<?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-9160345575876167880</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:24:04.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mals Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-3126809258709942551</id><published>2011-09-30T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:24:04.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BFF, just skinnier</title><content type='html'>Just clearing my mind.. Super super proud of my BFF Bobbie Joe. She had gastric bypass a few months ago and is looking GREAT. Her dedication through this process has been out of this world. It wasn't easy for her. We have both been the same size since Elementary School. Her weight has been an issue with her for years now. She is such a beautiful women and with or without her weight problem and I have always thought that.&lt;br /&gt;She did this for her and she is proud of herself too. It took alot of guts and courage to do what she did. She has inspired me to lose this weight and look and feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to do the surgery but I will excercise and eat better. She can't be hott and me not!&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bobbie.....you are an awesome friend. You have been with me through everything in my life and I am greatful for that. I couldn't make it without you!&lt;br /&gt;God put you in my life and we will always be BFF's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-3126809258709942551?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/3126809258709942551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-bff-just-skinnier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/3126809258709942551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/3126809258709942551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-bff-just-skinnier.html' title='My BFF, just skinnier'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-7245096971655591990</id><published>2011-09-28T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:55:28.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember it being this bad</title><content type='html'>My daughter is now in 2nd grade. I never in a million years thought 2nd grade would be so difficult. Homework every single night...she does give them a break on Fridays. I am not a happy person during the week knowing we have 2 hours of homework to do and neither is my poor child.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember it ever being so much homework when i was little.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired just thinking about what's waiting at home tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-7245096971655591990?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/7245096971655591990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-remember-it-being-this-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7245096971655591990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7245096971655591990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-remember-it-being-this-bad.html' title='I don&apos;t remember it being this bad'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-1544631292627639379</id><published>2011-09-14T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:05:38.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family, speak for not to speak.</title><content type='html'>You know, I remember being a teenager. I also remember how difficult it was. We have a large family, lots and lots of neices and nephews!&lt;br /&gt;The ages range from 1 yrs old to 33.....it's pretty wild!&lt;br /&gt;We have realized that we, as Aunts, cannot control them. We haven't tried to control them, just guide them. I figured that was one of my repsonisibilities as an Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;My 13 yr old neice decided to curse on FB alot this past year........13!!&lt;br /&gt;So, my sister(not the mom) and I thought that we would correct her and ask her to please stop, not only is it embarrassing to us, it can also hurt her in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;The last time we confronted her with it, she said it was "her facebook and she should be albe to express herself as she pleases". No support from her mom, which makes even more difficult for us. Mom thinks it's good that she expresses herself...Expressing oneself is great, but when you talk bad about someone else and curse and putting your business out for everyone to see is not!&lt;br /&gt;So she deletes us (family) and keeps her old FB, creates a new FB and requests us to be her friends.......NOT!&lt;br /&gt;We are not stupid..&lt;br /&gt;So, from here on out, we will keep our mouths closed, no longer worrying about what they do. we will focus on our own immediate family and no one elses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-1544631292627639379?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/1544631292627639379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-speak-for-not-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/1544631292627639379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/1544631292627639379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/family-speak-for-not-to-speak.html' title='family, speak for not to speak.'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-8568991649233602855</id><published>2011-09-08T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:21:44.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of my...IDEA'S!</title><content type='html'>I really want to try writing a book.......Not sure how to even start. Someone told me to start jotting down thoughts as much as possible and eventually put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea of what I want to write ABOUT just not sure how to even begin.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can give me guidence I would be greatful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-8568991649233602855?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/8568991649233602855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-one-of-myideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/8568991649233602855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/8568991649233602855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-one-of-myideas.html' title='Another one of my...IDEA&apos;S!'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-3844382228579974320</id><published>2011-09-01T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:10:36.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geeeez.....I just found my password for my blog!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Are my peeps still out there?? Mandy...Rhonda...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-3844382228579974320?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/3844382228579974320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/geeeez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/3844382228579974320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/3844382228579974320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2011/09/geeeez.html' title=''/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-7477359837828072130</id><published>2009-04-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:20:57.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel aweful! I haven't posted in over 2 weeks nor have I commented/read any postings.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;It has been really busy these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, my side kick at work, Kim, became very ill and admitted into the hospital..I worked double time and was beat.&lt;br /&gt;She is better! I realized while she was out how great she is and such an asset to our office. I had to re-learn all I trained her..weird.&lt;br /&gt;Last week some friends of ours that once lived across the street came to visit, Daniel, Amber and Emma Hamby.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was the very busy  State Trooper for NHC last year. His wife Amber and I became very close while they lived here and Emma (5) and Mallory were BFF's.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sad when they moved and we ALL cried.&lt;br /&gt;Mallory knew that they were coming b/c we had talked about it several weeks ago but she had forgotten...So when Emma walked thru the door, she called out "Mal Mal"!! (she used to call Mallory) and Mallory was in her room. Her eyes lite up and she looked at me and said, "Who was dat"? I, of course, said that I didn't know....She got up and peeped around the corner and saw Emma, took off, and wrapped her little arms around her....It was so precious and brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Mallory talks about Emma at least 3 times a week, especially when we are outside and she can see the house they once lived in.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with them Thurs and Friday...they played so well together.&lt;br /&gt;Amber and I were able to sneak away and get our Nails done and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Darleen and I have been practicing a little bit for our Non-Talent show that we were talked into doing for Relay for Life....OMG! This is so crazy!.We will look like idiots Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;She hurt her neck as we were practicing and can't get it straight...just pulled a muscle...I told her NO EXCUSES!&lt;br /&gt;Glad that it will be a pretty weekend.........bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-7477359837828072130?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/7477359837828072130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-aweful-i-havent-posted-in-over-2.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7477359837828072130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7477359837828072130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-aweful-i-havent-posted-in-over-2.html' title=''/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-2808998758834637010</id><published>2009-04-09T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:21:43.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>April 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;  @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chowan&lt;/span&gt; College in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Murfreesboro&lt;/span&gt; Relay for Life will be held.&lt;br /&gt;I have two very special friends that are currently in remission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Vinson was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dx&lt;/span&gt; with breast cancer when her daughter, Katie Lee, was 3 months. Sharon had a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mastectomy&lt;/span&gt; and today, 5 years later, is doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy Brinkley was dx with colon cancer @ age 25 and again @ age 26. She has had 2 major surgeries and her last report was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were going thru this at the same exact time. I stayed positive and I thank God they are both here with me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darleen (sister) and I have been asked to be a member of the Relay for Life Team, Cheryls Girls.&lt;br /&gt;In memory of Cheryl Coley.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Darleen and I were asked to do the entertainment for their group.&lt;br /&gt;We have beat our heads on this one...not sure what to do as the talent. We have had lots of suggestions and of course SHOOP was many of the suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Vinson has requested that we do Shoop in dedication to her and Christy...Soooo, Saturday morning @ Relay, Darleen and I will be performing Shoop on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how yet but we will be doing it. The only problem is...Cheryl's Girls have NEVER lost the talent competition and now this is on our shoulders..GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-2808998758834637010?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/2808998758834637010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/relay-for-life.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2808998758834637010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2808998758834637010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-6898084217118044543</id><published>2009-04-06T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:37:07.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging boo boo's</title><content type='html'>OK...I have some questions b/c I am very confused about Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mandy has tried helping and I think I have confused her too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do I have to sign on everytime I type in my &lt;a href="http://www.bjflythe.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.bjflythe.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I thought it would automatically take me to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How can I locate my sister up here? She is blogging but I can't find her?&lt;br /&gt;She tried looking at mine but all she could get to was my About Me page...and there she shows as one of my followers but when I click on her it just shows that she is a follower of me but that's it. No where there for me to open her site!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just getting fustrated and need some help.&lt;br /&gt;Any help would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-6898084217118044543?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/6898084217118044543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-boo-boos.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/6898084217118044543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/6898084217118044543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-boo-boos.html' title='blogging boo boo&apos;s'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-7104555766352258804</id><published>2009-04-03T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:42:21.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it to 10 years baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdaslNXAhfI/AAAAAAAAADE/PpyqP1LiL14/s1600-h/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320629765026121202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdaslNXAhfI/AAAAAAAAADE/PpyqP1LiL14/s200/44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to let everyone know that my husband, Stevie and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary today. We were married in Lasker Baptist Church April 3, 1999 which was Easter weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our wedding was very simple and that is all we wanted....all we could afford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have grown so much since then (both mentally and physically) and I am so blessed to have found him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 31, 1997 Stevie's friend called me (home...no cell then) and asked me out. I said No...sorry and he continued to ask....finally Stevie took the phone from him and we chatted for a minute and hung up. A little later Stevie called back and he wanted to let me know that he had nothing to do with his friend calling. Stevie and I knew one another prior to that night b/c he has dated a couple of my friends..He was always so nice but I never thought of him in that way. We chatted again for a bit and I told him that had to walk my best friend to her car b/c she was afraid of the dark....I took his number and called him back later that evening...We talked and talked...we talked for 10 hours that night and we both had to get up and go to work. It was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next night we went on our very first date. August 1, 1997 we went to the Watermelon Fest and met some friends there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell head over heels for him. We got along so well and we still do. Stevie and I are happy and I pray that our marriage will continue to stay strong. With God in our lives we will do just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of us 10 years ago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-7104555766352258804?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/7104555766352258804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-made-it-to-10-years-baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7104555766352258804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7104555766352258804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-made-it-to-10-years-baby.html' title='We made it to 10 years baby!!'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdaslNXAhfI/AAAAAAAAADE/PpyqP1LiL14/s72-c/44.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-186421189845582244</id><published>2009-04-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:20:41.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallorys Birthday Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQO2lS4SyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NPFkUZmvq84/s1600-h/march302009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319893390718421794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQO2lS4SyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NPFkUZmvq84/s320/march302009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as you all know, my now 5 year old daughter, Mallory had a birthday weekend with your ole Mom and Dad. I can't believe she is 5! Mallory Cate Flythe is the sweetest little girl and loves everyone. She sees good in all people and is very smart. When I FINALLY got pregnant I asked God every night to please bless us with a healthy child and if it wasn't too much to ask, a sweet one. My family always said that I would have a mean child b/c I was/am so mean. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has her moments but she is such a loving little girl. She always tells us how much she loves us. Mallory is such a blessing to Stevie and I and can't imagine a day without her. She starts school in August and realizing that we all will have a difficult time with that. I really need to get her involved in something before school. Does anyone know of a girl scout troop or something around here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to get to Deadwood on Friday night before the terrible storm hit and as we ate that wonderful food..we were able to watch the tornado warnings on the big screen....they were pretty close to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met my boss, Joyce and her husband Keith there and Mallory ate up every bit of attention she could. I could tell she was a little disappointed in the gift...She was looking forward to toys..but Joyce thought she would like a cute little summer/spring outfit. But she was polite and said thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gift shop had tons of Star Wars figures and ships...so she was able to enjoy ice cream and pick out another gift from us....She decided to get the X Wing...Luke Skywalker's ship for those of you not sure what I am talking about. (i am learning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made it to Greenville before the next storm hit and got a nice room and was able to relax...she played and we all hit the sack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning, we had breakfast at the Cracker Barrell and she enjoyed looking around the gift area there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picked Stevie up from the Hilton where he attended a Stores Online.Com seminar. Great idea by the way if you would be interested in selling online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mallory finally was able to get to the mall to the Wacker Bear store...She had already decided what she wanted so she went straight to it. She made a bunny in which she named BUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She helped the girl stuff it and did some little tricks to make the heart beat and placed it inside the bunny. Once you do that, you move on the computer where you enter information so you can recieve a Birth Certificate. It requires your mailing address and stuff, so Stevie and I were putting all of it together and she just thought that was awesome that we were "sharing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She chose a Snow White dress for BUNNY and two white hair bowes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The young lady that checked us out was extremely nice and told us about a KIDSFEST coming to Greenville April 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said it was all FREE and it's where businesses set up booths for advertisement...Each sponser has to have an activity. She said it was really fun for the kids...We are planning to attend so if anyone needs anymore info, just let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night we had a family b-day party and was able to get a Princess Leia cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was tickled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday while we were all away from home, her swing set was put up at the house. Stevie and I wanted to be home at the same time so we could both see her when she caught site of it in the yard...So I was somehow able to distract her when I drove up and waited for Stevie to get home...Her face was priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a busy weekend but it was worth every bit. She will only turn 5 once so we wanted to spend the weekend doing all the things she wanted to do...It was MALLORY WEEKEND...i know, cheesy but hey...to us it is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of the weekend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319893814524178242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQPPQGC70I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6jfb5sbcjzs/s320/march302009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319894302562982642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQPrqLkGvI/AAAAAAAAACY/0dR80QBYPwY/s320/march302009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319895477245155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQQwCNnmpI/AAAAAAAAACo/Bsh97RpVF5M/s320/march302009+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319894998411148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQQUKasfCI/AAAAAAAAACg/9IiTvpJzF68/s320/march302009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-186421189845582244?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/186421189845582244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/mallorys-birthday-weekend.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/186421189845582244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/186421189845582244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/04/mallorys-birthday-weekend.html' title='Mallorys Birthday Weekend...'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SdQO2lS4SyI/AAAAAAAAACI/NPFkUZmvq84/s72-c/march302009+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-4675524771070737742</id><published>2009-03-27T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:59:50.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby will be 5!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it..Mallory Cate Flythe will be 5 on Sunday March 29, 2009. For her birthday we will be leaving Friday evening for Williamston to eat at Deadwood..She loves Deadwood. We are meeting my boss and her husband there. Mallory really likes Joyce and Keith and wanted to do this so they were more than willing to meet us there.&lt;br /&gt;From Williamston, we will go to Greenville and stay the night. Stevie has an Online Business seminar Saturday morning in which he will be able to get some ideas and also get a free IPod...cool.&lt;br /&gt;Mallory has asked to go to the Build A Bear workshop in the mall...(another name, not sure)&lt;br /&gt;We plan to just focus on her and let her have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she will be  5! Time for another I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-4675524771070737742?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/4675524771070737742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-will-be-5.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/4675524771070737742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/4675524771070737742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby-will-be-5.html' title='My baby will be 5!'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-4816759537291407102</id><published>2009-03-22T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:08:54.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Meds Please</title><content type='html'>Decided Friday morning I would attempt to finally lay the bricks for a small patio @ my back door...well, all the bricks were put down and I was able to finish up around 4pm with a LITTLE help from Mallory. She was "tired" about the 3rd brick so I told her to just walk on them and that would help....she was able to do that for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Got the bricks down and not sure really what I was doing but I was told to lay them down as level as possible and go back over them with sand so it could settle in the cracks...well ain't soooo easy people.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, I was already sore when I finished and went on the Ms. Leah's 4th B-day party which was a HIT!! Donielle has 3 amazing little girls..She is a terrific mom and Jimmy is a terrific dad! They did a cool magic show which was very impressive! I can't get my child to leave my side to play for 5 minutes but all 3 of hers entertained everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the invite and I hope Leah likes the candy.&lt;br /&gt;*Back to the patio. The next morning needless to say I could barely get out of bed. I tiptoed around the house for awhile...popped a BC body pain and took off the RR to shop for somemore outdoor stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Talked my sister, Darleen, into loading up one of those clay fire pit thingies and left her to do it alone...i was checking out..She was thinking a man would offer to help her so she tugged at it a couple of times until she realized no one was volunteering, so she decided at that point that she was going to pick that thing up alone if she had to die doing it....She got it in the cart and rolled it up to us as if it was not a problem at all. Let me mention, she is ALOT smaller than me so this was really funny. I couldn't even bend to tie my shoes let alone help her pick this thing up, I was going to ask a Lowe's employee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ...yesterday was nothing compared to today. I can't even extend my legs all the way, when I walk I am doing it with my knees slightly bent.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED PAIN MEDS!! I hurt so bad. The sad part about it is...I am not even finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-4816759537291407102?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/4816759537291407102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/pain-meds-please.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/4816759537291407102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/4816759537291407102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/pain-meds-please.html' title='Pain Meds Please'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-7841485401858156524</id><published>2009-03-15T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:27:57.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of Home Makeover...Do I qualify?</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I am very blessed and we have a wonderful home and we have made many memories in this home but we are busting at the seams here!&lt;br /&gt;Due to the economy the chance of us selling this is home is zero to none. We tried about a year ago and had NO luck.&lt;br /&gt;It's a 2 bedroom, 1 bath house and we would like to expand our family so we either sell or add on. Not a big fan of Rich Square either...no offense to anyone reading this from Rich Square.&lt;br /&gt;*So, we began updating the house as much as possible and I am stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I have no decorating sense and need help.&lt;br /&gt;We have new carpet, new living room furniture but paint is BLAH and bedroom paint is BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;The yard is pretty big and has great potential but I have no idea what to do other than a vinyl fence to seperate the neighbors yard and ours.&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty bricks for the back yard to have a patio but have no idea how to do that....&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-7841485401858156524?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/7841485401858156524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-need-of-home-makeoverdo-i-qualify.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7841485401858156524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7841485401858156524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-need-of-home-makeoverdo-i-qualify.html' title='In need of Home Makeover...Do I qualify?'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-2532343318778113430</id><published>2009-03-15T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:18:14.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-2532343318778113430?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/2532343318778113430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2532343318778113430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2532343318778113430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-86089447401510210</id><published>2009-03-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:24:20.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoop!</title><content type='html'>I am trying to add my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shoop&lt;/span&gt; video...but first, let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;*First of all, I don't get out much these days so when my sister and I were able to break free from husbands and children for a night, we let loose.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greenville&lt;/span&gt; to meet 10 other ladies for a birthday party we were listening to the MP3 player and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shoop&lt;/span&gt; by Salt and Pepper came on...of course we began singing and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;**Realizing that my camera also recorded videos...we set it up on her dashboard and recorded ourselves just for the fun of it...not planning to post it.&lt;br /&gt;The other ladies laughed so hard and talked us into posting it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and my husband decided to post it on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;**Darleen doesn't know all of the words. Somehow I do. This song was popular when I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;You can notice when she doesn't know the words she starts doing weird dance movements and it trips me out! She is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; fun to hang around with and we both fight for attention everywhere we go...... when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I would do without her. We are the youngest of 5 children (i am the baby).&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I look in this video but I had to post it...Enjoy. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cec737089388dbeb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/86089447401510210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoop.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/86089447401510210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/86089447401510210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoop.html' title='Shoop!'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-7009601835836512214</id><published>2009-03-14T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:47:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat</title><content type='html'>Just to let you all know, my tire was not flat b/c of anything major...There was a nail in my tire so all we needed to do was PLUG IT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;Total cost $8&lt;br /&gt;Donielle...Stevie says you can pay us for that anytime...ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-7009601835836512214?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/7009601835836512214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/flat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7009601835836512214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/7009601835836512214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/flat.html' title='Flat'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-1291706643411202572</id><published>2009-03-14T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T07:15:22.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Blast March 09</title><content type='html'>Ladies...I had a great time and really enjoyed meeting all of you! I made all new friends and will look forward to another blogger blast!&lt;br /&gt;My sister posted a message on my facebook b/c I never told her what or where I was doing Friday night.."I want to be a blogger, ..I'm a blogger girl, In a Blogger world"&lt;br /&gt;So, next time, she may be joining us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned last night before I left that I MUST keep up the blogs or Judi will put out my flame/fire/torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post comments and not stalk and I promise to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Donielles right before midnight and my stinkin tire was flat..Thanks for taking me home girlfriend....Jimmy was tripping me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-1291706643411202572?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/1291706643411202572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogger-blast-march-09.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/1291706643411202572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/1291706643411202572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogger-blast-march-09.html' title='Blogger Blast March 09'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-2963726276410688850</id><published>2009-03-06T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:50:00.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Consignment</title><content type='html'>My dream is to open a Children's Consignment Shop in this area...Like Ahoskie or Roanoke Rapids...but I am SOOOOOOOOO scared.&lt;br /&gt;I know it can do well b/c that's the highest selling market...Children's Clothes &amp;amp; people today don't buy brand new clothes unless it's a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop, don't get me wrong and I love to buy Mallory sassy little outfits for going out and stuff but not everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;I also love children's consignment stores.&lt;br /&gt;**Instead of actually opening a STORE, I was thinking of having a huge consignment sell right before summer. What I was thinking was renting a huge bldg space and getting others to help with that and have booths or sections and selling clothes that they will no longer need/use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you are like me...Mommies like to buy for their children before them and I think it's an addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-2963726276410688850?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/2963726276410688850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/childrens-consignment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2963726276410688850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2963726276410688850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/childrens-consignment.html' title='Children&apos;s Consignment'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-2431122539431414509</id><published>2009-03-06T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:44:12.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a follower of Mandy.</title><content type='html'>Mandy, if you are reading this I have looked at your site/blog and I love it!! I am so jealous and I have lots to learn from you and Donielle.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know how to post a comment on your blog...HELP.&lt;br /&gt;I love the pics of your precious baby. You remind me of...ME.&lt;br /&gt;We do have lots in common so I can't wait to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;***I loved that you dreamed that you forgot to pick up your friend for the the Blogger Blast....you can tell you are really excited about the get-together b/c it's on your mind!&lt;br /&gt;I have weird dreams like that too.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how your head plays games with you like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-2431122539431414509?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/2431122539431414509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-follower-of-mandy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2431122539431414509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/2431122539431414509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-follower-of-mandy.html' title='I am a follower of Mandy.'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-5494241053149552996</id><published>2009-03-06T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:52:45.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have followers...sounds like a colt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; It's not even 7am and I finally get to blog somemore...I sign in and I see 6 followers..WOW! ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Thanks everyone for feedback and I am so excited to have some new friends! I would really love to meet everyone on the 13th...howeverrrrrrr, I have plans already. Home and Garden party of some sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9160345575876167880-5494241053149552996?l=bjflythe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/feeds/5494241053149552996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-followerssounds-like-colt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/5494241053149552996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9160345575876167880/posts/default/5494241053149552996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bjflythe.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-followerssounds-like-colt.html' title='I have followers...sounds like a colt.'/><author><name>BJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03058434648107894955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vrCFLTJ89s/SbELZlWr_HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BhTSieNZVBo/S220/feb142009+050.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9160345575876167880.post-1673374900513995953</id><published>2009-03-02T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:03:18.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always heard about blogging, now I am doing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK...This is my very first blog, so bare with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My name is Billie Jo and I am from NC!! Whoo Hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am a Physician Practice Asst. for an OB-Gyn office and on most days, I love it. LIke any job, it really tries me and sometimes I feel my blood begin to boil and my ears get hot, but I manage through it. I see lots of weird issues and weird people but I have gotten close to a lot of the them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have 4 sisters and 1 brother. My brother is the oldest of 5 and I am the youngest...20 years age difference. I was not planned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am my mom, dad, brother and sisters rolled up in one! I carry all of their personalities and traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dad, passed away in January 2006 and it was very sudden. That has been the most difficult situation my family has ever had to deal with....we had never lost anyone before that close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He was the rock! Since his death so much as happened and probably wouldn't have if he were still here...It took no mess from anyone and it seems alot has fallen apart without him here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am a mother of a sweet 4 year old little girl, Mallory, and a wife of a good man, Stevie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;April 3rd will be 10 years since we exchanged wedding vows and became husband and wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We did not immediately start trying to conceive until 3 years after being married and then tried for 3 years...Tough times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lots of crying and questioning later, we found out about Ms. Mallory...Not a day goes by that God doesn't hear from me...I prayed for a long time that I WAS READY and until I realized that HE wasn't ready for me to have a baby..I began to pray that when HE was ready, I was ready too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I thank him each and every day for her. 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