<?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-2552506458022245157</id><updated>2011-12-15T16:57:57.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-9217525052660583212</id><published>2010-10-07T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:08:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent/Teacher Conferences</title><content type='html'>Last night I met with Sarah and Joshua's teachers for the annual fall conferences. I'll be honest, I was worried about them. Joshua and Sarah both haven't had the best 6 weeks, well at least I thought that.&lt;br /&gt;I worry about Sarah the most, she is like a volcano waiting to explode some days and I don't want that to happen at school. Sarah's teacher told me, she is a little above average for her age, and is right where she should be (I was a little worried) and that she sometimes has her days. My response to that was "Sometimes?" (not always) Her teacher told me to continue to read to her and have her read to me and work on her math skills.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is such a different child. His teachers told me he was a fantastic student and&amp;nbsp; gave me his report card and he had honor roll! 3 A's and 3 B's. He was most excited about the A in Math (he is in 5th grade math and it's hard). He had a rough day, you can read about that in an earlier post, a few weeks ago and his teachers were hoping it was something that would pass. One of the teachers also said that he didn't have a lot in common with the other 4th grade boys, which was a good thing, he is much more mature. Well that's good and bad. It's great that he is such a good kid, but because if his maturity level he might not have that many friends. I guess I got great reports from his teachers and I should be happy, but I can't help feeling a little sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TK3iT-eBs2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/o6FqU9PGVF0/s1600/ar12253681505049.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2552506458022245157-9217525052660583212?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/9217525052660583212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/10/parentteacher-conferences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/9217525052660583212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/9217525052660583212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/10/parentteacher-conferences.html' title='Parent/Teacher Conferences'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-2999659434793061296</id><published>2010-09-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:48:30.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 9 is Hard!</title><content type='html'>"Today was thew WORST day of my life!" This is what I heard yesterday when Joshua got off of the bus! Evidently he had told on one of the boys in his class, that boy then told all the other boys not to be friends with Joshua. It was a rough day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes homework! The dreaded nightly episode. And of course it is all harder than it's ever been. Joshua is a smart kid. He is taking 5th grade math, and excels in English and Social Studies. But I guess because he is taking the 5th grade math is is just hard. Last night during our struggle he looked at me and asked me why I had kids if I knew they would have to take such hard classes. And I realize he is doing stuff that I did in middle school, and I shouldn't be upset with him. I just wish it was a little easier for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-2999659434793061296?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2999659434793061296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-9-is-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2999659434793061296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2999659434793061296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/being-9-is-hard.html' title='Being 9 is Hard!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-6677540405142585946</id><published>2010-09-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:25:37.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready For Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TJN6U8NyttI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rxN5PvkdqFQ/s1600/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TJN6U8NyttI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rxN5PvkdqFQ/s320/fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517888468638938834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially we have 4 more days until the start of fall, but when are the temps going to go down? I can't wait for leaves to fall and the crisp air and the pumpkins and apples and Halloween and Thanksgiving. I'm super excited for the new Halloween store at Candler's Station. They opened this week and I think we are going over tomorrow after Sarah's soccer game. Now don't get me wrong, I love Summer, Spring and Winter, but at the end of each season I am ready for the next one. Each season has something special about it. But Fall is one of my favorites. I'm ready for the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-6677540405142585946?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6677540405142585946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-for-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6677540405142585946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6677540405142585946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/ready-for-fall.html' title='Ready For Fall'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TJN6U8NyttI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rxN5PvkdqFQ/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-5430030571818437846</id><published>2010-09-16T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:43:09.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Blessing</title><content type='html'>As many of you know when Chad lost his job last fall, he also lost his insurance. For 9 months now we have had to pay full price for my insulin and pump supplies. That runs us around $550/month. Last year at this time it was costing us around $75. Now to some of you, that might not seem like a big deal (my rich friends) but to us it's huge. In June we discovered Lilly Cares, which is a part of the company who makes the insulin I use. They offer free and reduced price medications to patients without insurance. It has been a long few months waiting for the response. I found out today that I will be getting my insulin for free. They will ship it directly to my doctor's office each month. What a blessing. This will save our family around $6,000 a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-5430030571818437846?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5430030571818437846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-blessing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5430030571818437846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5430030571818437846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-blessing.html' title='A True Blessing'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-5109468168941829789</id><published>2010-09-08T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:13:44.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Late!</title><content type='html'>Such a wonderful thought! One that doesn't actually happen very often. The school bus picks my kids up at 7:55 every morning. This morning when the alarm went off we decided that I could just take the kids to school and sleep a little late. Get this, we slept until after the school bus picks them up, we got up, got ready and got to the school before their bus did. Amazing, we just might make this an every day thing. I am feeling so good cause I got to sleep an hour longer. Now you might say, what about the weekend? Like many children, my kids believe that if they don't have to go to school they should get up at the crack of dawn. So, sleeping late on the weekends is out of the question.  I am going to enjoy my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-5109468168941829789?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5109468168941829789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleeping-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5109468168941829789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5109468168941829789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleeping-late.html' title='Sleeping Late!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-650431677561985503</id><published>2010-09-07T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T07:01:59.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bolgging Deleima</title><content type='html'>As I am reading my friends blogs and other people I have never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;met's&lt;/span&gt; blogs, I have come to realize that I'm not very good t it. I really enjoy doing it, it's almost like a diary, that I can share so I am not going to stop. Some blogs I read are poetic, beautiful, thought provoking, informative and just good reads. Mine on the other hand seems jumbled and chaotic. (probably why not that many people read it) I would love to be able to write wonderful and beautiful blogs, but that just doesn't seem possible. So please be patient with me as I attempt to share my feelings and goings on! And thanks for taking the time to read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-650431677561985503?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/650431677561985503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-bolgging-delima.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/650431677561985503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/650431677561985503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-bolgging-delima.html' title='My Bolgging Deleima'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-7071937975227491142</id><published>2010-09-02T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:04:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's RELAY Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TIBJbLgEW7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xJXccb40nBQ/s1600/relay_for_life.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TIBJbLgEW7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xJXccb40nBQ/s320/relay_for_life.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512486675194076082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not quite! But I did have my first committee meeting tonight. I love my Relay friends. I also love Relay for Life and what they do. As many of you know my father and grandmother both passed away because of cancer. CANCER SUCKS! I want to find a cure and will do what ever it takes! I look forward to the walk, not only that night but the walk that we as a committee have ahead of us as we plan the 2011 Relay. We have a great chairperson and co-chairperson, who are great leaders and inspirations to all the committee. CELEBRATE! REMEMBER! FIGHT BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-7071937975227491142?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7071937975227491142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-relay-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7071937975227491142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7071937975227491142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-relay-time.html' title='It&apos;s RELAY Time!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TIBJbLgEW7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xJXccb40nBQ/s72-c/relay_for_life.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-3327699587600869571</id><published>2010-09-01T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:54:26.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TH69ABjp-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t6DqKVmMa4M/s1600/n680915097_979639_6314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TH69ABjp-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t6DqKVmMa4M/s400/n680915097_979639_6314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512050802063702514" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago, seems like a lifetime ago, I held his hand and watched him slip away! September 1, 2004 was the hardest day of my life so far, it was the day my dad passed away. My dad was a constant in my life, he didn't live with us because my mom and dad separated when I was 2. I loved my dad and he was an inspiration to me and still is today! He suffered for so long with numerous illnesses and diseases. He had heart attacks, diabetes,  lung cancer. It was the cancer that finally took him. He meant so much to me, still does.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that he has missed so much over the last 6 years. I know he would have loved his grand children so much. I look at Joshua and see my dad every once in a while, Joshua actually remembers him. Sarah was just 4 months old when he died, she has no memory of him at all. I do have a couple of pictures of him holding her. I treasure those. I wish Dad had meet Chad and Sam.  Sam's middle name is David just like my dad's middle name. Sam has a birthmark on the back of his head, I like to think of it as a Kiss from my dad and grandma. (I know that sounds silly, but it helps ease the pain)&lt;br /&gt;I went to the cemetery today, just being there broke my heart. I sat and cried for a while and Sam played. He came over and gave me a hug. I know Dad would hate that I have been crying about him today and he would want me to get on with my life. I want to make him proud. I love you, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The above picture is of me and my dad ~ 1978)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-3327699587600869571?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3327699587600869571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3327699587600869571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3327699587600869571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/09/6-years-ago.html' title='6 Years Ago'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TH69ABjp-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t6DqKVmMa4M/s72-c/n680915097_979639_6314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-6438614936296606971</id><published>2010-08-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:55:15.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I thinking?</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided that I want to loose some weight. I'm fat! I know, it's not a secret. I am not trying to loose the weight for my appearance, I have been worried about my heart. I have relatives that have had heart attacks (including my dad), and I have no desire to go through that. As I get older I worry that something will happen. So this morning I put Sam in the stroller and took a walk around the block. I did it, it was hard but I am determined to get healthier. It was just a short walk and I will make it longer as I feel I can. I want to be around for a long time, and I want to do whatever I can. Sam loved the walk and cried when I got back to the house and we had to go inside. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-6438614936296606971?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6438614936296606971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-am-i-thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6438614936296606971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6438614936296606971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-am-i-thinking.html' title='What am I thinking?'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-7970287515830292314</id><published>2010-08-07T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:57:58.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a parent isn't always Easy</title><content type='html'>Who am I kidding, is it ever easy? I went to pick up Joshua from camp yesterday.  I was so happy to see him. I asked all the typical questions: "How was camp?" "Did you have fun?" etc. I got answers although not extensive answers. I just passed it off as him being tired. The ride home was rough, Sarah and Joshua fought the entire way home. I had to pull over twice to move them and threaten them. The afternoon was hard with more arguing, I decided to take them to the spray ground to let them get rid of some of their energy. All 3 kids had a great time. Last night we went to the mall and dealt with more jealousy between our two oldest. They went to bed and I thought everything would be better after a good night's sleep! Boy, was I wrong! This morning we got up and headed out to yard sales, one of our Saturday morning traditions.  After we laid Sam down for his nap, I took Sarah to a movie and Chad took Joshua to one (my mom was at home with Sam), thinking that it would be good for the kids. When we got home the fighting began again! We sent Joshua to his bed and let him cry it out. About 15 mins later I asked Joshua to come talk to me. He then explained he didn't have a good time at camp. Evidently one of his roommates told him he would be his friend if he could beat Joshua up. HE said he was scared every day! I'm so happy that I didn't know when I picked him up, I probably would have said some things unbecoming to a mother of 3.  I loved Craig Springs so much growing up and hope that this doesn't ruin him of going back to camp. I have cried and prayed about it, hopefully God will help Joshua and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-7970287515830292314?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7970287515830292314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-parent-isnt-always-easy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7970287515830292314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7970287515830292314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-parent-isnt-always-easy.html' title='Being a parent isn&apos;t always Easy'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-2304962191791794463</id><published>2010-08-04T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:21:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE!</title><content type='html'>I love anything for FREE! (well almost) I love for my kids to have a good time but I hate spending money on stuff! So far we have done pretty well this week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went to the Family Fun day at the stadium, then to the game. The Family fun thing was FREE! Did you hear that FREE! They had a place to get your picture on a baseball card and on the cover of Sports Illustrated Kids, Bounce houses, tattoos, baseball card trading, and even a traveling museum of baseball stuff (I loved that part) And did I tell you, it was all FREE! OK, I guess you can tell that I love FREE stuff! Tuesday we headed over to the Regal for their FREE movie, we saw Alvin and the Chipmunks. We we got there in the cup holders were free coupons for kids meals at Chick Fil-a.  So we had lunch at the Chick Fil-a at the mall. Today we decided to try out the new Spray Ground at Riverside Park. We waited for a while for the guy to get it turned on, but had a great time playing in it. Well Sam was a little scared, he gets a little nervous around water splashing. But in the end he had fun. Oh, did I tell you it was FREE! Now what can we do tomorrow that is FREE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-2304962191791794463?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2304962191791794463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2304962191791794463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2304962191791794463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/free.html' title='FREE!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-8883116305639618581</id><published>2010-08-01T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:56:53.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig Springs Drop Off</title><content type='html'>Today, I dropped off my oldest at camp. He will be there until Friday morning. I know this is the 3rd year I have done it but it always makes me a little sad. He will have so much fun and I'm kinda jealous. While we were dropping him off I realized that 23 summers ago I went to Craig Springs for the first time. I was older than Joshua is now and he has been going to Craig since he was 3 years old. I am so happy he loves it as much as I do. He was so excited I thought he would squirm out of his seat in the car on the way up. I pray he will get closer to God and learn a lot throughout the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-8883116305639618581?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8883116305639618581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/craig-springs-drop-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8883116305639618581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8883116305639618581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/08/craig-springs-drop-off.html' title='Craig Springs Drop Off'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-973223895851140818</id><published>2010-07-31T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:18:55.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending Joshua Off to Camp</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow I am taking Joshua up to Craig Springs for a week of New Covenant camp. This is his 3rd year and he is so excited. It is such a mixed bag of emotions. I'm so happy because he is falling in love with one of the most beautiful places in the world, I'm proud because he is fine to go by himself, he misses us a little but doesn't let it get to him. I'm sad because he will be gone for a week and I will miss him a whole bunch. One thing I love about getting him ready this year is that he has grown up a lot since last year. Last year he didn't mind taking his spider man sheets and hot wheels tooth brush. This year he said "No, mom. I'm too old for that." So we went out and bought a bottle of Gillette body wash, a grown up tooth brush and are packing blue sheets and a baseball team's beach towel.  I guess it's time for him to pass some of those childish thing on to his baby bother, some I will save to always remember his childhood. I am reminded of the children's book by Karen Kingsbury http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQeDfcvTRnA Where she talks about all the lasts that your children. We always remember the firsts but do we remember the lasts. So tomorrow when I leave Craig Springs, I will leave with a tear in my eye, not only because I'm leaving my son for a week but also because I know he is growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-973223895851140818?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/973223895851140818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/sending-joshua-off-to-camp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/973223895851140818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/973223895851140818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/sending-joshua-off-to-camp.html' title='Sending Joshua Off to Camp'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-3777728269995073987</id><published>2010-07-31T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T14:08:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids are driving me crazy!  - And so is everyone else!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's just me! But everyone I come in contact with is making my skin crawl. I don't know why, but it's true. I would love for people to understand that I am a 32 year old grown up! I don't need people telling me what to do or how to do it. Now I know that I am not perfect and don't know everything but don't think I am stupid because I don't do it the way you want me to.  The kids are fighting like there is no tomorrow about everything even Sam is attempting to do it, he sees his brother and sister doing it so he thinks that is the way he is supposed to do it! Sometimes I just want to cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-3777728269995073987?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3777728269995073987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-kids-are-driving-me-crazy-and-so-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3777728269995073987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3777728269995073987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-kids-are-driving-me-crazy-and-so-is.html' title='My kids are driving me crazy!  - And so is everyone else!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-891325862969908601</id><published>2010-07-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:21:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK! So I have let it sit for a week and a half and I have controlled my anger a bit! But it has been hard to keep my mouth shut. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;Sam's birthday was last week. He turned 2! And I know that some people don't think it's a big deal, but I think ALL birthdays are special. We planned his party for a Sunday afternoon at my mother in law's house (she has a pool). Now here comes the part where I get mad. I have 3 sisters and Chad has 2 brothers, do you think they showed up or even called to wish him a Happy Birthday (well, Cissy did) I know that they must have had pressing engagements that could not have been avoided. (They better have) I know I shouldn't have been hurt by and Sam probably won't remember it but, I make sure I am at every birthday party that I'm invited to. And I know that you can't tell how angry I was (am) by what I am writing, but I thought I would cry that night, in fact I probably shed a few tears. Treat others as you would like to be treated, well do they want me to skip their kids' birthday parties, etc? Well, I'm not like that, if I'm invited then I will be there unless there is something that can't be avoided (like a death, sick child etc)&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and I loved celebrating my son's 2nd birthday! Even though some very important people were absent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-891325862969908601?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/891325862969908601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-so-i-have-let-it-sit-for-week-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/891325862969908601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/891325862969908601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-so-i-have-let-it-sit-for-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-7423985514604299316</id><published>2010-07-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:16:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby turns 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TESkVaEAKPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y9sqIWYt41A/s1600/Samuel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TESkVaEAKPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y9sqIWYt41A/s400/Samuel-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495698132979165426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel David Boswell is 2 years old as of 12:11 a.m. this morning! Wow! Sometimes it seems he has always been apart of our lives and then sometimes it seems as if it was just yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. He brings so much joy into our lives everyday! Now, don't misunderstand me: He is a handful and a half. He is always getting into something. Chad comes home often and asks me "What did you do today?" And many times I just want to scream. He doesn't understand that every time I turn around Sam is into something else. The other day he attempted to hang from the curtains by his teeth, he succeeded in ripping the curtain. Gotta love him! I thank God every day for Sam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-7423985514604299316?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7423985514604299316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-baby-turns-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7423985514604299316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7423985514604299316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-baby-turns-2.html' title='My baby turns 2'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/TESkVaEAKPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/y9sqIWYt41A/s72-c/Samuel-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-2409887574258105625</id><published>2010-07-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:26:22.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell?</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I experienced something I can honestly say I have never experienced before. My cousins' father passed away. Now, I have been around many people who have died and that is not my new experience. What was so different was that he didn't believe in God, Heaven, the devil or Hell. I have been struggling with it because it scares me. Everyone that I have know that has passed away has been a believer. I know what the Bible says and I believe it. But the thought of someone that I have meet (didn't know him) spending eternity in Hell really bothers me. No matter how hard my cousins tried to get him to accept Christ as his Lord and Savior, he refused. He continued to say there was no such thing. I am praying for my cousins because they are hurting so bad, not only because they have lost their father but because they know they will never see him again. I lost my father almost 6 years ago and it hurts so bad to miss him, but I know I will see him when the Lord calls me home. To know that you will never again see your father must hurt so bad. I pray for my cousins and hope they are able to find peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-2409887574258105625?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2409887574258105625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven-or-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2409887574258105625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2409887574258105625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/heaven-or-hell.html' title='Heaven or Hell?'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-7124493218018271384</id><published>2010-07-13T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:42:54.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of Day Camp</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday was the first day of day camp. (an all day VBS type camp held at our church's youth camp in Concord) I sent Joshua and Sarah and they were both excited. Joshua made a new friend, Will. It's weird how I went to Day Camp with his friends mom. They seemed to have a great day even though it rained. Sarah passed her swim test. She was the only one in her class to pass it! I am so proud of her, swimming at Grandma and Grandpa G's really has paid off! She was so excited to show me her wrist band (they have to wear them so that the lifeguards know they passed the test! Can't wait to see what else they get into!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-7124493218018271384?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/7124493218018271384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-of-day-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7124493218018271384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/7124493218018271384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-day-of-day-camp.html' title='1st day of Day Camp'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-163970180703426262</id><published>2010-07-12T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:16:36.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tounges A Wagging</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, Chad and I visited a different church. We enjoyed the experience and do not regret going. But that does NOT mean that we are leaving Fairview Christian. As I arrived to drop off my kids this morning I had 6 different people ask me if we were leaving the church. We almost never miss church. Over the past 2 years we have missed maybe 4 Sundays and one of those was the day after Sam was born. Maybe next time you miss a Sunday to go on vacation or just didn't want to come I will assume that you have left the church and start rumors about that.  No I won't, because  I will get the correct information first! So many people talk with out getting the correct information, I don't care who you hear it from, if it's not from my mouth don't believe it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-163970180703426262?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/163970180703426262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/tounges-wagging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/163970180703426262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/163970180703426262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/tounges-wagging.html' title='Tounges A Wagging'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-8925957681575093918</id><published>2010-07-11T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:10:57.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I am Back!</title><content type='html'>Yes I know, I haven't blogged since February! So much has happened, I don't really know where to start. So here is a quick run down. Sarah turned 6 on April 3, Joshua turned 9 on April 23rd and Easter was a blast. Sam was scared of the Easter Bunny, and everything else that is dressed up. Baseball started up again and we won 10 anytime tickets to the Hillcats. Relay happened in June and was awesome. I never realized how exhausting being on the committee could be, but I don't regret any of it. It was an awesome event and I am very proud of all of the Lynchburg Teams who raised so much money. I want a cure and I want it soon! Joshua and Sarah both finished off the school year with honor roll and Joshua rocked his SOL's passing all of them and getting a 600 (perfect) on one of them. Sarah went to Girl Scout Camp and fell in love with it, just like I did as a child!&lt;br /&gt;Chad and I are doing great. I am so blessed to have found such an amazing man who cares for and loves me as much as he does. I know I drive him crazy sometimes but he sticks by me and encourages me everyday. &lt;br /&gt;I am continually working on my relationship with God. The devil is trying to get me and has jumped practically in my face, has used people that I respected and loved and has not gotten me yet! PRAISE GOD! God is Good! I looked forward to these next few months as God shows me where He wants me to be and what He wants me to do. Hopefully I will get the message! Only by His Grace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-8925957681575093918?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8925957681575093918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8925957681575093918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8925957681575093918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-i-am-back.html' title='Well I am Back!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-5120980455065708342</id><published>2010-02-19T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:10:10.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Raise Gving Children</title><content type='html'>Well! I honestly have no idea! Our minister's message on Sunday was about how a child doesn't like to give up any of their toys or clothes and eventually how that mindset stays with us as we grow up. And I know this happens to many people. Some kids are just not giving. I don't think it comes down to anything parents do, well it might, I just didn't do anything. I have 3 very wonderful children. Joshua and Sarah are very empathic. (Sam is too young). From the time Joshua was around 2 he has shared. Which is a pretty amazing thing for a toddler. He gives randomly at with out being asked to. Just like last year when instead of asking for gifts for his birthday, he wanted to have people donate to his Relay For Life goal. Don't mean to brag on him. It took a little longer for the empathy thing to hit home with Sarah, but when it hit , IT HIT. Just the other week during the Haiti telethon, Sarah was so moved that she went to her room and started putting a lot of her stuff in bags for us to send to the little girls that lived in Haiti.  Both joshua and Sarah continue to do things for others. They hold doors for people, they give what they have to help others, what more could a mother ask for. I pray that as Sam grows up he learns from his big brother and big sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-5120980455065708342?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5120980455065708342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-raise-gving-children.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5120980455065708342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5120980455065708342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-raise-gving-children.html' title='How to Raise Gving Children'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-6018638789942354669</id><published>2010-02-18T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:11:12.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new post FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>Oh My Gosh! I haven't blogged since November! Well, what a roller coaster ride these last few months have been. Some of the good things I will include and try to leave out the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chad got a job! He started at Stay In Touch, INC in mid January. He is the web designer for the company. Over the past 2 weeks he has gotten 2 more part time jobs. So right now he actually has 4 jobs! He has been such a great provider and continues to be. It was a hard time but we continued to trust the Lord and He saw us through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanksgiving and Christmas were great. We helped at the church to feed many people less fortunate than us on Thanksgiving. I think the kids really enjoy helping others. By seeing them show their ability to give and share just makes me feel great.  Christmas is always great. Busy but great. Christmas Eve was spent with Chad's father and his wife Rosie (PawPaw and MeMaw) followed by Christmas Eve Candle Light service at 11 pm at church. The crowd was small but it was such a meaningful service! Cissy's boyfriend came in so Christmas Eve he helped out with putting the presents under the tree. Of course while we were clearing under the tree to have enough room for Santa's presents, the tree stand broke and fell on top of me. It was quite memorable. Christmas morning was chaotic. Chad's mom and stepdad (Grandma and Grandpa G) joined us for Santa time. So all together we has 10 people in the living room  opening presents.  After that we went to Chad's Granny's house for Christmas Breakfast and more presents. Came back home and had lunch. Ryan picked up Joshua and Sarah and we laid Sam down for a nap and we took a  nap as well.  We went to my cousin Stacy's house for dinner. We sure did eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2010 started off great! And so far has continued to be. A lot has gone on in the world and community and we have prayed so much for lost lives and hurting people. The earthquake in Haiti had a tremendous effect on the entire family. Joshua and Sarah have been collecting money at their school and Sarah wept  many times when she saw the devastation. When less than a week later the shootings in Appomattox happened, it hit home to so many. We have close friends who live in Appomattox very close to where all this was happening. This scared little Sarah, when she found out it was very close to where Sarah Jones lives she broke down, worried for her friends and scared for her own life. (we were never in danger) We continue to pray for all the families who have been affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The SNOW! well it was beautiful but Enough Already!  The kids enjoyed the snow and Sarah got her picture on WSET with her Relay For Life Snowman we built.  They missed almost 2 weeks from school and they were happy to get back to their friends and their routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I've gotten you caught up I can stop. I plan on being back again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-6018638789942354669?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6018638789942354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-post-finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6018638789942354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6018638789942354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-post-finally.html' title='A new post FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-1210150840779317714</id><published>2009-11-12T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:16:51.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>Well, some of you know and some of you don't but Chad lost his job on Friday. It was a total shock. He was informed that there would be cutbacks but we didn't think he would be one of the ones to go! (Honestly I am a little glad he no longer works there) So our weekend was filled with insecurities (mine) and thoughts on the future (his). I worry about insurance, being diabetic causes many problems when it comes to insurance. Chad has been working on his resume and looking for jobs. All the while totally disrupting my schedule of how I work (I know this might sound mean but I truly think he might drive me NUTS). Chad has some prospects about side work that could keep us from drowning. Today he went back to his now former office and collected his things and picked up his last check. I feel sad for him, he worked for them for a long time and has some good friends there, it has to be hard on him, but of course he doesn't show it. My faith has been wavering this week, but now I feel that it is stronger. I have faith that God has a purpose for all of this and that He will see us through!&lt;br /&gt;I will praise Him in the storm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-1210150840779317714?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/1210150840779317714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/1210150840779317714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/1210150840779317714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-371015915370140859</id><published>2009-09-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:11:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Date 9/27</title><content type='html'>Great Date number 2 was great. We got free bowling coupons and used them tonight. Neither Chad or I had bowled in over 12 years so I'm sure they were laughing at our scores up at the counter. But I am happy to say that I beat Chad 67 to 58. I know, it's sad. And if my sister Cyndi is reading this, I'm sure she is probably embarrassed for me. But we had a great time and really enjoyed being with each other. After we went bowling we went to Golden Corral. We ate too much and then went back to pick up the kids. I'm really happy with the way our church is now now. I know we are far from where we have been and far from where we will be. I am loving our focus on love this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-371015915370140859?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/371015915370140859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-date-927.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/371015915370140859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/371015915370140859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-date-927.html' title='Great Date 9/27'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-4102589312470981848</id><published>2009-09-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:10:17.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>I got inspired to do this, so when I feel sad or like life isn't treating me right (I hve no right to feel this way) I can take a look at these a remember God gave me so many things to be happy about, even if it's just the small things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baking ~ cookies, cakes anything sweet&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching babies sleep ~ especially mine&lt;br /&gt;3. Good Deals at the Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;4. Classic Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;5. Dirty Dancing (Favorite movie of all time)&lt;br /&gt;6. NetFlix&lt;br /&gt;7. Watching Sam walk&lt;br /&gt;8. A new book&lt;br /&gt;9. Marching Bands&lt;br /&gt;10. 24/7 Praise Team&lt;br /&gt;11. Swimming&lt;br /&gt;12. Fridays&lt;br /&gt;13. FaceBook&lt;br /&gt;14. Holding hands with my husband&lt;br /&gt;15. Fall&lt;br /&gt;16. Planning birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;17. Planning any parties&lt;br /&gt;18. Relay for Life&lt;br /&gt;19. Fairview Christian Church&lt;br /&gt;20. Craig Springs&lt;br /&gt;21. Camp fires&lt;br /&gt;22. The smell of an old book&lt;br /&gt;23. watching a movie with the kids&lt;br /&gt;24. Christmas Morning&lt;br /&gt;25. Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;26. Spring&lt;br /&gt;27. Surprises (good ones)&lt;br /&gt;28. Family games&lt;br /&gt;29. A friend who shares my sarcastic views and understands them&lt;br /&gt;30. Friends I've know since preschool&lt;br /&gt;31. Watching my husband play Call of Duty 4 (even though I tell him I hate it, I love listening to him when something doesn't go the way  he wants it to) "It's just a game"&lt;br /&gt;32. Learning something new&lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with my girls&lt;br /&gt;34. Scrap Booking&lt;br /&gt;35. Pipe cleaners&lt;br /&gt;36. October (Birthday and anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;37. Bubble Baths&lt;br /&gt;38. Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;39. The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air&lt;br /&gt;40. A new camera (well it would make me smile if I had one)&lt;br /&gt;41. Oreo&lt;br /&gt;42. Eating lunch with Joshua and Sarah at school&lt;br /&gt;43. Nap time&lt;br /&gt;44. Fresh clean laundry&lt;br /&gt;45. When the kids say something to me that I wasn't expecting at all&lt;br /&gt;46. Letters in the mail (not bills)&lt;br /&gt;47. Looking through Chad's artwork&lt;br /&gt;48. Word finds&lt;br /&gt;49. Twilight&lt;br /&gt;50. Curls on babies&lt;br /&gt;51. "Special Lunches" with Chad&lt;br /&gt;52. Playing dress up with Sarah&lt;br /&gt;53. Twister&lt;br /&gt;54. Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;55. Dressing up and going out&lt;br /&gt;56. Dressing down and staying in&lt;br /&gt;57. Regional Assembly&lt;br /&gt;58. My close friends&lt;br /&gt;59. Cookouts&lt;br /&gt;60. The Disciple Women&lt;br /&gt;61. Sheila Bread&lt;br /&gt;62. Planning&lt;br /&gt;63. Getting IM's&lt;br /&gt;64. Baseball&lt;br /&gt;65. Watching my kids play sports&lt;br /&gt;66. Falling more in love with Chad every day!&lt;br /&gt;67. Watching my sister fall in love&lt;br /&gt;68. Weddings - they make me cry too&lt;br /&gt;69. Helping people&lt;br /&gt;70. Yard Sales&lt;br /&gt;71. Office supplies&lt;br /&gt;72. Finding money&lt;br /&gt;73. Rachel Ray&lt;br /&gt;74. Taking Pictures&lt;br /&gt;75.Thinking about my Grandma&lt;br /&gt;76. Thinking about my Daddy&lt;br /&gt;77. Canned air, it's just fun&lt;br /&gt;78. Finding out Joshua has his first real crush, Sarah Jones doesn't count&lt;br /&gt;79. A five year old's secrets&lt;br /&gt;80. Meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;81. Re-meeting people I've met before but haven't seen in a long time&lt;br /&gt;82. Camp Friends&lt;br /&gt;83. Baby Shark&lt;br /&gt;84. Dancing with my husband&lt;br /&gt;85. Embarrassing my husband and kids when I dance in the aisles of the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;86. My In-Laws ~ They are pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;87. My sisters&lt;br /&gt;88. Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;89. Diet Dr Pepper&lt;br /&gt;90. New Babies&lt;br /&gt;91. Old people&lt;br /&gt;92. Listening to my kids say their prayers&lt;br /&gt;93. Just because gifts&lt;br /&gt;94. Pampered Chef, Princess House Parties&lt;br /&gt;95. Joshua&lt;br /&gt;96. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;97. Sam&lt;br /&gt;98. Chad&lt;br /&gt;99. Love&lt;br /&gt;100. Knowing that God will meet my needs, what He knows I need, not what I want&lt;br /&gt;101. Feeling safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-4102589312470981848?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/4102589312470981848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/101-things-that-make-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/4102589312470981848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/4102589312470981848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/101-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='101 Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-8051214310369947534</id><published>2009-09-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:56:33.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Great Dates</title><content type='html'>Our church is doing a great program on Sunday evenings called 10 Great Dates. They have programs for kids ages 0-18, and then you go on a date with your spouse. It's great. I'm so excited about it. Over the next 10 weeks Chad and I are going on a date! Without the kids! It's all about revitalizing your marriage. Now, we have only been married for around 22 months but we will take advantage of it. Josh, our leader, wants us to go on dates like we did in high school. And we will try it. Tonight we only went to Arby's and had a little dinner cause we didn't have much time. But we talked about our first impressions of each other when we met 3 years ago and when we knew we were in love. I asked him if he could remember our first date, he did. It was really sweet. I look forward to our next Great Date. I'll let you know what we do next week - next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-8051214310369947534?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8051214310369947534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-great-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8051214310369947534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8051214310369947534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-great-dates.html' title='10 Great Dates'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-5364328842814434019</id><published>2009-09-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:21:41.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrVLUrdZqgI/AAAAAAAAADI/iNfXfyJ_fvY/s1600-h/DSCN3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrVLUrdZqgI/AAAAAAAAADI/iNfXfyJ_fvY/s400/DSCN3442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383291748226804226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrVKerHF53I/AAAAAAAAADA/CmNG3fWzm_Y/s1600-h/DSCN3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrVKerHF53I/AAAAAAAAADA/CmNG3fWzm_Y/s400/DSCN3645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383290820420298610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Joshua and Sarah are playing soccer through TRBC this fall. I am so happy with their sports program. Aaron is a wonderful sports director for the children's ministry there. Every game they have devotions and each team prays before the start of the game and at the end. Teaching the basics of the game so that they learn the game in a good christian environment. They both are doing so well, it's not as easy as they thought. And it isn't as easy for me to be  sitting on the sidelines while their coaches tell them what to do. Chad fusses at me more than one during their games, to be quiet and let the coaches do their jobs. Today, Sarah dind't want to play cause it was cold and her coach let her sit out for the first few minutes, then he made a point of telling her how much he needed her, which of course made her want to play and she played for the rest of the game. Joshua loves soccer and is excited to play, even if he isn't the best player he is always ready to do what ever is asked of him. He loves the idea of being on a team even if he doesn't always know everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-5364328842814434019?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/5364328842814434019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-soccer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5364328842814434019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/5364328842814434019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/soccer-soccer.html' title='Soccer Soccer'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrVLUrdZqgI/AAAAAAAAADI/iNfXfyJ_fvY/s72-c/DSCN3442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-2186808633388816747</id><published>2009-09-17T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:34:11.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of What I Am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrKc52aknCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RIRzhbgrZ8U/s1600-h/DSCN3236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrKc52aknCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RIRzhbgrZ8U/s400/DSCN3236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382537022334606370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always talking about being proud of what they are, weather it is a doctor, teacher, actor or the garbage man. Well I'm proud that I am a Stay at Home Mom! I absolutely hate it when someone asks what I do for a living and I tell them. And what do they say?  "Oh, that's nice." or "So you are unemployed?" and my favorite "What does your husband do? He must make good money."  And it's always said in the tone of voice I use when something terrible has happened such as a death, or job loss or cancer has invaded someone's life.  Just to get a couple of things straight. I made the choice to be a stay at home mother. I enjoy it (most days).  It isn't easy and we struggle to pay bills and make ends meet. But as a family it is the best thing for us.  I am a frequent shopper at discount stores and the Goodwill, and I clip coupons. There is no way I could afford not to. I know that if I went back to work I could afford a little more luxury than I do now.  And maybe buy stuff we don't need but want. And I'm tempted every once in a while, when my friends get a new car, or new furniture for their house or even a new pair of shoes or a new purse. But then I remember my 3 children and think about being able to watch them get off of the bus every afternoon, and watching them make a goal in soccer and watching my youngest nap and I know that I made the right choice. I am a stay at home mom and I AM PROUD!&lt;br /&gt;**This is not a jab at any of you wonderful working moms. I know you work hard and your choice is what is best for you.  As is mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-2186808633388816747?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/2186808633388816747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud-of-what-i-am.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2186808633388816747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/2186808633388816747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/09/proud-of-what-i-am.html' title='Proud of What I Am!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SrKc52aknCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RIRzhbgrZ8U/s72-c/DSCN3236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-229586638938456531</id><published>2009-08-23T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:58:25.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow my little girl heads off to her first full day of kindergarten. She is so excited and I am as well. It seems like she is still too young to go to school, like just yesterday I was holding her in my arms and watching her sleep (which I still do with all of my kids). I just finished reading her a couple of stories "The Night Before Kindergarten" and "The Kissing Hand" and I'm not ashamed to say that I got teared up while reading them and Sarah actually asked me if I was OK. I should be an old pro at this, I put Joshua on the bus for the first time 4 years ago and I cried like a baby then too, so I'm ready for the water works tomorrow. Everything should run smoothly tomorrow morning, we have our book bags by the door which are over flowing with school supplies, the clothes are laid out, alarms set. I don't know what else we could have done. I even started getting the kids up early last week so it wouldn't be a shock come Monday morning. We should be ready. But tomorrow is another day and I may be prepared physically but I know I'm not prepared emotionally. I have a feeling that Chad may get a little teary eyed as well, we will see. Well i better get to bed the kids want a big breakfast tomorrow morning and I guess I will try my best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-229586638938456531?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/229586638938456531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/twas-night-before-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/229586638938456531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/229586638938456531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/twas-night-before-kindergarten.html' title='Twas the Night Before Kindergarten'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-6067026415831399122</id><published>2009-08-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:39:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoXmGhG7KDI/AAAAAAAAACw/vtvyRkvOZe0/s1600-h/DSCN3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoXmGhG7KDI/AAAAAAAAACw/vtvyRkvOZe0/s320/DSCN3118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951130350200882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I went to pick up Joshua from camp today and was so happy. I couldn't wait to see Joshua, he went away to camp last year but I missed him bunches this time. As we were leaving camp and pulling on to the road, Joshua said "Mommy, I almost cried when I had to leave." I couldn't help but think back to all the times I cried as I was leaving camp. And I missed it all year and counted down to when I got to go back to camp. He later told me after we got home that I had made him go to camp, so I told him he didn't have to go next year and he was very quick to say  "No, mom! I want to go!" As I'm writing this I'm grinning, not just smiling but grinning, because Craig Springs means so much to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-6067026415831399122?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/6067026415831399122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaving-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6067026415831399122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/6067026415831399122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaving-camp.html' title='Leaving Camp'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoXmGhG7KDI/AAAAAAAAACw/vtvyRkvOZe0/s72-c/DSCN3118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-685229174275308950</id><published>2009-08-13T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:12:09.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My shadow</title><content type='html'>SO Joshua is away at camp this week. I miss him a bunch but not near as much as Sarah and Sam. Sam keeps crawling down the hall to see where his big brother is and when he gets to Joshua's room he looks up at me with sad puppy dog eyes. But Sarah is an entirely different story, she doesn't know what to do with her self. She follows me around like she is lost and needs to follow someone to find her way. I can't do anything by myself: she stands out in the hall while I use the bathroom, she follows me downstairs to do laundry, she is constantly asking me to do something for her "Mom, can I have some water" "Mom, can you play dress up with me" Mom, can you take me somewhere" I love my daughter but I can't wait to pick Joshua up tomorrow, I might actually be able to go to the bathroom in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-685229174275308950?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/685229174275308950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/685229174275308950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/685229174275308950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-shadow.html' title='My shadow'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-8287676046737267243</id><published>2009-08-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:34:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoGrp_2IvbI/AAAAAAAAACo/wxR1_f2g6fE/s1600-h/spring+house+copy+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoGrp_2IvbI/AAAAAAAAACo/wxR1_f2g6fE/s320/spring+house+copy+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368760968803827122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I dropped Joshua off at New Covenant Camp at Craig Springs. He went last year and loved it. I love the fact that Joshua is falling in love with camp, just like i did. I have so many great memories of going to camp and so many friends that will always be special to me. I attended New Covenant Camp in '89 and '90. I was one of the first campers at New Covenant. So I guess this year is the 20th anniversary of that particular camp. WOW, it doesn't seem 20 years ago, but then again it seems a lifetime ago. I pray that Joshua will learn from his new friends and grow in Christ like I did 20 years ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-8287676046737267243?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/8287676046737267243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/craig-springs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8287676046737267243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/8287676046737267243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/craig-springs.html' title='Craig Springs'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoGrp_2IvbI/AAAAAAAAACo/wxR1_f2g6fE/s72-c/spring+house+copy+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-941494475999025879</id><published>2009-08-10T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:44:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby shower, and a wedding in one day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoCPryy4T-I/AAAAAAAAACY/E3bhp6wWsSw/s1600-h/DSCN2910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoCPryy4T-I/AAAAAAAAACY/E3bhp6wWsSw/s320/DSCN2910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368448738357956578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Saturday was a day! (duh of course it was but it was a busy one to say the least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1 o'clock on Saturday I went to a baby shower for an old friend of mine. It's sad that we have grown apart over the years, she was my best friend in high school and thinking back to that time I never thought we would be anything but best friends. But times change and people grow apart. She is pregnant with her first baby. She had a terrible miscarriage last year and I really wish I could have been there for her. I did the only thing I knew to do and I prayed for her. I had a miscarriage before Joshua was born and it was the hardest thing I had ever experienced, I just remembered how much I had needed prayer so I sent mine up for her. Another one of our close friends was there as well. So we had our picture taken together. It was a great party. I pray that Kristi will have  healthy baby girl, she deserves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 o'clock I went to my friend's son's wedding. It was a beautiful  wedding and fun reception. I love weddings and seeing two people commit themselves to each other is so moving! Following the wedding a reception was held downtown at The Ballroom. Everything was wonderful and my best to Mr and Mrs Daniel Riley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoCRRhpeuCI/AAAAAAAAACg/A78aIJGQiMc/s1600-h/DSCN2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoCRRhpeuCI/AAAAAAAAACg/A78aIJGQiMc/s320/DSCN2985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368450486101784610" 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/2552506458022245157-941494475999025879?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/941494475999025879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-shower-and-wedding-in-one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/941494475999025879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/941494475999025879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-shower-and-wedding-in-one-day.html' title='A baby shower, and a wedding in one day!'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/SoCPryy4T-I/AAAAAAAAACY/E3bhp6wWsSw/s72-c/DSCN2910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2552506458022245157.post-3424178200760425202</id><published>2009-08-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:02:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog</title><content type='html'>Well it's official, I have a blog. Not that anyone will read it but at least it will give me somewhere to put my rants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot going on right now. Today is August 10th, a special day in my house. 3  years ago today I met my wonderful husband, 2 years ago he asked me to marry him, and one year ago we had our son dedicated. So to my wonderful husband ~ Happy Anniversary! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2552506458022245157-3424178200760425202?l=ntboswell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/feeds/3424178200760425202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3424178200760425202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2552506458022245157/posts/default/3424178200760425202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ntboswell.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My first Blog'/><author><name>Nannette Boswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03093440026146487631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xb4VqxLd1s/THwIDjs5urI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hBvyn2tChKY/S220/IMG_3584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
