN--all day. Or we flip to the tried and true TCM (Turner Classic Movies for you young 'uns.) During some of the more boring parts of the lovely black and whites, or during her mid-afternoon nap, I busy myself by dusting, vacuuming, or cleaning bathrooms! (side note: after two years at Eagle Pass these activities are like entering a new world--free of dust, hair, and mold). After the Cinderella phase, its on to dinner time. We eat at 5:15. In the past three days I have become quite the chef: breading and frying fish, making hash brown and sweet potatoes. But by far the most interesting encounter I have had is with the substance known as spam. Yes, that's right--I squeezed the meat-like product from its can and sliced it up. I then fried it in a skillet, where I kid you not, after simmering for awhile--it flipped itself over. I saw it with my own eyes. Like one, big vienna sausage the little sucker just up and decided he was done on that side. Needless to say, I will never be eating that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my readers, that is a day in my life. I miss you all dearly.&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved Mrs. White, I have learned much and hope to be as spry as you when I am 81 years young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114883398095128298?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114883398095128298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114883398095128298&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114883398095128298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114883398095128298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-in-life.html' title='a day in the life....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114791128397460481</id><published>2006-05-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:14:43.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new format...</title><content type='html'>...for a new chapter.  if anyone (i.e. one of the chicks with the password to this blog) does not approve of the selected format, feel free to change it.  i won't be offended!!!  The past four years has been AMAZING, but we are now all moving on to new chapters in our lives.  You have seen where three of us will be and as soon as Lauren updates you will know about the other three.  We have loved every moment spent at eagle pass and are excited about the years to come!!  Please stay posted...this is not the end of the chicks...just the beginning of a brand new adventure!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC04049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/DSC04049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114791128397460481?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114791128397460481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114791128397460481&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114791128397460481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114791128397460481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-format.html' title='a new format...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114659931368575099</id><published>2006-05-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:48:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to the Chapel....</title><content type='html'>...and she's gonna get MAAAAARRIED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC03246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/DSC03246.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks...our very own Lauren Ashlee Garrison will very soon be Lauren Ashlee Helton!  Watch out married life, this girl is ready for you!  I feel as though this post should highlight the story of Lauren and Brice (the groom-to-be) since after all they will become one (BONE OF MY BONE...FLESH OF MY FLESH!!!!!) oh so very soon!  So, alas, a story of two souls destined for each other...hold on readers....this could be a tear-jerker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[disclaimer: Although I am very well-versed on the lives of both Lauren and Brice, I do not claim to be an expert of any sort, so bear with me through any discrepencies! Also, I don't have many pictures of Lauren and Brice in the early days, so please excuse the random pics...but I had to spice it up a bit!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Brice%20the%20Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Brice%20the%20Prince.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Ashlee Garrison was born December 30, 1983 on a cold, windy day in Ft. Worth, TX.  She grew up in Ft. Worth and attended Lake Country Christian School for her entire life.  She was the most popular girl in school and accepted Jesus into her heart at a very young age.  She was a cheerleader and everyone loved her (she was the most popular girl after all...the only competition she had was a young squire named Brookie, but Lauren still made it through).  Her freshman year of high school she and the rest of her school went to Oral Roberts University (Go GOLDEN EAGLES!) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/ncaab_oralrobertsgoldeneagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/ncaab_oralrobertsgoldeneagles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for a cheezy conference for all private schools and that is where she saw him--the boy of her dreams!  She was captivated by his hansome physique and rugged looks.  His eyes were mezmerizing and she didn't know what to do with herself.  Shortly after, he kissed her (in truth or dare, but hey, a kiss is a kiss), and would dream about that kiss for years to come.  Every single year, she would count down the days until she would be able to go to ORU just to catch a glimpse of his good looks!  The years went on and she continued to pine over this boy (while still putting Jesus first of course!!!) until one day her freshman year of college, he invited her to go to a Dave Matthew's concert with him.  The sparks flew like crazy and he shortly thereafter he went with her to Missouri to hang out with MeMaw and PaPa (we do love them so) on the Yacht!  At the end of the trip he told her that they couldn't talk for 7 weeks to see if this is really what the Lord wants for them.  After serveral miserable weeks of wanting to talk to this boy for soooooo long (and still communicating through away messages..I know your tricks!), she was finally able to see him again in the horrible town that is Lubbock, TX where he told her that he wanted to pursue her (I know....so sweet, hunh)!!!  They dated for 2 years [many cute things occurred in these 2 years including him telling her he loves her, them going to NYC together, and her admitting that she actually did toot during that fateful leg wrestling competition, but alas, this blog is getting way to long], and one beautiful day in October he asked her to be his bride!!!!!!  Since then, Lauren and Brice have been planning the wedding of the century.  The church is booked, the reception hall is built, the dress is here, the invitations are out, and they are soooo ready.  As I type there is currently 45 days, 18 hours, and 40 minuts, and 19, 18, 17, 16.....seconds until she walks down the aisle to her soon-to-be companion for the rest of her life!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_0378.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After they are married they will go to Mexico for their honeymoon and have the best week of their lives (up to this point at least!).  Needless to say...they are both very much looking forward to the honeymoon.  We, the chicks and Steph, recently gave Lauren a "kitchenware and underwear" shower which, thanks to Kendra, equipped her for the week!!!!!  Lauren, clearly, is really excited about something......what could it be!?!?!?  Okay Claire...enough about that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, they will reside in Dallas, TX where he will continue to coach football and track at Covenant School of Dallas and she will look for a job in addition to being the best wife in the whole wide world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Ashlee Garrison,&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of all the chicks (and Steph of course), we love you so much!  It has been such a joy to get to walk with you through these last 4 years and especially during these last few months of preparation for your marriage.  You are an amazing woman who encourages us and challenges us daily.  You are the best story teller of us all and can make us all laugh at the drop of a hat!  There are so many stories that I debated about putting in this blog, but you are just sooo funny....it's hard to just pick one!  We love you with all of our hearts and cannot wait to see what the Lord has in store for you and Brice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114659931368575099?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114659931368575099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114659931368575099&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114659931368575099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114659931368575099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/05/goin-to-chapel.html' title='Goin&apos; to the Chapel....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114609622164716496</id><published>2006-04-26T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:35:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewisville turns a tad bit Cajun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/cajun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/cajun.0.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;This entry is dedicated to the travel adventures of our cajun chick, Claire, as she braves the world of student teaching. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks... the time has come. This fall, Ms. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claire Elise Borne&lt;/span&gt; is moving her little self to Lewisville.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/lewisville%20map%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/lewisville%20map%202.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right... the booming metropolis that it is. Now some might argue that it's not quite "booming." But, let's think about it. It's close to Dallas and Fort Worth. It's a part of the "metroplex" if you will. AND, this cajun is from Lafayette (that's pronounced laffy-ette, like laffy taffy). Last time I checked, they still sleep in campers in their back yards there. Now, let's not get confused... Lafayette is no New Iberia, however I think moving to the&lt;br /&gt;metroplex is a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;See right side: &lt;em&gt;The map has been attached for your visiting convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/lewis%20letters.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;Now for a few simple facts about Claire's new home and your new vacation spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lewisville strikes a dynamic balance between small-town USA and urban metropolis. It's just minutes from the excitement of Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex; yet old-town charm is still next door when you visit the antique shops, specialty stores, and restaurants of Old Town Lewisville. Factor in world-class shopping, fine dining, the Texas Motor Speedway, new luxurious hotels, glittering blue lakes, and easy airport access, and it's no wonder word is spreading about Lewisville. Call us today to begin your Lewisville, Texas experience! 1-800-GO-CLAIRE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more vital information on Claire's new home feel free to visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cityoflewisville.com"&gt;www.cityoflewisville.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now you might ask: "Besides all of those amazing things to do in Lewisville... what will Claire be doing?" Well... she'll be teaching the children. Some lovely kids like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/in%20chem%20class.0.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/lewis%20logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px" height="36" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/lewis%20logo.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lewisville ISD: watch out! Here comes a Science Olympiad champ. Your new Chemistry student teacher is quite amazing. She'll be arriving in the fall to teach the semester away. I know this is great news for you, but try to contain yourself. Because, while your having a grand ol' time with Ms. Borne-Vierling (she's being temporarily adopted), the chicks and co. are gonna miss her LIKE CRAZY! We're not quite sure how we're going to handle all of this, but Lewy: we trust you. Take good care of her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/vierlings%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/vierlings%20%282%29.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/ms%20paula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/ms%20paula.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where will she stay??? That, my friends, is an exciting question. The amazing Mr. David and Mrs. Paula Vierling will be hosting Claire for the semester. These will be funny days. We can't wait to hear all of the stories. That Vierling family will have some new Cajun spice added to their existence.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claire: From one little teacher to another, you will do an absolutely amazing job loving those kids and teaching them all about things that are way over my head. We will miss you dearly and can't wait to hear what the Lord has in store for your future. Now, feel free to fall in love with Lewisville and stay there.... California is just so far away! But, I know you'll have an amazing summer out there. California: here you come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;disclaimer: even though this entry was pretty much all about lewisville... california is pretty great too. i just thought it necessary to share with our readers the perks of life there. everybody already loves cali :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/vierlings%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-bb&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/ms%20paula.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114609622164716496?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114609622164716496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114609622164716496&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114609622164716496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114609622164716496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/04/lewisville-turns-tad-bit-cajun.html' title='Lewisville turns a tad bit Cajun'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114487217491433836</id><published>2006-04-12T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T13:54:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pom (dichan) poot tai mai dai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/thailand.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/thailand.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Here we are, one month until graduation and I thought it necessary to begin to layout what would be happening in the months/years to come. So I'm going to contribute this blog entry to the country of Thailand...Chiang-Mai, Thailand to be more specific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, Brooke just found out that she will for sure be spending the next two years (August 2006 - May 2008) in Chaing-Mai as a missionary teaching special education at Grace International School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/grace.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/grace.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;These are some of the children that Brooke will be teaching playing outdoors on the Grace International campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So in this entry, for Brookie's sake, I thought I'd educate our readers on the wonders of Thailand, and include some picture along the way so we can see what she'll be seeing in a few short months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/thai%20scene.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/thai%20scene.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thailand covers an area about twice the size of Wyoming. The climate there is tropical with a warm southwest monsoon from May to September and a cool northeast monsoon from November to March. The terrain includes a central plain, the Khorat plateau in the east, and mountains in other regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/thai%20girls.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/thai%20girls.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than 64.2 million people live in Thailand. Thai is their primary language, while English is considered the secondary language of the elite. Religions practiced in Thailand are: Buddhism (95%), Islam (4%), with Christianity, Hinduism, and other beliefs practiced by a little more than 1% of the population.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This last picture is mostly for Brooke. I know that she loves those kiddos, so here's to Brookie and her upcoming adventures in a new land. WE LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH and are so excited to hear about the Lord using you in such a new, fun place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/thaikids.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;~js&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114487217491433836?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114487217491433836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114487217491433836&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114487217491433836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114487217491433836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/04/pom-dichan-poot-tai-mai-dai.html' title='pom (dichan) poot tai mai dai'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114470133535529317</id><published>2006-04-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:39:03.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the burn</title><content type='html'>This post is solely to brag on our super athletic  roommate and friends. We are so proud of you Claire, Mikey, Colby, Wes, etc. Your ability to swim, bike, and run specific distances all in one day really blew us away! On behalf of the chicks and the wonderful Stephanie Logan, Julie Jones, and Laura Nutter--we salute you! Thanks for such a fun weekend event. I have never seen that much spandex in one afternoon. I think you participants should all wear your medals to school one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will always be proud to be your cheerleaders! Kick 'em in the ice-hole!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114470133535529317?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114470133535529317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114470133535529317&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114470133535529317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114470133535529317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/04/feel-burn.html' title='Feel the burn'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114340659393131653</id><published>2006-03-26T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:27:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without further ado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1226.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we all know that it is way past the accepted time allotted for an update about the previous post, but bear with the chicks- they're just a little slow. I have debated on whether a wordy diatribe should paint the picture of the Spring Break excursion or if a picture montage would better serve to capture the momentous occassion. Since I am not very skilled in the art of debating myself, I think it will be a little bit of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was great, from top to bottom. The weather was slightly colder than anticipated, so if you see multiple outfit repeats pictured, just know we learned our lesson. Trust the weather report, even if California=sunshine in your head. We started in San Fran and thoroughly enjoyed the big city and Fisherman's Wharf. With sea loins, clam chowder bread bowls, and Alcatraz some chicks decided they were more wharf girls than city girls. The Golden Gate Bridge was a highlight for all and quite the Kodak moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_0685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monterey Bay and Santa Cruz followed the next day with an aquarium and thrift store shopping. We were able to watch the sunset (sort of) and the waves crash on the shore as we cheered on the surfer boys. Pretty sure they never had a cheering section before, but I'm sure it made their day gnarly. Lauren ate raw sushi (gasp!) and we all said goodbye to NorCal (tear). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_3517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_3517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Wednesday, the chicks piled in the Nissan Armada (yea baby!) and we were on our way to see John Carter! Newport proved to be restful and beautiful and we got to fulfill all of our OC fantasies. We laid out on the beach (sweatshirts and jeans style) and were entertained by the ever surprising breed of California boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_3574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_3574.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sand in our shoes, Charlie's Chili in our bellies, and memories of John Carter and his drawer in our heads we went big time--Hollywood!! We star-searched and people watched and window shopped (yikes!) on Hollywood Blvd. and in Westwood. Lauren was assaulted by Johnny Depp and we got to gorge ourselves on Diddy Reise--finally!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMAG0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMAG0485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "the Pepe"-- your back seat really stunk, but you carted us around and didn't guzzle too much gas--we applaud you. &lt;br /&gt;To California--thanks for the memories and the scenery. You're really pretty. &lt;br /&gt;To Continental Airlines--thanks for row 20 a,b,c,d,e, and f--we couldn't have gotten there without you. &lt;br /&gt;To the Chicks--thanks for a great last spring break. "It was just like a road trip with all my best friends." I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114340659393131653?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114340659393131653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114340659393131653&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114340659393131653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114340659393131653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/03/without-further-ado.html' title='Without further ado....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114183353682296638</id><published>2006-03-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:30:03.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacateeeon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;SB'06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/California.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/California.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess where we're going!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! Not Nevada . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! We're just finishin up our midterms with the west coast in sight. We'll be headin to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L.A.,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;San Fran&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Santa Cruz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;San Jose&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; and the likes in only a few days.  We fly out on Sunday at 12:30p.m. and will not return until the following Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right, you heard it here. Claire has finally roped all six of us into heading for the coast for a whole week. Oh, but don't you worry, we're all &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; stoked! We've got our &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; carry on bag, swimsuits, cameras and other various tourist apparel ready to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I expect that the rental car, long days of sight seeing and shopping, and BeAcH will give us lots to post about.  So be ready to see great pictures and hear amazing stories posted upon our return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~js (yeah..I'm on a roll - I ain't scared)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114183353682296638?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114183353682296638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114183353682296638&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114183353682296638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114183353682296638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacateeeon.html' title='Vacateeeon.'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114107411773157894</id><published>2006-02-27T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:43:04.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mawdee Graw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/n8357921_31409009_3091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/n8357921_31409009_3091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Preface: I feel kind of silly posting this entry, because I think that most if not all of our readers were actually a part of this fun-filled experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WE DID IT! The chicks and four super tight friends ventured east to Cajun Country this past weekend - and, boy, was it an adventure. We spent two lovely days with the incredible Borne family who were gracious enough to teach us a little bit about what they call Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Five of our Ten were lucky enough to attend one of Lafayette's Mardi Gras parades on Friday night, while the other five were unfortunately stuck in (what was called "the road trip from hell") terrible traffic. The parade was outta control!! Despite Claire's abounding experience in the area of bead catching, Mikey and D.O.'s dashing good-looks and my disasterous attempts, Sarah managed to stomp us all in the game of "who can catch the most beads". (Just remember, Sarah, that the first shall be last!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/n8357921_31409024_6632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/n8357921_31409024_6632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday morning, after Keith made us some homemade biegnets, we continued with our Fat Tuesday fun! We drove two hours south west of Lafayette to, you guessed it, New Orleans, LOUISIANA. (We did take a moment to recognize the city to which Claire's favorite song is dedicated---"Callin' BATON ROUGE".) It was crazy to see the party amidst the still prevelant devastation of hurricane Katrina. But, we all know that those crazy cajuns would never let the party stop for one silly storm. The culture was as alive as ever! Our attempts at catching a couple parades and beads were thwarted by the rain, however, Stephanie managed to &lt;em&gt;somehow &lt;/em&gt;beat us all by obtaining the most beads.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/n8357921_31409162_4767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/n8357921_31409162_4767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We left the parade route and followed Keith for over an hour around the french quarter area. [NOTE: Keith, we were not bitter about the hour spent in the car...it just needed to be mentioned. We actually loved getting to know each other that much more!] We finally arrived at my favorite place of the--Pat O'Brian's Piano Bar. We were fortunate enough to be seated right next to the pianos and were saranated with the Aggie War Hymn for all to hear. Judging by the way everyone in the place told us goodbye when we left, I'm pretty sure we made a lasting impression on all present. We finished out the day with a stop at the famous Uncle Leon and Aunt Ro's where they fed us our appetizer of chicken and sausage gumbo. Man was it good!!! We arrived back in Lafayette where Miss Renee's outstanding homemade lasagna awaited us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A fabulous weekend was had by all and all are very grateful to the Borne's for giving us a taste of the Cajun culture (as if Claire is not enough!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next Year?? Same time? Same place? Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.js.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.cb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114107411773157894?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114107411773157894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114107411773157894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114107411773157894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114107411773157894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/02/mawdee-graw.html' title='Mawdee Graw'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114047968616910631</id><published>2006-02-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:55:40.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_1143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now just a few thoughts on the above photo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this normal for a duck? Do they prefer mohawks to other more conservative hairstyles? Is this duck just a rebel who is expressing himself? If this is not his own doing, how in world did this happen? Was it a freak accident? Were any other duck-hairs affected in the same way? Is he the cool duck of his herd, or the artsy one, does he have a girlfriend with similar self-expressive qualities? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to respond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114047968616910631?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114047968616910631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114047968616910631&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114047968616910631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114047968616910631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/02/ponderings.html' title='Ponderings...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-114011846245500873</id><published>2006-02-16T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:40:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowering the Bar</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking.... Claire and the other main posters on our blog have set the bar high for us. I and probably the other chicks who do not post much are a little intimidated to follow these super creative, picture filled posts.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion I think the blogs that have more frequent posts are obviously more interesting to read and probably have more consistent readers! So, I'm lowering the bar. Chicks, we've got to give the reader what they want! MORE POSTS!&lt;br /&gt;Because we, the six chicks, intend to use this blog to keep each other posted on our lives when we are forced to move away from each other, I think we need to start practicing. So... that means that you chicks who rarely put your thoughts into a blog need to step it up! I will be really sad if I never hear about what is going on in the life of a newly married woman, or a school teacher in Thailand....etc. So, there ya go... that's what happens when I start thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Post away girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-114011846245500873?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/114011846245500873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=114011846245500873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114011846245500873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/114011846245500873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/02/lowering-bar.html' title='Lowering the Bar'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113874416843321006</id><published>2006-01-31T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:29:08.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning of the end...</title><content type='html'>Yes, folks, it's true. The six chicks/nine chicks are graduating in 3 1/2 months and counting. As sad as we are about leaving each other and this great university, we have vowed to make this an amazing last semester of our college career. The beginning of the end has proved to be so far full of new adventures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/6427large.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/6427large.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ordered her wedding dress (with all 5 of us there to give our approval). It is absolutely georgous and she looks amazing in it! Oh, you want to know what it looks like???? Well, it's hot pink with orange lace and green beading all over the bodice. The skirt is mermaid style with streamer-like chiffaun coming out of the bottom of the dress that extend to a 6 foot train. It's absolutely stunning!!!! Oh, and the bridesmaids dresses look a little something like this-------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, y'all. We are going to look beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/New%20York%20City%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/New%20York%20City%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are going to New York City on thursday. Yes, D.O. is going on the adventure of a lifetime with Jess, her sister Rachel, her cousin, and 3 other young co-eds to the big apple. Hold on to your hats folks, it's gonna be a ride for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has begun her student teaching in the resource room at South Knoll Elementary. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/thailand-041b%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/thailand-041b%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A great student teacher she is for sure. She comes home telling us about her children that call her Mith Brandon and how she corrects them and their lisp. Brookie is also currently in the application process to go to Thailand with the IMB to teach children with disabilities (yeah, brookie are you proud...people first language baby!). Brookie is going to fit right in...I'm just sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has been reading her little heart away. I believe she is currently in 525,600 books and is keeping them all straight. Truly, I am impressed with the mad reading skills of my bunkmate. Below are a couple of pictures for your viewing peasure. This is what she looks like when she is reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/images.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/girlreading.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/girlreading.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also recently asked to BCA formal with the oh so fab Mr. D.O. She was the chosen chick, and we truly are proud of his decision. However, his delivery will always be in question. To ask her, he taped a piece of paper with a poem written on it over the toilet bowl. Why the toilet bowl, we are still not sure. Maybe he thinks she has serious stomach issues, or a very small bladder. Needless to say, it was almost urined upon numerous times in the hour or so that it stayed taped to the bowl. Good job, D.O....I guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/hobbyapti_zonemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/hobbyapti_zonemap.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/hobbyapti_zonemap.0.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hayley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is venturing off to the great states of Kentucky/Tennessee. She will visit her &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; and ours...CHARLIE! We do love Charlie so! Hayley will be flying out of her favorite airport...HOBBY...where she could almost drive the roads with her eyes closed because she has driven them so many times. She is a champion flyer...really. We will miss her sweet eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks while she is away...as well as her stunning sense of humor, but she will be anxioulsy greeted at the door of the eagle pass home when she arrives late on Sunday night. We hope her trip is successful...whatever that means!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/640830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/640830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has been hanging out with us as usual, and we hope and pray that this never ends. We truly enjoy her company...every second of it and we love her laugh. She has also recently purchased a new REI fleece that looks absolutely stunning on her. We were a little nervous as to the outcome of what the fleece would look like on her, but she pulls it off oh so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/bike_carrier_64720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/bike_carrier_64720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; unfortunately was absent from us this weekend, but he has fortunately returned and has taken his seat as one of the beloved nine chicks. I suppose the most amazing thing Mikey has done in the past 3 weeks occured late last night. I'm not sure he is ready to make this public knowledge, but here goes anyway. (He can take it up with me later if necessary.) He was making a friendly trip to his neighborhood sonic and forgot that number 9 (my beloved bike) was fastened securely to the top of suvy (his car). &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/sonic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/sonic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He proceeded to go under the canopy which caused some cosmetic damages which will prevent me from riding him for the next few days. Although he felt aweful, we all know it was an accident...and hey...how many people can claim that they did something like that!?!?!? Love is all we have for you, Mikey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, for me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Claire Elise Borne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ladies and gentlemen, the only exciting thing I can claim is that I saw a movie by myself. You may be thinking that it is something only lame people do because they have no friends.....au contraire mon amies!!!! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/p20030213211451%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/p20030213211451%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to be really scared of it myself, but I must say that I am 100% a fan of solo movie viewing. Go, right now and see one for yourself. The movie I chose to see was "End of the Spear" and the showing I chose was the 12:25pm matinee feature. The ticket was only $4.50 and I was free to feel any emotion I desired (i.e. tears could flow freely without wondering what anyone was thinking of me). I am proud of myself, I must say and I recommend it it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot to leave you with friends, but I hope this will keep you occupied for a while. Much love from the six/nine chicks!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113874416843321006?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113874416843321006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113874416843321006&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113874416843321006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113874416843321006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/01/beginning-of-end.html' title='the beginning of the end...'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113642421733549807</id><published>2006-01-04T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:25:56.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do Jelly Bellies, the OC, the 49ers and the Six Chicks have in common?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/californiamap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/californiamap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California, California, here we come.... (sing it OC style Mikey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From LA to San Fran&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna pile 6 in a van&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin' the coast&lt;br /&gt;I dare say I boast&lt;br /&gt;That Spring Break '06&lt;br /&gt;Will rival all those chick flicks&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for sun, fun and no Smurfs&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for John Carter to teach us to surf!&lt;br /&gt;Having no plans, but the plane ticket I hold&lt;br /&gt;If you will let me be so bold&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say, "Man!"&lt;br /&gt;"This is the best trip we've ever planned!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girls I love to share everything with---Can you believe it?! We're takin the chicks to Cali!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113642421733549807?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113642421733549807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113642421733549807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113642421733549807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113642421733549807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-do-jelly-bellies-oc-49ers-and-six.html' title='What do Jelly Bellies, the OC, the 49ers and the Six Chicks have in common?'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113555221921388397</id><published>2005-12-25T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:10:19.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an original gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/christmas%20day%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/christmas%20day%20024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the same as a typical Christmas morning in the Borne household.  I received a new camera to take the place of the busted one and all was well in the world of the cajun one.  We went over to Nanny Brenda's house to begin our newest tradition of playing with the children, and began opening presents.  Nothing too exciting, you must be thinking.  And then...I opened the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me!  Eat your heart out chicks and get ready for our newest roommies!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from my family (and soon to be ours) to YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/christmas%20day%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/christmas%20day%20031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113555221921388397?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113555221921388397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113555221921388397&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113555221921388397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113555221921388397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/12/original-gift.html' title='an original gift'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113512746834586452</id><published>2005-12-20T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:14:09.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty sure I miss you!</title><content type='html'>While our faithful readers already know the extent of our insanity (and slight obsession with each other), I will only further confirm your suspicions I'm sure through this entry which is specifically written to the other 5 parts of me (you know who you are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it is the 20th day of the month of December in the year 2005 - approximately 3 whole days since we "chicks" parted.  Can you believe that it already feels like the days are creeping by like molasses and time has elapsed enough for me to be growing gray hairs since I saw each of you?  How does that happen?  I think you should know that I've seen far too many movies already in the last 3 days, I've laughed a lot less than normal, and I've suddenly taken a liking for reading ( &lt;strong&gt;:o&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;OH MY!&lt;/em&gt;)  Something is wrong with this picture.  My conclusion is this . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE BELONG TOGETHER!  &lt;br /&gt;So I want you to know that you are like my family.  You mean so so much to me.  There are not words enough in the English language to express my appreciation for you.  and I want each of you to have the Christmas of a lifetime. Whether it be in a cajun town with lots of parents and alcohol;), on a quaint street in Lewisville with a small family, in MO with the amazing Memaw and Papa, at grandma's with aunts, uncles and cousins in Denton, or with lots and lots of 'B' named people in Fort Worth, ENJOY! FELIZ NAVIDAD!  I pray that the Lord shows you his sweet affections for you this holiday season.  and know, too, that I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;-JS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113512746834586452?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113512746834586452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113512746834586452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113512746834586452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113512746834586452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/12/pretty-sure-i-miss-you.html' title='Pretty sure I miss you!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113406655094766979</id><published>2005-12-08T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T12:21:22.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>The chicks definitely got into the Christmas spirit last night. The wind was chilly, we had the Texas version of snow (drizzly rain), and Mariah Carey blasting from the ipod. With chestnuts roasting on the open fire, the chicks proceeded to decorate yummy cookies, dance around a bit, and then partake in the age-old tradition of Christmas caroling. After bundling up and making it down 3 very treacherous steps and piling into Ollie, the fun began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing and singing to Christmas pop music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/DSC03406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/DSC03406.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Pickle's apartment in the freezing rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/christmas%20fun%20008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/christmas%20fun%20008.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/christmas%20fun%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/christmas%20fun%20009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into Wes and Michael's with Lauren's "off beat" kick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing our "medley" for the Luther house, &lt;br /&gt;Taking numerous pictures because Sarah couldn't open her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Singing All I Want for Christmas to Mr. D.O., &lt;br /&gt;Claire mastering foggy windows, &lt;br /&gt;and the list just goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/christmas%20fun%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/christmas%20fun%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say:  Merry Christmas to all those we love from the Six Chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113406655094766979?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113406655094766979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113406655094766979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113406655094766979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113406655094766979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113392242125108116</id><published>2005-12-06T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:28:46.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute...from his biggest fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/mikey%27s%20concert%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/mikey%27s%20concert%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured to the left is our great friend, Michael "Mikey" Mills playing with his band "While We're Here" at Coffee Station in College Station.  His drumming abilities are endless and he for sure impressed us with his skills.  Three of the six chicks and Stephanie (the 6 1/2 chick) came out to support Mikey--we are his biggest fans after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/mikey%27s%20concert%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/mikey%27s%20concert%20014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly enjoyed watching our dear friend drum his little heart away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an amazing show.  I think Mikey was satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/mikey%27s%20concert%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/400/mikey%27s%20concert%20015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113392242125108116?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113392242125108116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113392242125108116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113392242125108116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113392242125108116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/12/tributefrom-his-biggest-fans.html' title='A Tribute...from his biggest fans'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113330734030145394</id><published>2005-11-29T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:56:22.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an exciting day has arrived in the mouth of one of the chicks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/3852.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_1016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/IMG_1016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, I know that you are all wondering to yourself...Self, What could possibly be going in the mouth of a chick??? Well minus the shaving of a certain chick's overweight tooth, Sarah got her braces off!!!! That's right her mouth is screaming...FREEDOM!!!! Now she can eat corn, carmel, bean sprouts, apples and many other fantastic foods and she has no fear of the skin of a black bean or cilantro from guacamole getting stuck in her brackets!!! She can now eat with complete and total confidence with no restrictions.... THIS deserves some celebration!!! And not only this but Sarah can now officially discontinue her membership in "You have braces and your in college" group, What an exciting day that we face with much jubilation! YEAY for Sarah!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113330734030145394?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113330734030145394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113330734030145394&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113330734030145394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113330734030145394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/exciting-day-has-arrived-in-mouth-of.html' title='an exciting day has arrived in the mouth of one of the chicks!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113275975053856507</id><published>2005-11-23T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:42:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ugly white turkey is exactly what you're about to eat (or already did). The chicks recently heard a little fact about our Thanksgiving holiday turkey-eating tradition. You see... there are these turkey breeders who breed white feathered turkeys so that they won't have spotted skin! So thanks to all those wonderful white feathered friends, your holiday season is a little brighter and a lot less speckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to wish each of you a very Happy White-Feathered Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113275975053856507?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113275975053856507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113275975053856507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113275975053856507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113275975053856507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113192616122253000</id><published>2005-11-13T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:19:52.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new brookie phrase has emerged</title><content type='html'>Hayley's birthday was over a month ago, and we, the six chicks of eagle pass, were finally able to celebrate her birthday!  Her birthday wish was for her chicks to take her on a weekend o fun in the lovely Austin, TX (which, in my humble opinion, is a little piece of heaven in the midst of this huge state)!   Needless to say we were all very excited!  We ate at Kerbey Lane Cafe and ejoyed the oh so yummy Kerbey Queso!  Man, did I mention that that stuff is GOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!  We then ventured off to the Texas State Capital where, in our ridiculousness, numerous pictures were taken and much fun was had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to model the Beatles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take a cute picture after singing to Hayley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beg for food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Hayley%27s%20Austin%20Weekend%20055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take senior pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503606986FqkYTp_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/503606986FqkYTp_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503606662uDFKQl_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/503606662uDFKQl_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503607014aTJMQO_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/503607014aTJMQO_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And play with the children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503648911LoXLpn_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/503648911LoXLpn_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503649730RcQXOy_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/503649730RcQXOy_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503653403tAqWRS_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/503653403tAqWRS_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And take another 6 chicks picture to add to the collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503653521gKuYlJ_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/503653521gKuYlJ_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the craziest thing that happened all weekend was the event that coined the newest Brooke "______________" Face phrase---Brookie "Make Out" Face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/503648969OajrLn_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/503648969OajrLn_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good weekend!  Good friends, good food, good city, good laughs, good drinks, good times!  This is just the beginning of the six chicks adventures for our senior year.  Stay tuned for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113192616122253000?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113192616122253000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113192616122253000&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113192616122253000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113192616122253000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-brookie-phrase-has-emerged.html' title='a new brookie phrase has emerged'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18235582.post-113150167195180088</id><published>2005-11-08T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T18:02:50.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so ridiculous</title><content type='html'>This is coming from boredom and sheer hiliarity. Ok, so I know how to cook. People enjoy my cooking--or they have lied to my face. Anyways, I am not all that bad, don't expect gourmet lamb chops or something, but the occassional casserole--or shall I say, mean casserole is known to get some pretty good reactions. However, recently, I have been what some would call absentminded, I personally think I am ridiculous. It all started about 2 weeks ago with an ugly incident of burnt popcorn. Now popcorn is a tricky timing issue, and although I  thought I had it under control, the smoke filling the house would beg to differ. Since the humiliation lasted while each roommate proceeded to ask, "what is that smell?" when they came home, I figured I had gotten it out of my system. Not so fast, a replay of the burning happened a few days later with an unfortunate pot of rice. Not all of the contents burned, but it did taste significantly like a camp fire. Needless to say, it was kind of embarrassing falling from my status as "good cook" to "Sarah burned something again" in such a short amount of time. But tonight might just make a place for me in history. The only reason I am admitting to this is so other may share in the insanity of the situation. Ok people, I burned water. I wanted to make pasta, one of the easiest meals known to mankind, but I lost all track of time and did not realize my mistake until the entire kitchen and living room were filling with a haze. So for all those wondering what happens to water when it boils too long, I discovered tonite that it turns into this dust-like substance. Just thought you might want to know. Now I am off to buy dinner because I no longer trust myself to produce anything edible.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry chicks for the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113150167195180088?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113150167195180088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113150167195180088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113150167195180088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113150167195180088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-so-ridiculous.html' title='i am so ridiculous'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113114145026611428</id><published>2005-11-04T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:50:05.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fightin' Texas Aggie Six Chicks</title><content type='html'>The Six Chicks are officially seniors! Whoop! Who knew we would all be this excited about some little gold bling on our hands? But through the blood, sweat, and tears of 95 hours we are more than proud to sport our Aggie rings. The dunking of the rings proved to be a memorable moment as well, but of course we couldn't just roll with tradition totally. There is a long story about bundt cakes that I do not have time to go into here, but needless to say, the bundt (pronounced booon-t) cakes made their way back into the 6 chicks folklore.  We were privileged to share the dunking experience with Derrick Oliver and Stephanie Logan--both very near and dear to the chicks' heart. Complete with icing and red sprinkles, each recipient of a ring mooshed their ring into the bottom of the bundt. With no hands, the fun began--please observe below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_0847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush of excitement from smashing your face into a cake is one I highly reccomend, but please beware of the unavoidable sprinkles and and icing up your nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/IMG_0853.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations 6 chicks, D.O. and Steph---Gig 'em Ags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113114145026611428?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113114145026611428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113114145026611428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113114145026611428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113114145026611428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/fightin-texas-aggie-six-chicks.html' title='Fightin&apos; Texas Aggie Six Chicks'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113112207692154063</id><published>2005-11-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:38:01.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth about the EYEBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/EZeyesmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/EZeyesmd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, the above picture is a correct depiction of an eyeball. (courtesy of brookieash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113112207692154063?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113112207692154063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113112207692154063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113112207692154063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113112207692154063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/truth-about-eyeball.html' title='the truth about the EYEBALL'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113090317376171007</id><published>2005-11-01T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:49:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk or Treat</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;As the Six Chicks we felt obligated to represent as such in our halloween costumes. Trunk or Treat proved the perfect opportunity not only to fulfill our dream of dressing as cute yellow birds, but also to play with cute little kids, hand out box-fulls of candy, throw really fat penguins, and let Claire run around with a walkie-talkie. (notice the ever popular hip-clip she is sporting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20024.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20024.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20025.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20025.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113090317376171007?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113090317376171007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113090317376171007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113090317376171007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113090317376171007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk or Treat'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113090291141580621</id><published>2005-11-01T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:21:23.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Happening at Eagle Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Becuase I know that now, most of our "regular readers" (ha) have probably checked out D.O.'s blog after yesterday's entry, I figured you might like to know a little secret about our Mr. Oliver. Take a look at that picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Thursday night, Mikey and D.O. studied Lauren's bridal magazines closely. We've got a wedding to plan and they were very interested in helping! Thanks guys for taking such a personal interest in this new event in the 6 chicks lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now for a quick game of "one of these things is not like the other"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20012.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice anything strange about our living room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/Living%20Room%20Switch%20and%20Trunk%20or%20Treat%20011.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look closely... This weekend we got to reminisce about last years prank war with the Nagle boys. Only this time it resulted in moving heavy furniture and re-establishing cable connection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For the record: The Chicks won the war!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;js  hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113090291141580621?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113090291141580621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113090291141580621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113090291141580621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113090291141580621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/recent-happening-at-eagle-pass.html' title='Recent Happening at Eagle Pass'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113087821620752596</id><published>2005-11-01T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T12:53:03.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three unproductive hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/463939323TwEHYN_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/463939323TwEHYN_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/463939039RaHuQn_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/200/463939039RaHuQn_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at work for three straight hours.  And, you may be thinking to yourself, "self...that's a lot of time to do some homework."  But, my dear friends, I would like to propose to you that in the three hours that I manned the help desk at the Read computer lab, I accomplished the following:&lt;br /&gt;       -Facebook (need I say more)&lt;br /&gt;       -Fox News (gotta keep up)&lt;br /&gt;       -talked to Brookie and Jess on aim&lt;br /&gt;       -the crossword (okay, so I didn't finish it, but I put a good dent in it)&lt;br /&gt;       -compulsively checked D.O.'s blog just in case he changed it in the three &lt;br /&gt;        hours I was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the midst of checking his blogspot, I found his pictures and found these two hilarious ones.  You may look at them and think that they are not very funny but when I tell you the captions that D.O. had underneath them you will laugh so hard you may pee your pants!!!  (I almost did...but wait...that's not saying much!)  Under the Brookie solo picture, the caption read "Brookie awkard picture by herself face", and under the one of Jess and Jesse (hmmmmm...are you thinking what I'm thinking???) it read, "Jess getting fresh"!!!  Tell me that is not hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to finish off my three hours of unproductive "work", I had to share the humor of my work shift with you all.  I salute you and thank you D.O. for bringing humor to my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113087821620752596?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113087821620752596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113087821620752596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113087821620752596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113087821620752596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/11/three-unproductive-hours.html' title='three unproductive hours'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113029142561514239</id><published>2005-10-25T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T12:21:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW ROCK IN THE HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/1600/October%2022%20weekend%20Engagement%20and%20Climbing%200611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/737/1779/320/October%2022%20weekend%20Engagement%20and%20Climbing%200611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lauren is engaged...BIG NEWS IN THE 6CHICKS HOUSEHOLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113029142561514239?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113029142561514239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113029142561514239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113029142561514239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113029142561514239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-rock-in-house.html' title='A NEW ROCK IN THE HOUSE'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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-18235582.post-113016911187489684</id><published>2005-10-24T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T10:42:39.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are.....</title><content type='html'>It's official! We are up and running as an official Six Chicks blogspot! After much consulation with the ever-famous D.O., the chicks decided to start a blog to keep in touch with each other and to let the world know of our endeavors. So, here's the beginning....enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18235582-113016911187489684?l=eaglepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/feeds/113016911187489684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18235582&amp;postID=113016911187489684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113016911187489684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18235582/posts/default/113016911187489684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eaglepass.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-we-are.html' title='here we are.....'/><author><name>Hayley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14208748919616072623</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></feed>
