<?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-4824018093495499127</id><updated>2012-01-17T20:00:37.169-06:00</updated><category term='Halloween :)'/><category term='blogland'/><category term='random thoughts of a very tired person...'/><category term='fun in the sun'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='lack there of'/><category term='Tyler'/><category term='SUMMER 2009'/><category term='updates'/><category term='school'/><category term='seizure'/><category term='faith'/><category term='photos'/><category term='home makeover'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='emily klair'/><category term='shaky faith'/><category term='memory lane'/><category term='family...new meds'/><category term='family'/><category term='&quot;reflection&quot;'/><category term='kiddos'/><category term='stressed out...'/><category term='fun with friends...'/><category term='update'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>THE ROBINSON FAMILY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4246249786129217776</id><published>2012-01-17T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:17:02.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time.....</title><content type='html'>No excuses...I have no excuses!! I have just been the biggest slacker ever!!&lt;br /&gt;
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There is so much to catch up on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Lets start with the kids...Tyler is in 5th grade at a new school, and doing really well.&amp;nbsp; He is having fun playing football, soccer and basketball.&amp;nbsp; He has started a new medicine and is doing great with seizures and headaches.&amp;nbsp; I can not believe how old he is, and how grown up he acts! He is really growing into a fine young man.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily Klair...is in 3rd grade and is such a sweet little girl.&amp;nbsp; She is playing basketball for the first time and she is really enjoying it.&amp;nbsp; We have just got her on an IEP at school, she is struggling a bit and we are trying to figure out how she learns and what she needs to reach her full potential. She is growing up so fast!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Warren and I just celebrated our 15 year anniversary...ok well we haven't got to celebrate yet because I had knee surgery that day. I know right..just how you want to spend your anniversary.&amp;nbsp; I am doing well and it is no where near as painful as my shoulder surgery from last year.&amp;nbsp;We are both still working and enjoying being parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really want to get back to blogging again, and hope to, its just that we are always on the go.&amp;nbsp; I promise you there are days we leave the house before 8 am and do not get home till after 8 pm...&lt;br /&gt;
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again no excuses just saying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4246249786129217776?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4246249786129217776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4246249786129217776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4246249786129217776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4246249786129217776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-time.html' title='Long time.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3305144437099541919</id><published>2011-06-19T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:29:13.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERTIME.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgadf93Eyak/Tf51Jr6eECI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TOoNN_axygU/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgadf93Eyak/Tf51Jr6eECI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TOoNN_axygU/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etmptekBhjY/Tf531_m42nI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3Y8V2NjOkPw/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-etmptekBhjY/Tf531_m42nI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3Y8V2NjOkPw/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We at the Robinson house have been so busy...I have alot to catch ya'll up on but for right now I am just going to leave you all with some (trust me when I say I have a ton o'pics) great pictures of what we have been up too..and I promise to tell some wonderful stories to go with these pictures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3305144437099541919?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3305144437099541919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3305144437099541919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3305144437099541919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3305144437099541919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/06/summertime.html' title='SUMMERTIME.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgadf93Eyak/Tf51Jr6eECI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TOoNN_axygU/s72-c/IMG_1543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7293658278375121253</id><published>2011-05-02T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T14:06:54.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a world all it's own....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ldhSuS78iVY/Tb734uKvLQI/AAAAAAAAAds/3BXbhCqZ-zM/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of EK's favorite shirts, I think she would wear it everyday if I let her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It maybe just a t-shirt with a witty saying on it BUT as much as I hate to admit it, it rings true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was not born a southern girl but I can say I am a true southern girl through and through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SOUTHERN GIRLS ROCK!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't realize how much I joke about it, till this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily Klair was being silly and she was teasing me about something, I don't even remember it was a cute teasing... anyways, she goes to sit down in her chair and she pinches her finger in the chair.&amp;nbsp; She says ouch that hurt, silly KARMA!&lt;br /&gt;
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I never wish any ill will on anyone, but I do have to admit that I might get a little chuckle out of a dad at the soccer field that is one of those dads...that really are annoying, and out right rude to everyone around them, that only think of themselves and their little guy on the field. Everyone knows the type I am talking about, the ones we all can't stand, and their whole demeanor screams stuck up rudeness!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Well yesterday, we had one of those dads. He was a dad for the other team, and well he choose to sit down right next to us!! I mean really I think I have a radar that says please come sit by me, I love it when you act like an idiot, it makes my day complete! Anywho after listening to him the whole game and hearing him talk soo ugly to what I assume was his wife on the phone, I got a big chuckle at the end of the game, when as he was walking across the field like a big man...he tripped and nearly fell flat on his face!! and what did he trip on..nothing but a big fat chunk of KARMA!!!! it was beautiful..and guess what EK turns to me and says out loud...KARMA!! gotta love that girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2677432366783140292?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2677432366783140292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2677432366783140292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2677432366783140292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2677432366783140292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/karma.html' title='KARMA!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-881735511533002555</id><published>2011-04-11T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:45:37.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a clone...</title><content type='html'>I am soo behind on EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I need a clone...I can not be everywhere with everyone...&lt;br /&gt;
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Warren's work is always crazy but it seems to be getting crazier by the day.&amp;nbsp; And the kids are running in different directions.&amp;nbsp; I can not get to one practice before I am having to turn around and get another kid to&amp;nbsp;another practice.&amp;nbsp; Forget zumba there is no time, so I am trying to walk during the practices, but I miss my Zumba classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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My classroom needs lots of help and the laundry pile is now the laundry mountain...oh and eating healthy?? really its over rated!! I just don't have time&amp;nbsp;to cook the things I should be cooking..mother of the year right here folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that there will be a time I will look back on this craziness and&amp;nbsp;not think they that we were as busy as&amp;nbsp;we are,&amp;nbsp;but right now I&amp;nbsp;feel like I need some&amp;nbsp;major help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-881735511533002555?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/881735511533002555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=881735511533002555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/881735511533002555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/881735511533002555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-clone.html' title='I need a clone...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4094377995427350508</id><published>2011-04-10T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:14:30.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a test..this is only a test!!</title><content type='html'>I am hoping that this fixes the words all being smashed together...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets hope this took care of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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And I think it did and whoo hoo so excited to get back to blogging..but for now I am off to bed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4094377995427350508?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4094377995427350508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4094377995427350508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4094377995427350508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4094377995427350508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-testthis-is-only-test.html' title='This is a test..this is only a test!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5879116210380482371</id><published>2011-04-06T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:17:31.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cliff hanger....</title><content type='html'>I did not finish my background story in my post yesterday so I am going to finish it up today... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; here are my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;siblings&lt;/span&gt; names just to help with telling the story. Andrea is my sister closest to me in age, my one and only brother Matthew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesi&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; ...this is there birth order and I am the oldest of these yahoo's! I am gonna back up and tell you the story from the beginning. I was not in the wreck, I was not there first hand so this part of it is from the stories I have heard about what happened. My family was going to a friends surprise birthday party at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; here in town after church on a Sunday morning. They stopped at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CVS&lt;/span&gt; that was right across the street from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to get a birthday card and told the kiddos in the back to stay in their seat belts only dad was running in real fast..Andrea was in college, Matthew was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high, (Matthew was by the window in the second row and Andrea was in that same row by the door) and the girls (were in the very back row of the van) were in elementary school. Dad went in got the card and away they went, they stopped at the red light in the parking lot. The light turns green and remember they are only going across the street, as dad starts to pull out, a vehicle runs the red light without even stepping on the brakes. It t-bones my parents van and spins then around, as it hits my littlest sisters fly out the back side window, Andrea flips over the seat she is sitting in and lands in the back where the girls are suppose to be. She is the one that realizes they are not in the vehicle, she starts screaming the girls are gone. I know my mom and dad open doors and run before the van came to a complete stop. Andrea does not think she is hurt, and gets up to go help and see about the girls. Matthew however stays in the vehicle. One of my parents friends go and get him to come out, and have him stand with them on the side of the road. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; flew into the turning lane quite a distance away from the intersection, and was out cold when mom and dad got there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesi&lt;/span&gt; flew out and landed on the storm grate right by the tire of the vehicle, she was awake but very scared and hurt. This is when Warren and I came up on the accident. As the ambulances were pulling away with my sisters in them headed to the life flight pad, (my parents and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;andrea&lt;/span&gt; were in there with the little ones), I noticed my brother and ran to get him, we get him in the car and away we go to the helicopter pad. As we are driving my brother starts freaking out, trying to get out of the car, asking over and over how we got there what was going on, where was mom and dad and where are we going?? and so on and so on..over and over!! It took all I had to keep him in the car. When we pull up I see dad and run to get him to come check out Matthew (my dad was a firefighter/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emt&lt;/span&gt;) when he got there to check on him he realized immediately he had a head injury. So he sees the girls get loaded into the helicopter and made sure that mom, me and Andrea had a ride to Vanderbilt to meet the girls. Dad and Warren take Matthew to the local ER to get checked out. He ended up having a pretty good concussion and if the girls were not at Vanderbilt after being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;life flighted&lt;/span&gt; they would have kept him to make sure he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, instead they let him go with a list of instructions for us and orders for what to do and where to take him at Vanderbilt if he started to show any signs. What we now know is that Matthew took the brunt of the impact and was probably knocked out when Andrea discovered the girls were not in the vehicle, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; even noticed because after hearing the girls were not in there everyone got out as fast as they could to get to them. Matthew is lucky he did not get hurt any worse then he did. Andrea was started to feel pain in her back and her knee, and we were all really worried about the girls. They finally came and told us they would be transported to the ICU for the night and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; still was not awake fully. I know this is a long story and even longer when it is not spaced but no one can figure out why it is doing it..so sorry again if you are still reading this. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesi&lt;/span&gt; ended up with a broken collar bone but was overall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She only stayed one night in the ICU and was dismissed a couple days later. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; woke up the next day and bless her heart her face was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; swollen she looked bad, but she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, her hip was not broken like they thought, no bones broken minus a skull fracture and a small brain bleed, that stopped on its own. She was in the hospital for a week, and we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; thankful and blessed that day could of been much more tragic. WE all bear some scars from that day, and mine happen to be that whenever I see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; vehicles I have a slight panic attack thinking that someone I know and love is hurt. It takes my breathe away &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear one, or get out of the way of one, and seeing them at the school proved how much to me I need to get some help for it. When I wrote that we are blessed, I mean it, the first people on the scene were friends of ours that go to church with us, both of which saw the accident as they were getting out of the car to go into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; what makes these two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; people such a blessing?? They are both doctors, and got my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; breathing before the ambulances got there...there are so many details to this story I don't feel like I did it justice but I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5879116210380482371?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5879116210380482371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5879116210380482371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5879116210380482371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5879116210380482371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/cliff-hanger.html' title='cliff hanger....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2532134545439047426</id><published>2011-04-05T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:43:15.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PANIC ATTACK...</title><content type='html'>FIRST OFF THIS BLOG IS KILLING ME NOT ALLOWING ME TO SPACE THIS POST...SO SORRY!!!! I KNOW IT IS HARD TO READ ALL PUSHED TOGETHER... SO let me give you a little back ground on me and emergency vehicles... One Sunday after church before Warren and had kids ( I had just had my second miscarriage) we were on our to lunch with his family. As we pulled onto one of the main roads here in town we were met with an ambulance, we pulled over and got out of it's way. A few yards later another ambulance came flying up behind us and we got of it's way. At this point we could see that there was a really bad wreck up ahead. I can not explain it, but even from to far away I knew that it was bad and that it was someone I loved. As we got closer I saw that there was green mini van....and my heart jumped into my throat. Warren says I sounded possessed as I said " that's my family" he then reassured me that there are many a green mini vans and not to jump to the worst possible scenario first. I told him in my possessed manor, "pull over that is MY FAMILY!!" He pulls over, and I jump out of the car, and run to the scene, and what I see is my 2 littlest sisters laying on the ground really far from the vehicle. My mom and dad are with the youngest and the one that flew out of the vehicle the furthest, and I can tell the emergency people were working on her. I found my sister that is closest to me in age bent over holding my other sisters hand that had also flown out the window and landed right by the vehicle. I just kinda stood there, in disbelief. I looked for my brother and saw him standing on the side of the road with some friends of my parents. He looked ok, so I went to be with my two sisters...the other was being loaded into the ambulance to be transported to the life flight pad. I will blog more about this story another time because trust me when I say there is a lot to it and well I don't want to rush it. So yesterday when I topped the hill to get to the kids school and saw 3 firetrucks, lots of police, and an ambulance, what I had could not be described as a panic attack but more of a complete and utter freak out! I called Warren at work and well couldn't breathe, couldn't talk, and all I could manage to say was firetrucks kids school emergency. He again the voice of calm said, "do not worry if it was bad we would know about it" he reminded me to breathe, and stay calm. Let's just say I tried, I sat there in car rider line wondering what was happening if the kids were safe, if anyone had been hurt, the concerns and questions just kept rolling on in my mind. I then called one of my friends that has children at that school and figured she was in car rider line and that maybe we could comfort each other, but she had a funny feeling before the storm and had signed her kids out early, so she was home unaware of what was happening. Her husband is a cop here in town so I guess she could hear the terror and panic in my voice and she told me she would call him and get right back to me. That is when I found out everyone was safe and it was just the roof that had blown off..really?? did I just write it was JUST the roof?? It took me over an hour to get to my kids and they were fine, EK was shook up and said she wanted me but said a prayer while the loud noises were happening to keep her safe and calm till momma could get there, and Tyler said he was not scared but he sure had that yea soo glad momma is here look when I finally got to him! They left there backpacks, coats, everything but what they had with them when the storm hit...after we got home and settled a bit Tyler ( have I ever told you he is just like his daddy)says "at least no homework tonight momma." I don't have any pictures to show you but am trying to get some. 4 classrooms are pretty much destroyed, and the whole hallway that those are on sustained some pretty good damage. The school did a great job at keeping the kids safe, they had a plan they worked their plan and it paid off with no one getting hurt, and yes it was JUST a roof....it can be fixed, and it can be replaced. I hugged my kids tighter last night, and if I never ever see emergency vehicles at the school again it will be ok with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2532134545439047426?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2532134545439047426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2532134545439047426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2532134545439047426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2532134545439047426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/panic-attack.html' title='PANIC ATTACK...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8944745063325004921</id><published>2011-04-04T10:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:16:11.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who is the girl that forgot her camera?? oh me that's who....</title><content type='html'>Well, there are no pictures of this trip for me.... Of course I have been tagged in some pretty not cool, very bad pictures from the kids on facebook, but none from my camera... Why is that you ask?? Well..... (which by the way is a story in itself..who knew the word WELL could get a story, but trust me it did..haha) everyone that knows me knows that I am not a morning person!! So the Sunday when we left home before 6 that morning I totally was on auto pilot. I had packed everything the night before..so shower and walking out the door was all I was really awake enough to do. So my nice camera got left behind, so no fun pictures for my blog, no funny pictures for memories, and I could just kick myself for that!! I had a really good time. The teens were great, and learned a lot of new tennis skills, and we all loved the warm sunshine and beautiful water at the beach. I missed my kids, and my hubby. I know they had the best week though. The kids got to go to everyone they love houses..from granny and pa's to nanny and d's to their aunt Stephanie's to play with there cousins...a good time was had by all and I am thankful that they are loved by so many and that they helped us out last week!! Back to school for me on Tuesday, and I am now on count down mood....as much as I love those little ones I love my summers home with my kiddos. It reminds me of when they are little and I got to stay home with them..and as much as I love spring break it makes me long for summer days with my kiddos!! So let the count down begin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8944745063325004921?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8944745063325004921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8944745063325004921&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8944745063325004921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8944745063325004921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-is-girl-that-forgot-her-camera-oh.html' title='who is the girl that forgot her camera?? oh me that&apos;s who....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6587752079136332997</id><published>2011-03-25T00:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:20:27.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a great surprise....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ev8mSdPmrnY/TYwkdNocZyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hIox45hluaY/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587881321954043682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ev8mSdPmrnY/TYwkdNocZyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hIox45hluaY/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uxw7l9Th-4/TYwjQ_oiMyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/il4Tc2StcMc/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587880012526269218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Uxw7l9Th-4/TYwjQ_oiMyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/il4Tc2StcMc/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few pics of my surpise day trip and some of the fun we had.....



&lt;div&gt;SO for those of you that don't know my hubby as great as he is has one flaw...and I hesitate to call it a flaw because in all honesty I am thankful for it....he is a major workaholic!! there I said it! it's true, he works and works and works some more...and really only will he take off if we have planned a vacay months in advance or if he is so sick he thinks he might die..he just is not one to miss work.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Wednesday he surprised me and the kiddos and took off work and we went on a day trip to Chattanooga,Tn to the Tennessee Aquarium! It was a great day, lots of family time, and lots of memories made! And get this he took off Thursday and Friday as well...we have just played video games, watched some back things on the dvr, and just been together!! I am soo very thankful he works so hard to support us and take great care of us, and even more thankful when he can take a moment and enjoy taking the day off just to be with us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps on a side note...I must tell this story..I am old we all know this! We stopped at a gas station and I went in to get some snacks on the way home yesterday, and the clerk says to me " are those your kids" I said "yes sir they are" he replies with "no way you are too young to have kids that age" I laugh and say "no sir I am old..I am 33 " he says "I am not trying to be nice, nor get you to buy anything but you look about 23..not old enough to have kids that old...really you do" so anywho..that is my story and well lets just say I don't believe him but it was nice to hear anyways :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6587752079136332997?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6587752079136332997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6587752079136332997&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6587752079136332997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6587752079136332997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-great-surprise.html' title='I got a great surprise....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ev8mSdPmrnY/TYwkdNocZyI/AAAAAAAAAdE/hIox45hluaY/s72-c/IMG_0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4400371122088396048</id><published>2011-03-21T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:56:43.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break day one..</title><content type='html'>Well, first day of spring break and I got sun...let the addiction begin!!

I love the sun!! I love to have a tan...I do not fake and bake..I only do natural tanning but I love the sun!!!

I become addicted if you will, and lets just say I am already on my way to being a Bahama mama!!

We went to the park today with some friends, and lets recap what all we learned today shall we??

1.kids throw up after spinning too much on the merri go round, and we didn't know it had happened and my girl friend walked right into it..

2.frogs like to mate in front of an audience..esp little kiddos.."look mom, they look like they have been velcroed together..."

3.there are some people that really should not reproduce...and then announce to the world that they only did to help keep someone in the country and now they don't want any kids, after the 5th one by 5 different fathers!!!!...really almost an exact quote from a gal at the park today and no she wasn't in our group she was across the park and we still heard it as if she was talking right to us!!

4. beautiful day with great friends!!!

we all got an education today, it was quite an interesting day at the park to say the least, but one of the best things we learned is we are blessed beyond words and very thankful for everything we have and most importantly the love we share and the friends that love us and friends we love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4400371122088396048?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4400371122088396048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4400371122088396048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4400371122088396048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4400371122088396048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-day-one.html' title='spring break day one..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-9203092056360334933</id><published>2011-03-17T22:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:20:58.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit of this and little bit of that...</title><content type='html'>Proof that I did get real kites up and flying today :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqXsPymWCdk/TYLcfjahXII/AAAAAAAAAck/hjZXKsE_804/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585268922533371010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqXsPymWCdk/TYLcfjahXII/AAAAAAAAAck/hjZXKsE_804/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my sweeties holding and flying kite in above pic....
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some of my other sweeties flying the kites we made in the classroom, fun and easy and they really do fly in the wind.....plastic grocery bags with streamers stapled on the back end of them,tied together the handles with yarn for the string and away you go...hours and hours of fun!!
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Tyler's travel team from Saturday...whoo hoo GO COLUMBIA ARSENAL!!!!

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1st goal of the game unassisted......GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL! by #3 Tyler Robinson!!!!!


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-9203092056360334933?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/9203092056360334933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=9203092056360334933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/9203092056360334933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/9203092056360334933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-bit-of-this-and-little-bit-of.html' title='Little bit of this and little bit of that...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqXsPymWCdk/TYLcfjahXII/AAAAAAAAAck/hjZXKsE_804/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4843432709219437546</id><published>2011-03-17T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:05:27.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Have you ever flown a kite in bed? did you ever walk with ten cats on your head?"-Dr. Suess</title><content type='html'>Today was kite day at school, last day before spring break and one of the most beautiful days we have had yet.....

I have lots of fun pictures to share and will get them up on here this weekend or tomorrow or who knows maybe even tonight??

HOWEVER.....the title of this post sums up my day..hahah I think trying to fly a kite in bed, or walking with ten cats on my head would have been easier then trying to herd (sorry but that really is the best word I can use to describe it...) 8 excited, over stimulated, and ready for a break kiddos in a small grassy area near a creek (that is fenced in but still it scares me to death) and helping them all fly kites..oh yea did I mention I was alone?? hmm? no well I was with 8 4-5 yrs old.

It was a great day, a tiring one, and one that I hope the kiddos loved. I will miss them over this two week break but am soooo happy to have this two week break!

Going out with the girls tonight for a friends bday, woot woot!! so I get to get dolled up and can't wait!! better get off here and figure out something cute to wear....look for an update with pics soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4843432709219437546?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4843432709219437546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4843432709219437546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4843432709219437546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4843432709219437546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-you-ever-flown-kite-in-bed-did-you.html' title='&quot;Have you ever flown a kite in bed? did you ever walk with ten cats on your head?&quot;-Dr. Suess'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6124809874777022553</id><published>2011-03-16T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:59:04.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning...she is about to blow!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am usually not a debbie downer...or a negative nancy....and this post really isn't negative just more ventfull!!! is that a word?? anywho...I digress

I love this one aspect of my life, sure it is hard, sure there are days that I want to quit, that I want to fight and scream back and say "really, anyone can find the negative with something how about you try to say something nice for a change.." or " well if we are making a list of things wrong with (this that shall remain nameless) lets start with you and how much better it could be with out you..." or my all time favorite and one I am so afraid of blurting out when I get to my breaking point.." I know everything you have said, I know everything you have done, and every way you have tried to make me fail, every way you have lied, every way you have manipulated the situation to make us all look bad when in reality it was your mistake not ours...." the list could on and on.

How does one stay positive with constant negative thoughts, actions, and seems like constant one upence or for lack of a better term constant only finding the bad never finding the good, or having a kind word to say about or to that person.

I am trying, I am praying, I am asking God to come into my heart and help me with me, help me to show love and love and more love. I refuse to sit back and just nod my head or say "yes -----" whatever you say and do it anymore...I am at my wits ends.

In everything I do I could use improvement I am not a perfect person, never claimed to be! but no matter how much I try with this one situation, or don't try, or stand up for myself, or bite a hole in my tongue because I am trying to not say something for being afraid I would say to much, or get everything done perfect, or not perfect but still done....it is never good enough. I get talked about, blasted if you will, and some if it is just not true! and it hurts, and it makes me feel inadequate and my buttons get pushed, and really I could on and on but I won't!

I refuse to give this any more of time or attention today! I am going to figure it out, I am going to love and be loved and stop worrying or seeking approval that won't be there, and learn that I truly am the one in charge of my own piece of the world and I can make it be as good as I need!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6124809874777022553?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6124809874777022553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6124809874777022553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6124809874777022553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6124809874777022553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-usually-not-debbie-downer.html' title='Warning...she is about to blow!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1377225785668992520</id><published>2011-03-14T12:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:17:48.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm sun, blue sky..</title><content type='html'>BEAUTIFUL,WONDERFUL,GLORIOUS, PERFECT....



those are just some of the words that I would use to describe our weekend!!



Crystal blue skies, no clouds in sight, warm sun on our skin and the sound of soccer mom and dads cheering on their favorite little players. First, goal of the game by none other then Tyler Robinson!!!! Won both games, saw my son have some of the most wonderful assists, and foot skills..and even better then that watching him get schooled by a girl!!! PRICELESS!!!

I am also firing Warren from videoing the games with flip, why you ask?? because he is so involved with the game he misses the action with the camera.  We get alot of grass, feet, and the end of the wonderful plays but not the actual plays themselves..so he is fired and I will try to get better video this weekend.

Emily Klair got to have hitting practice last week, the weather has not been cooperating  so we have not been able to have real softball practice yet, unlike soccer, if it sprinkles they cancel so the fields won't get messed up. So hitting inside at the top of the old high school where I use to practice is all she has gotten to do. And well, she is mine so I get to say she did awesome!! The hitting coach agrees, and said she has some "natural" talent!! We shall see as the season goes on but I am excited to get this going and watch her have a blast on the softball field.

Thank you all for your kind words on my last post, still not 100% but I am back to work and gonna try to make it to a work out tomorrow for the first time. I am not sure what is going on but it is not fun when it happens, I get sweaty, pulse races, feel like I have an elephant on my chest or someone squeezing my chest to the point of no return, then I get sick to my stomach throw up, feel weak, then it passes in about an hour, minus a little discomfort in my chest.  Every test is coming back fine but even morphine, and phenagren couldn't control my pain or vomiting at the hospital, they know something is going on just not sure what?? I don't have my gallbladder, but they have said I could still have stones without my gallbladder?? who knew go figure?? I have decided to just wait and hold off before calling and making the follow up with the doctor, just hate having test and things run, nothing ever shows anything!! Even my MRI for my shoulder showed nothing but a small tear it wasn't till they got in there during surgery that they saw that I basically tore every cartilage, ligament off the bone front and back, and my rotator cuff was caught in my shoulder joint....major surgery!! but nothing but a small tear in my cartilage on the MRI...same with EK negative pregnancy test till over 10 wks along!! so nothing ever shows up for me..so why spend the money? that is my thought anyway...

ok sorry this post got hijacked by my medical drama from last week...sorry about that! if you are still reading thanks...

so one of my news years resolutions was to tell more of my story, hmmm how can I say this I haven't had one post about my story...I can't seem to get it together, it is like I am afraid to write it, or post it , or rethink about it. I don't know?? Something is holding me back and I don't know why?? I have no problems sharing but at the same time I can't let myself hit publish post?!?!? and it is driving me crazy, so I think I am going to have to start off with something easy, something light and fluffy!! so if I have not shared this week please make me!! hold me accountable!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1377225785668992520?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1377225785668992520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1377225785668992520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1377225785668992520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1377225785668992520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/warm-sun-blue-sky.html' title='Warm sun, blue sky..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5586910262225871605</id><published>2011-03-10T20:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:17:41.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am still alive, kinda anyways!!

I was just in the hospital for something?? still not sure what is going on just know that I feel horrible, and they thought it was something with my heart, but turns out my heart is great! Good to know seeing as how I treat my body horribly...

So anywho, not up to par, still feeling lousy, trying to get over what ever it is, and feel better!!

Saturday is Ty's first travel game, so we shall see how it all goes we are all excited about it, and we do not have to travel very far this time only about an hour, so can't wait to show you all some videos and cool pictures of him rocking it out on the soccer field!!

Hope everyone is well and can't wait to catch up with everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5586910262225871605?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5586910262225871605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5586910262225871605&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5586910262225871605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5586910262225871605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5271951605986500819</id><published>2011-03-04T08:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:16:37.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fell off the wagon..</title><content type='html'>so I missed Zumba twice this week...and well I think I am self sabotaging myself because my eating has went downhill all week and I can't stop.... so this is me admitting that

I Kari, am officially struggling with the weight loss and I have fallen off the wagon, will do a mucho better job next week..but since this week is already kaput....bring on the food!!

Hope everyone has a great weekend...

we at the Robinson's are going to get some spring cleaning done!!! oh I can't wait (so sarcastic...wish there was a font for that emotion )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5271951605986500819?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5271951605986500819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5271951605986500819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5271951605986500819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5271951605986500819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/fell-off-wagon.html' title='fell off the wagon..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2161025465193933579</id><published>2011-03-02T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:07:14.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness that is in my head....</title><content type='html'>bad couple of days...just in a big funk....trying hard to get out of it....need an attitude adjustment!!!

it is no ones fault, nobody did anything wrong, have the best family, and friends....so why the funk??

not sure???

missed my zumba class last night, feel really guilty this morning....had a rough day at school with one of my precious little ones....have lots I want to blog about but can't seem to get my thoughts together to make any sense of them....

loving having my windows open during the day, and to sleep at night, ready to hit some high school baseball and softball games..not to mention tennis matches....

count down for the tennis beach trip is officially on...

random thoughts that have been on my mind this morning..in no particular order...

found out EK's softball coach for this season...and soo excited she has 3 friends on the team and is going to be coached by one of the girls I played softball with in high school and can't wait she will learn so much this season...

Tyler is playing travel soccer...whoo hoo he is so excited but we are fixing to be running in different directions...and our schedule (that I am working on this morning ) will be as follows..
Mon-ty soccer practice.5:30-6:30, EK practice 7-8:30
tues-mom zumba, ek gymnastics,maybe ty soccer?? still working on that one??
wed-ty song leading, speech, all of us church
thurs-mom zumba,ty soccer practice 6-7, EK softball 7-8:30
fri-free unless we are gonna be traveling for a tourney with soccer...

they want the travel players to also play rec this season so he will have rec games and travel games and practice for both....and this is just our schedule as they practice when real games start it will change again....don't forget homework, and eating and showers and sleep....geesh I am tired thinking about it!! haha

so sorry for the randomness that is this post..but now you know what it is like inside my head this morning....fun times huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2161025465193933579?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2161025465193933579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2161025465193933579&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2161025465193933579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2161025465193933579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/03/randomness-that-is-in-my-head.html' title='randomness that is in my head....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-546399480314851550</id><published>2011-02-24T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:52:37.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not liking this growing up thing...</title><content type='html'>I have always said that this blog was more my journal, and somewhere that I could write and share my thoughts so one day EK and TY could read it. So EK will probably kill me when she gets older and reads this entry, and Ty may too with some of the entries about him, but I hope they read it one day and see how much fun we had and how loved they are...

With that said, we have hit another milestone in the Robinson house hold...and well I am not sure I should be posting about this but it is too cute too not...she is only 8 so it still qualifies as cute right?!?!

Well, we just bought EK her first real set of "big girl" undergarments...I have noticed in a couple of her shirts and things for school that she needed something, so we tried the undershirt approach and that worked for a little while but here lately she has needed more...so tonight was the night.

She was soo cute picking out what she liked and trying them on, and it was bittersweet to me.  I have always wanted a girl to do fun stuff with like shop (even though I  am not a shopper?) get nails done together, go to lunch dates, just have fun being girls together.  Tonight was one of those nights that was fun to watch her get excited and act so grown up, but it made it me sad because she is growing up.

Tonight we are experiencing some really big storms and under a tornado watch, she hates storms!! so when we got home and her bath had been taken she curled up in my lap...not beside me and laying in my lap but IN my lap, and we just cuddled, and talked and she tried on my hoop earrings and it was just a sweet moment. 

I love that my kids are growing up, but there is a big part of me that wishes they were still babies and needed me more...but I will take any of those special moments like tonight I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-546399480314851550?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/546399480314851550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=546399480314851550&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/546399480314851550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/546399480314851550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-liking-this-growing-up-thing.html' title='not liking this growing up thing...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5207831271919777847</id><published>2011-02-23T10:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:25:29.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a lifetime..</title><content type='html'>I truly believe that you only get GREAT, AWESOME, and FANTASTIC say anything to, always have your back, they love you and yours just like they are family and sometimes even more, they know all your secrets and still love you because of them.

I have a group of friends and we don't get to see each other very often sometimes only once a year, but we are close friends..we go on a girls trip every year, and we have a ball...we always try and go to a beach some where, and do nothing but relax by the pool and beach, and just be us...Kari, Tammy, Stephanie and Angie, not mom's, not wives, just us..it does us all so much good.

Last summer we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tybee&lt;/span&gt; Island in Georgia and had a blast! We did some fun and out of the ordinary stuff...we went on a ghost tour in a hearse...we swam with dolphins...we chilled and watched movies...went to nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;...and overall just had a great time.

It is that time of year where I get antsy and am ready to go tomorrow on our trip, we haven't even planned this year yet and I am ready to pack and leave ASAP. I miss my girls, I miss what we use to have before some moved and our lives started going in different directions. I love to go catch up with them and to pick up where we left off never missing a beat...

Now don't get me wrong I have lots of friends, lots of people I appreciate, lots of people that I associate with...BUT no one will ever replace the type of friendship I have with these girls!!!

This picture is from last summers trip...from left to right...Stephanie, Me,Tammy, and Angie...and we were missing Destiny last year but hoping she can make it this summer!

Love my girls.....

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&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/4824018093495499127-5207831271919777847?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5207831271919777847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5207831271919777847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5207831271919777847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5207831271919777847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-in-lifetime.html' title='once in a lifetime..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9q3L0V1FOM/TWUwlMGbpWI/AAAAAAAAAb8/anMdJmN_hmY/s72-c/untitled4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1117439523237356518</id><published>2011-02-22T22:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:35:37.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why must everyone be so rude?!?!</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that the past few weeks, there are no nice people left in this world.

I am talking about everyday people and everyday actions....what happened to holding doors open for those behind you, or saying hello, or even acknowledging that someone has spoken to you, shoot I would take a smile at this point. 

Manners people, manners!!! it is not that hard to understand!!

sorry no real post today other then to say...

Please remember your manners, you never know how much your encounters with someone no matter how small or short will mean to someone else's day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1117439523237356518?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1117439523237356518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1117439523237356518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1117439523237356518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1117439523237356518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-must-everyone-be-so-rude.html' title='why must everyone be so rude?!?!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8533950205266437841</id><published>2011-02-21T13:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:31:58.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ode to laundry...</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hate thee,
 I despise you and your piles of dirty, stinky self..

I keep piling you up and avoiding your being
but it's time I try and fight back and I say try because...

It never seems to be enough, no matter how much I do,
when I turn around and think I have you beat...

Always more, and more and more...
where do you come from??

Socks, underwear, jeans, jerseys, towels, wash cloths, sheets, and shirts
will it ever end???

No it won't but I have a small secret
 as much as I hate thee, I also secretly love thee!!!!

Because with out all the chaos that makes that laundry,
my life would be boring, and I am thankful for the little boy and his stinky socks and jerseys,
and even thankful for the little girl that no matter whats spills something on her shirt everyday at school, and for the hubby that loves his jeans and t-shirts!!

dirty laundry equals fun,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;,messy, smelly...and it's all mine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8533950205266437841?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8533950205266437841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8533950205266437841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8533950205266437841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8533950205266437841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/ode-to-laundry.html' title='ode to laundry...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4145910292548970326</id><published>2011-02-19T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:21:35.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIGURE ME OUT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpM8hJsyPl8/TV_7VQp_LkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YMbI4CIYeWs/s1600/DianeMeshRollers539Orng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575451206374862402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpM8hJsyPl8/TV_7VQp_LkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YMbI4CIYeWs/s320/DianeMeshRollers539Orng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So Warren and I are going out on a double date tonight with good friends of ours and well I can not wait...&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;It is not going to be our typical date we are going to the Melting Pot..yummy yummy but it is what we are doing after dinner that we have never done before, may never do again, but sounds fun and different so we are a go...&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;The other couple asked us to go and thought it would be fun and maybe something different then the normal date so we jumped at the oppurtunity and away we go...&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;So what fun would it be if I told you what it was so you are going to have to figure it out...Good Luck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it is easy but I couldn't find anything creative to describe it...so no judging hahah its my first atempt at a riddle and to be cool like Kellie and Natalie :) you girls always rock these!!!&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/4824018093495499127-4145910292548970326?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4145910292548970326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4145910292548970326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4145910292548970326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4145910292548970326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/figure-me-out.html' title='FIGURE ME OUT...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JpM8hJsyPl8/TV_7VQp_LkI/AAAAAAAAAb0/YMbI4CIYeWs/s72-c/DianeMeshRollers539Orng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5424773948077250330</id><published>2011-02-17T16:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T16:33:49.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIC PARENTAL FAIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrgCcVI2ZXA/TV2emu6Ru9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZTocKCd1j2I/s1600/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574786302019222482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrgCcVI2ZXA/TV2emu6Ru9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZTocKCd1j2I/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girl..

Sweet, kind, beautiful...*and many more wonderful words to describe her inserted here!

I feel like she has been on the back burner lately and it is making me sad...I think we need a mother daugther day asap!!!

She is so laid back and go with the flow that I think sometimes we take it for granted...

I am officially the worst mother in the world, the kiddos school decided to not do Valentine's Party and called it a heart health friends day...fun, great, wonderful..however, I somehow missed a note saying that their class was still going to exchange Valentine's//I know right??? anywho she didn't have any to pass out, but do you think she complained? do you think I even heard about it when she got in the car?

NO, I found them in her room yesterday while doing laundry, when I asked her about it she said no biggie mom I know you have been busy and lots on your mind lately! talk about feeling like a turd in the punch bowl!! sorry was that too gross?? anywho I felt horrible!! I still feel horrible, not sure how I missed that note but I did, and I have told her we will make it up and I will make cupcakes or brownies something she can share with the class to make it up, in the next few days!

So, my quiet, don't make a fuss, laid back girl needs some attention right now and I am gonna make sure she gets some...all I can say is sorry EK your momma had one epic parental fail!! and I will do better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5424773948077250330?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5424773948077250330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5424773948077250330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5424773948077250330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5424773948077250330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-girl.html' title='EPIC PARENTAL FAIL...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrgCcVI2ZXA/TV2emu6Ru9I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZTocKCd1j2I/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5770422363850861839</id><published>2011-02-15T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:29:26.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN EYED MONSTER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXuF3c8zc6E/TVtEOfnin4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZLEHCHvTe9c/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574123979597324162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXuF3c8zc6E/TVtEOfnin4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZLEHCHvTe9c/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;GREEN EYED MONSTER...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;that is what I am.....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I got my good purse stolen a few months back and I haven't been able to get a new one or rather find a new one that I like....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Then the other day my sister walks into my parents house with THIS.....so now I am the &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;GREEN EYED MONSTER....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; jealous!! and must have this purse!!! or one even more fab then this one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5770422363850861839?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5770422363850861839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5770422363850861839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5770422363850861839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5770422363850861839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/green-eyed-monster.html' title='GREEN EYED MONSTER....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXuF3c8zc6E/TVtEOfnin4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZLEHCHvTe9c/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1842949441215075880</id><published>2011-02-13T23:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:21:32.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Love....</title><content type='html'>Valentines Day..a day of love....



5 yrs ago on Feb. 14, my heart was broken, along with many others. Valentine's day will never be the same to me.



I had a great day, and was cooking supper for Warren and the kiddos, when the phone rang. I answered it and what I heard next stopped me in my tracks. I remember thinking, this was not funny, this was a mistake, I also remember thinking I am going to fall down, my legs turned to jello. I remember turning off the stove and listening, no moving, no crying just listening. I then told the caller, I didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; them, I would find out the truth, and call them back. I immediately called Rusty (our youth minister) and he answered and all he could say was "Kari I can't talk and I am so sorry, so sorry" and then click he had hung up on me.



I put the phone back up, walked back into the kitchen turned the stove back on and started cooking again. I remember getting the kids plates ready and not making them come to the table, but letting them have a picnic on the floor in the living room. That is when I saw Warren pull in the driveway, he was early, and he was in a hurry. He ran to me, hugged me, and told me he was sorry. He then asked what I knew, and all I knew was that there had been an accident, a bad accident. The phone started to ring, my cell started to ring, people started to come by.



I went with my sister in law to the youth activity center at our church where people had already started to gather, to pray, to sing, to cry, to remember. That is when it hit me, that is where I realized I had to be strong, I was there to comfort them, I was there to pray with them. But I still couldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it. That is where I heard the story and found out that one of my precious teens that I had worked with, prayed with, took on trips, helped with boy advice, and had a great time with had been killed, and another one that I also loved that played volleyball for me was fighting for her life at Vanderbilt.



Mary Helen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McMeen&lt;/span&gt;, beautiful, smart, fun, only child, loved by all that knew her, was taken from us on Valentine's day 5 yrs ago. She had been following some other basketball players to a teammates house to eat dinner before the big game that night, it was a huge caravan. When she was broad sided by a truck, and killed instantly. The accident happened in front of most of the team, cheerleaders, and even some parents, the teens that were there have never forgotten what they saw, nor will they ever.



She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; loved, and still is. I treated her like my own, we were very close. I have worked with the teens for 10 or so years, and have gotten close to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; Helen was different. I can not explain it, she was just special, and because of that I would of done almost anything for her. One summer she could not go on the week long mission trip, so I took a day off of work, and me and her and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; along with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sil&lt;/span&gt;, and headed to spend the day with the youth group...she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; thankful and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; I would do that for her. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. I want my Emily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klair&lt;/span&gt; to have all the qualities she possessed. Her parents are heroes in my eyes, and I want to tell them how much I look up to them. I want them to know that I still talk about her, think about her and always will.



I have lost grandparents, and close friends before, but this was different. This effected me differently, there are no words to describe how this changed me.



So yes Valentine's day is a day of love, but too me it is also a day to spend with those I love and remember those I have loved and lost...



Mary Helen you will never be forgotten Thank you for the love you showed to me and everyone around you. We miss you everyday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1842949441215075880?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1842949441215075880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1842949441215075880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1842949441215075880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1842949441215075880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-of-love.html' title='Day of Love....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8666193990857403640</id><published>2011-02-12T12:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T12:47:00.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sand"man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQYNNqdWrUQ/TVbVIbZcP4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jTvArxCrqUE/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572875929687703426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQYNNqdWrUQ/TVbVIbZcP4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jTvArxCrqUE/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;We had "fun with sand" day at school the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;I had lots of fun ideas, but after getting to school and getting the sand poured into the bowl I decided to just let loose and let the kiddos play with it, we made a huge mess but had the best time! WE pretended we were at the beach, we dug around in it, pretended it had buried treasure in it, we poured it back and forth into cups, and we buried our hands in it...fun was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Since it is still winter we decided to make "sand"men....and they turned out so cute...I forgot to get a finished picture of them but you can still see how cute they turned out...we painted with the color of their choice mixed with a little Elmer's glue...then we took the sand and poured, patted and smoothed over the picture...
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&lt;div&gt;Everyone loved sand day....especially the teacher!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8666193990857403640?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8666193990857403640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8666193990857403640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8666193990857403640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8666193990857403640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/sandman.html' title='&quot;Sand&quot;man...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQYNNqdWrUQ/TVbVIbZcP4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jTvArxCrqUE/s72-c/IMG_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6154353701514978571</id><published>2011-02-10T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:39:55.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwn5jXHw4o/TVTKe6bM-fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Sd3dgqdpW8Y/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572301271392385522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwn5jXHw4o/TVTKe6bM-fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Sd3dgqdpW8Y/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QUie7pWVlA/TVTE90frzPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SxQUwW-gu6Y/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572295205306748146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--QUie7pWVlA/TVTE90frzPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SxQUwW-gu6Y/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Warren and I after our hot date tonight...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;ok not really a hot date, just a benefit dinner for the private school here in town where I coach volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;We never get our picture taken together, I am always behind the camera taking the pics and well we never take the time to get in a pic together, so tonight while we were still decent, I had Tyler take our picture....not too bad if I do say so myself! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is a big day...Warren is in a benefit fashion show for HEART HEALTH at the hospital where he works, from what I understand they have a pink dress (yes I said dress) all picked out waiting on him. I have to go do his make-up, and doll him all up around 11 tomorrow! You better believe that there will be pictures to post of that...I still can not believe he said he would do it. Not sure pink is his color, but we shall see tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am coming out of my depression a little bit at a time. I do a very good job at hiding it for the most part, but my family and close friends have been helping me and encouraging me to get out more, and for the first time tonight I felt more like myself. This shoulder surgery and the pain I am in daily, and the health scare with Tyler and now the diagnoses has kinda thrown me for a loop. I have been hiding out in my house and not really doing anything. For those of you that know me, know that I am very out going, loud and love being around people, but for the past few months I have only done what I have to do, and avoid or cancel things just to stay home and veg on the couch. I have struggled with this before but not for a long time...I am glad to say tonight felt good, like the old Kari is still in here...laughing and cutting up, wanting to dress up and be with friends tonight was a great feeling. I am hoping this is the start of me coming out of this awful funk I have been in. My family deserves better then what I have been able to give them lately.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*the top pic is one Tyler wanted to take bc he said I looked so pretty tonight more like the mom before shoulder surgery...bless his heart!!!! he told me I had to put it on my blog..so I did bc he was such a sweetheart about it...
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&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/4824018093495499127-6154353701514978571?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6154353701514978571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6154353701514978571&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6154353701514978571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6154353701514978571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/getting-back-to-me.html' title='Getting back to me....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xIwn5jXHw4o/TVTKe6bM-fI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Sd3dgqdpW8Y/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2377668382292847310</id><published>2011-02-09T20:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:33:09.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny days are here again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GI9t0jfyiwY/TVNZYgb1yTI/AAAAAAAAAas/IYTGMQ2XB74/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571895441545873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GI9t0jfyiwY/TVNZYgb1yTI/AAAAAAAAAas/IYTGMQ2XB74/s320/untitled1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rz3ET7CSsg/TVNZDwJsj-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/IID5KZ3I1_w/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571895084987486178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rz3ET7CSsg/TVNZDwJsj-I/AAAAAAAAAaM/IID5KZ3I1_w/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I love the snow, I love the memories we make in the snow, I love having snow days......BUT &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I am getting over it! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I am ready for warm weather, flip flops (which I wore today even though it was snowing..I know I am dork but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whatcha&lt;/span&gt; going to do?? Love them!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I am ready to go to the beach, sun, sand, and cool blue water!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready to play outside with the kids throwing the softball with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt;, or kicking the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soccer ball&lt;/span&gt; with Ty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I am ready for my windows to be open at the house, to trim the bushes and plant flowers, ready for sunny days to be here again!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;For all my northern friends I know I have no room to complain when we get 1 1/2 inches of snow and it shuts down the whole town, and we only get snow once in a blue moon, although this winter has been different...so I apologize to you for complaining!&lt;/div&gt;
I am very blessed and for the past few summers have gotten to go to the beach on an average of 4 times each summer, sometimes with my family, sometimes with some great friends for a girls trip, and sometimes with some great teenagers!! I could live at the beach!! The pictures are from various trips in the last few summers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top picture is from this Oct fall break..me and my girl EK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd picture is EK and my niece Hallie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd picture is me and my good friend Tammy swimming with the dolphins in the wild..we were at Tybee Island in Georgia and the dolphins would swim right up to us..it was wild!!
4th picture is of my beautiful family...love that picture one of my favs foresure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th picture is me and EK again working on our tans!! oh how I miss my tan right now!!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring on the sunny days, please and the sooner the better!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will hopefully be going to the beach this spring break with the tennis team again...they get their tails worked off at a tennis camp and I get my tan on while they are there...then fun times at night being a chaperone to a great group of kids!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2377668382292847310?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2377668382292847310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2377668382292847310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2377668382292847310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2377668382292847310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/sunny-days-are-here-again.html' title='sunny days are here again...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GI9t0jfyiwY/TVNZYgb1yTI/AAAAAAAAAas/IYTGMQ2XB74/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5531646481472904021</id><published>2011-02-07T11:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:31:00.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>really?!?!</title><content type='html'>SO this weekend my family got a lesson in what is put on their blogs is free domain for anyone to use. 

My blog nor my sister's blog is very big and it is mainly for us to journal and write something we both love to do.  Well, I introduced you to my precious nephew last week, what I failed to tell you all was that he was in the hospital again having a new shunt put in. He is doing great, and really is a precious little guy! Anywho, if you read my sister's blog you can follow his amazing journey...

This weekend my sister gets a call from a friend and the friend reads her a story from their newspaper...and get this....she is reading my sister's words! from her blog!! The writer told my nephew's story, and how amazing he is, quoted my sister's blog, and for the most part the story was on target...BUT it could of been so much better!!

Andrea would of invited this person over, let her met Anderson, share her feelings and frustrations, give God the glory, and show off how well Anderson really is doing...but no the reporter did none of that...did not even inform Andie that she was writing the story, just took her words and quotes because she could and wrote a story.

I understand anything we write can be taken from us and no one has to even tell us but in all my life I can not and would not ever think of doing such a thing!! My sister has talked with the author of the story and she has forgiven her, because well she is nice like that!!

So anywho, just had one of those moments this weekend that makes you go really???? who does that??? and just wanted to share it with you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5531646481472904021?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5531646481472904021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5531646481472904021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5531646481472904021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5531646481472904021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/really.html' title='really?!?!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8056364732158096619</id><published>2011-02-05T12:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:48:26.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night...</title><content type='html'>So since we have kinda had a rough couple of months and things just were out of the ordinary..we have yet to celebrate our 14 yr anniversary back in Dec.

Tonight is date night...not sure where we are going and what we are doing but we do know the kiddos will be spending the night at the grandparents house tonight, and we will be out on the town!!

I can not wait, I get to dress up for my man, put on make-up do my hair, and I get him all to myself!  Not sure when the last time this happened was???

Have I mentioned I love date night?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; guess what I DO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8056364732158096619?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8056364732158096619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8056364732158096619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8056364732158096619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8056364732158096619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/date-night.html' title='Date night...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4883169955646049215</id><published>2011-02-04T00:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:37:58.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zumba</title><content type='html'>Well, I have found it!!

I have heard about it, seen it, and now I have done it (you know like more then once...can't really tell if you like something if you only try it once or twice..)

I don't get all the steps right, and pretty sure that I look like a fool most of the time, but I love it!! I don't care what I look like doing it, as long as it works my butt off..no I mean it I want this butt gone!!!

I am still not suppose to be lifting anything with this shoulder of mine...and I am pretty sure I have mentioned this once or twice or maybe a hundred bizillion times...I AM DONE!!!! I want my life back, I am sick of pain, sick of not sleeping in bed, sick of needing help for personal things such as putting your bra on...I AM DONE!!!

ok I feel better now, sorry just had to get that off my chest again this week :)

Zumba is great and it is an exercise I am really enjoying doing...I don't dread going, I don't have to drag my butt there..have I mentioned I want said butt gone? yes? oh ok just making sure you know!

This week as been a long week and I am thankful it is almost over, hope to get some great post finished up this weekend...and some great videos to download!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4883169955646049215?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4883169955646049215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4883169955646049215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4883169955646049215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4883169955646049215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/zumba.html' title='Zumba'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3602713076845463269</id><published>2011-02-02T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:29:47.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block..</title><content type='html'>So I have writer's block..

I have to write a speech for Tyler, and I have writer's block..I don't get writer's block.

I just wrote a puppet script for 4 teams for church...no writer's block then...BUT now...

nothing, nada, zero, do you hear birds chirping because I do!!!

So any help from you wonderful people would be great....

The topic is "if you love me, keep my commandments.." John 14:15

Please and Thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3602713076845463269?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3602713076845463269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3602713076845463269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3602713076845463269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3602713076845463269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/02/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-434174299506858167</id><published>2011-01-31T14:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:34:19.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The TY and Mom show....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;

Tyler was home sick today with STREP throat and we are being lazy, playing on the computer, watching TV, and just being silly together...&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;Been awhile since we had a light hearted fun post, so we thought we would have some fun with the flip and video ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;The lighting is bad, we have not had showers and we look rough...and I am pretty sure we might smell too, good thing there is no smellavision yet!! but we are having fun...Thanks to my friend Dianne's blog for the idea..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No making fun of us..but please feel free to laugh with us and have a good time watching them...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;* the video with Tyler reading the words, answering the questions and flipping his hair like Justin Bieber...is not downloading..so stay tuned for that...that boy is a mess!!

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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-434174299506858167?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/434174299506858167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=434174299506858167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/434174299506858167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/434174299506858167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-debbie-downer-post.html' title='The TY and Mom show....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-856676006183542787</id><published>2011-01-31T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:34:12.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too precious for words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTSrTGeD65I/AAAAAAAAAYo/HvUvrrIVVwY/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563259784351968146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTSrTGeD65I/AAAAAAAAAYo/HvUvrrIVVwY/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Anderson Knox Spears...he is my precious nephew and I can not tell you how sweet this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy is!



He is smiley and cuddly, and really is just the best baby there is.

He has an amazing story, and you can check it out on my sister's blog the spears family on the blogs I follow list to the right....

He is a blessing to all that know him...love this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; man!!!

I wanted to introduce him to you all, I hope you take the time to read his story and see along with us that God is more powerful then any DR, and only he knows how things will turn out

... oh yea and stay tuned for a fun post with me and Tyler (if I can get the video to download..it is taking forever!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-856676006183542787?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/856676006183542787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=856676006183542787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/856676006183542787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/856676006183542787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-precious-for-words.html' title='Too precious for words...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTSrTGeD65I/AAAAAAAAAYo/HvUvrrIVVwY/s72-c/IMG_0146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1791303513900640177</id><published>2011-01-29T19:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:20:48.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right place right time...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like God had a hand in where you are at a certain place and time??


Well that happened to us today.

We were on our way to the grocery store after Tyler's bball game this afternoon and as we pulled into the parking lot I saw the SUBWAY restaurant that is in the same shopping complex and I said to Warren " yum SUBWAY sounds good today." He agreed so we ended up changing our plans and headed into the restaurant.

When we walked in we noticed it was super hot in there, and it was kinda hard to breathe.  As we were ordering a young girl (probably 19-21) walked in and you could tell she had been working out, work out clothes, red face, sweaty hair.  She got into line behind us, we were done ordering and was paying our bill when she sat down to wait for her food to be made, and us to get out of her way.

In a second of sitting down she went into a full grand mal seizure!

Warren and I ran to her, Warren grabbed her head and held her shoulders while I got down and got her bottom half (we know not to normally touch a person other then to make sure they are not injuring their head, but she was sitting in a chair..so we were not holding her down we were barely holding her just enough to keep her from hitting her head or hurting herself) we knew what to do, what to watch for, if she stopped breathing and to look at the clock and see how long it lasted, and most importantly how to stay calm.  She came out of it pretty quickly, and refused the ambulance the employees had called for.  We sat with her for a while, got her a drink, and  a cool rag, and paid for her meal.  We shared with her how our children both have epilepsy, and asked if she had ever had this done before, she said only once and that it had been when she had gotten too hot.  We offered to take her home, because I really knew she shouldn't be driving, but she said she lived just around the corner, so we told her we hoped she felt better soon, and to make sure to let her dr. know what had happened.

She was embarrassed and hated that we had already paid for her meal, and was just ready to get home. I have thought about her the rest of the day, I hope she made it home, I hope she doesn't live alone, I hope she called someone and I hope she follows up and calls the dr..

 I cried when she left, and I really was a bundle of nerves. I was shaken, it was scary and we had handled it calmly, but afterwards I couldn't stop thinking about Emily Klair and Tyler being that age and having a seizure in a public place and how I hope there are people there that now what to do. 

I thought lots of things after our visit to SUBWAY, and I do believe with all my heart that we were meant to be there today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1791303513900640177?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1791303513900640177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1791303513900640177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1791303513900640177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1791303513900640177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/right-place-right-time.html' title='Right place right time...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4801637655384581565</id><published>2011-01-28T08:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:54:55.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can breathe again...</title><content type='html'>So Thankful, Grateful, blessed beyond words...that is how I am feeling this morning, with a little bit of sadness, and a little case of the whys thrown in.

I am so happy to have a diagnoses and for it to be one we are already familiar with, not to mention the best possible outcome of what it could of been.

I am going to be honest here for a minute,I am a little sad, mad and frustrated that my children have to go through this. YES I know it could be much worse, YES I know that I need to count my blessings, YES I know that this is not the end of the world...but I can not stop the momma in me from wanting to take it away from them. For them to not even know the word epilepsy and what it means, for them to not be scared, or have to take daily medication.

But this is our life and we will settle into a new routine, and we will take care of business. Tyler is being a man about it, and by that I mean he is not talking about it, says he isn't scared when he clearly is, and acting as if everything is normal, like I said he is being a man about it.HAHA  I know when he is ready he will ask questions and want to talk about it, and we will be here when he is ready.

So last night I went to Zumba, with a new friend.....and wow, after hearing the good news, jamming and dancing my tail off to some great music I felt soo much better! It was a great night!! and if you have never tried zumba you should....it is full of laughing, dancing, twisting the hips, and just having a overall great time!!

Tonight Tyler has a jump rope performance at a basketball game, it is always so fun to see them jump, nerve racking but fun! so stay tuned for some video clips to come...

IT feels so good to be able to breathe again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4801637655384581565?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4801637655384581565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4801637655384581565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4801637655384581565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4801637655384581565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-breathe-again.html' title='Can breathe again...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2412929244886643412</id><published>2011-01-26T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:35:59.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soooo.....the verdict is......</title><content type='html'>well I wish I could tell you!! 

I wasn't going to post till we knew forsure but well we still don't know!!!

We got a call from the dr. on Monday night that said the one test was read and the results of that was either an epilepsy disorder, legions on the brain, or a tumor and without the MRI he couldn't tell us exactly which one it is....

So we wait, till he gets the full MRI report and we pray!

None of the options are the best but with the epilepsy we have knowledge in that area we know about the meds, the way it effects our daily life and his, it is the best options! One I wish Tyler didn't have to deal with at all but one that we know about!!

I shudder when I think about the others, and really I am trying to not worry, bc it is happening whether I worry or not, right?? But it is soo hard!!!

Fingers and toes, arms and legs crossed we hear from the DR. today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2412929244886643412?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2412929244886643412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2412929244886643412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2412929244886643412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2412929244886643412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/soooothe-verdict-is.html' title='soooo.....the verdict is......'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2498440891135826649</id><published>2011-01-22T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T14:22:00.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting really stinks..</title><content type='html'>Well we don't know any details about yesterday yet??

What we do know is this..his eeg showed something in the left hemisphere of his brain, we were told that they were going to fax his test to Vandy as soon as possible...that they had already tried calling over there to get the Dr. to read the test while we were there, but he had stepped out so they were sending the test for him and he would read it yesterday and send the results to our Dr. yesterday afternoon...so if we didn't hear from our Dr. over the weekend, we need to call him Monday morning.

It could be anything from a seizure disorder like EK, to something abnormal in that part of the brain..we just have no details right now so we know nothing!!! Other then we know that there is something going on...

The MRI went smoothly and of course they are not allowed to say anything..not even do a wink and nudge, or nothing so we have no idea of knowing what that showed, the tech just said we should hear something first of the week....

so we wait, and really we are trying not to let our minds wander, we know that God is in control and no matter what we will take this challenge on just like we have every other challenge that has come our way...with God on our side, trusting in him, and believing that with him all things are possible.

on a side note the tech (along with lots of people) think my lil man looks like Justin Bieber...she just kept on and on about how cute he was, she even wanted to take a pic of him and send it to her niece who loves "Jason Beaver" (the tech kept calling him by the wrong name..haha) I know he is a cutie pie, but it is nice to have others tell me how handsome he is... but after the night of beating mom so bad on the Wii and a morning of hearing how cute is he..it really is a wonder that ole head of his fit into the mri machine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2498440891135826649?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2498440891135826649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2498440891135826649&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2498440891135826649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2498440891135826649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/waiting-really-stinks.html' title='Waiting really stinks..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8764532954303687335</id><published>2011-01-21T05:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T05:21:53.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CRZY FUN..</title><content type='html'>so me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tyler&lt;/span&gt; have been up most of the night and we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; tired but wanted to share some highlights..ahem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe just some silly moments..

Tried to play charades but he after his..Avatar The last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Air Bender&lt;/span&gt;....(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; yes he did what you think...all I could do was laugh and laugh..he is a nut!!) I couldn't compose myself..so done with that game..

He kicked my tail at Mario cart, basketball and sword play....on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;..can you believe he actually told me he was done because he needed competition!! I mean really?? He is his father's son!!!

We got on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; and played a little family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feud&lt;/span&gt;..and price is right...we laughed so hard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; well momma is tired and can't type well and we had answers that were what the word here..outta of this world!! crazy answers with crazy spelling equal not doing so well but laughing so hard you cry!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;

Well it is 5:18 am and we have about 5 hrs left...will have a full post on his test later probably after we know something...but for now I am off to try and beat him at something or his head is going to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; big it won't fit in the MRI machine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8764532954303687335?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8764532954303687335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8764532954303687335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8764532954303687335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8764532954303687335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/crzy-fun.html' title='CRZY FUN..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2679905277120244470</id><published>2011-01-19T16:35:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:13:16.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my other kiddos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdvpWLjmxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B-M8yfsSQgw/s1600/102_8678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564038620758907666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdvpWLjmxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B-M8yfsSQgw/s320/102_8678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to back District Champs...2010 VolleyDawgs!!
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdqFtCLgoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/njgFdQt56L4/s1600/DSCN1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564032510860165762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdqFtCLgoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/njgFdQt56L4/s320/DSCN1594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdpU3BDf_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/1AmCLE4XVks/s1600/DSC02452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564031671726211058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdpU3BDf_I/AAAAAAAAAZg/1AmCLE4XVks/s320/DSC02452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having fun after a week of two-a-day practices in the dog heat of summer...




&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdpUO5jKYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a-U_OWAGSnU/s1600/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564031660957313410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdpUO5jKYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/a-U_OWAGSnU/s320/DSC02453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we start the season in July...well our gym has no ac..in the summertime it can be over 100 degrees in that gym..and you will still find us in there sweating it out...our girls work very hard and we are always very proud of them!





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdonDIDQLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kblvKnlBZJ0/s1600/088b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564030884702798002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdonDIDQLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kblvKnlBZJ0/s320/088b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdoRWho4iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/y0hEI1qdtzE/s1600/070b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564030511953273378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdoRWho4iI/AAAAAAAAAZI/y0hEI1qdtzE/s320/070b.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We try and make it fun, we have crazy hair day Wednesdays, team bonding parties, we dress alike for practices and to travel, bc we are a team..we are one!




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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdn2M9GHWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MVwUVfk1nOE/s1600/bm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564030045527612770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdn2M9GHWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MVwUVfk1nOE/s320/bm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdnsvWe0mI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YoSPVF4zhRU/s1600/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564029882962203234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdnsvWe0mI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YoSPVF4zhRU/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I love volleyball!! I love the sport, I love the family feeling we have as a team, I love everything about it!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;These are some pictures of some of my other kiddos...I love working with teenagers, whether its church, or coaching.&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;They are in a world all there own and if they let you in, you better treat it with care and treasure every moment of it...&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;I have coached for 6 seasons now and have been through lots of fun, hard, trying, awesome moments, that I wouldn't trade for anything!! My kiddos have grown up in the gym with me, I take them to every practice and most games just depends on how far we travel and what is going on with them (ie..if they have practice themselves or gymnastics or something)the girls are very sweet to them and love on them!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;I am lucky enough to get to do this with one of my best friends in the world, we are very similar and try and make volleyball more then just a school sport. We try and make it a family with lots of fun and having each others backs no matter what is going on. I think very few people in their lives get to experience the type of friendship we have with one another, she truly is a part of my family!
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&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to show off some of my other kiddos...I am one proud momma to a team of wonderful young ladies....past players and present players, looking forward to many more seasons to come.







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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2679905277120244470?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2679905277120244470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2679905277120244470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2679905277120244470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2679905277120244470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-of-my-other-kiddos.html' title='Some of my other kiddos...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTdvpWLjmxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/B-M8yfsSQgw/s72-c/102_8678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2621875928363251174</id><published>2011-01-18T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:40:31.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings.....</title><content type='html'>I have started lots of post lately and have not finished any of them?? Why, you ask?? Well, I would love to give you an answer but I can't...I start out great and the post is coming along nicely and then &lt;strong&gt;POOF&lt;/strong&gt; I lose it, no thoughts, no flow, and then all of a sudden the post no longer makes any sense.

So please excuse this post if you can not make heads or tails out of it...I have lots of things on my mind right now. Some positive, some negative, and some are just deep thoughts or better yet ramblings of a crazy person.

Today was the first day back to school for us since the snow days and lets just say I was not curled up in the corner of the room, rocking and singing Jesus loves me at the end of the day...but it is not because I didn't want to do it!! It was a crazy day in my classroom! I am not 100% sure on why that was, I just know that I said over and over today..."sit down please, please take your seat, one at a time please , sit down please, please stop banging your markers on the table...."and on and on it could go!! My little class of sweethearts are great and were just excited to be back at school, but seriously I hope that Thursday is a better day, but in case it isn't just look for me in the corner rocking and singing to the top of my lungs!

We are going Friday for some testing for Tyler, and we have done all of these test before with EK so we are not new to the process. Although there are some things that are new to us because with EK she was so little that while it was hard to keep her awake for hours it was easy to get her to go to sleep. They want us to put Ty to bed @ normal time then wake him up in the middle of the night and keep him awake, no problem, I am a night owl so it should be easy...well they threw in a new twist, they not only want him just awake they want him to be active, really?? active?? in the middle of the night??? So what in the world and I am going to do to keep him active and not wake up the whole house, or neighborhood for that matter? The lady at the Dr.'s office suggested taking a walk, playing bball, ummm you do know its winter time outside right?? and it is going to be the middle of the night right?? I think I actually laughed at her, but do you blame me?

I warned you this post was going to be all over the place..that is how my brain is functioning right now..I feel like the dog on the movie UP... squirrel, back to normal conversation..squirrel.. haha

Warren survived another upgrade at work this week (I think it was an upgrade?? I just know it was crazy busy and he had to be there early in the morning/late at night whichever way you look at it..around 2:00 am) and EK is doing great!! I am really blessed to have such a great family!! I love them all so much!!

Well, I hope that I can get some of my post I have been working on posted this week because one of them for sure is part of my story...it is a recent one and one that not alot of people know about...it is the story from MY view point and how it effected my life, and those I love so dearly. It is my opinions, my reactions right or wrong, and it is all true, it opened my eyes to somethings that I never thought I would have to deal with, you know the saying&lt;strong&gt; NEVER SAY NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;?? This particular story showed me that there is not a more true statement then this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2621875928363251174?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2621875928363251174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2621875928363251174&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2621875928363251174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2621875928363251174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-started-lots-of-post-lately-and.html' title='Random Ramblings.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5754142419202454177</id><published>2011-01-17T14:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:12:10.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training day 1....</title><content type='html'>So the training for the 5k is getting started today.
I am nervous, excited, and really just ready to get started.

I am nervous for lots of reasons, one being I am only 8 weeks out from my shoulder surgery, I am still in PT and still not allowed to lift more then 5 lbs and well lets be completely honest here...I am getting better and back to normal but still have some pain...but I am the most nervous because I was running when I tripped and fell, that hurt my arm so bad! To say I am nervous is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt;!

I am going to try the couch to 5k running program since I am fairly new to how this all works.
So today is day one...wish me luck!!What was I thinking???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5754142419202454177?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5754142419202454177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5754142419202454177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5754142419202454177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5754142419202454177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/training-day-1.html' title='Training day 1....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5305559807757520755</id><published>2011-01-14T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:54:48.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 yrs old...double digits..when did this happen?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTD7fCbqHOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3jUJkj5sVhs/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562222050449956066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTD7fCbqHOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3jUJkj5sVhs/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTD7exKnXoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7pvaoqMwScQ/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562222045815070338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTD7exKnXoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7pvaoqMwScQ/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Tyler is turning 10 on Sunday....double digits, really?? when did this happen??? &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;He is such a special boy, and I look forward to many more birthdays with this lil man!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;He is really into sports..football, basketball, and Soccer!! He is a handsome one and very tenderhearted!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;So Happy Birthday to my lil man!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just a little video of his game last Saturday...not sure which one it is...so I hope it even has him in it..haha my computer has a mind of its own some days!! haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote about his birth story last year it is a 4 part series..it is called Remember when...so if you have some time take a look at it...this boy is a miracle..I know every child is but Tyler has a little extra miracle thrown in!! Its a good read and a even better story!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5305559807757520755?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5305559807757520755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5305559807757520755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5305559807757520755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5305559807757520755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-yrs-olddouble-digitswhen-did-this.html' title='10 yrs old...double digits..when did this happen?!?!?'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TTD7fCbqHOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3jUJkj5sVhs/s72-c/IMG_0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7407959937947528306</id><published>2011-01-13T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:36:42.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family time is the best...</title><content type='html'>I have never lived under the same roof as my two youngest sisters, I was already married when my parents adopted them.  I am so very thankful for them, and I love them very much.  They are my sisters and I can not imagine my life without them! They have loved and cared for my kiddos, and they are the best sisters anyone can ask for!
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS_CSeVE4AI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zxfBHhEvp_w/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561877687460749314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS_CSeVE4AI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zxfBHhEvp_w/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; and my mom..
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*above picture is my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; and my dad..bottom picture is of my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt;...
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS_Bk6O--PI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fQHIwiut2B0/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561876904677406962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS_Bk6O--PI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fQHIwiut2B0/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love spending time with them and as they get older I hope they feel the same way about me, and my little family.  My kiddos love them and they have learned so much from them...I am very big on family time and usually that comes first before anything else!! I am thankful to have a big family with lots of sisters, because it is wonderful whether it is baking cookies, playing on the four wheeler, or just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; out, family time is the best!!!


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7407959937947528306?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7407959937947528306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7407959937947528306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7407959937947528306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7407959937947528306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-time-is-best.html' title='Family time is the best...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS_CSeVE4AI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zxfBHhEvp_w/s72-c/IMG_0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1831443962924157294</id><published>2011-01-11T12:41:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T22:59:33.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding and playing in the snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS00o5dNp_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/LCb1IqY7ZV4/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561158992095193074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS00o5dNp_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/LCb1IqY7ZV4/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSylvo2NdYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AhJ_GDd83QM/s1600/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561001877732947330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSylvo2NdYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AhJ_GDd83QM/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;






&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSyldsx9hEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5P5wP0HwhwI/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561001569551221826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSyldsx9hEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/5P5wP0HwhwI/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of us sledding and having fun in the snow...we had another great day of it today !







&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1831443962924157294?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1831443962924157294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1831443962924157294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1831443962924157294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1831443962924157294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/sledding-and-playing-in-snow.html' title='Sledding and playing in the snow...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TS00o5dNp_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/LCb1IqY7ZV4/s72-c/IMG_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4546651123842088264</id><published>2011-01-10T09:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:34:56.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSsllZnBN2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/SPte4dy8Lb0/s1600/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560579489378940770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSsllZnBN2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/SPte4dy8Lb0/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     * &lt;em&gt;view from our front door....&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Well, we are out for a snow day today and have big plans of getting all decked out in our snow clothes and headed out to play and sled the the day away!! Warren had to work today so that is a bummer but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt; he won't be there all day as it is suppose to start snowing again this afternoon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later today I will have a great post with lots of fun pictures of the kiddos and I out playing in the snow, but for now I will just leave it with these pictures of some really beautiful snow..that is just begging us to come and play in!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560579478003013378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSslkvOyVwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/B0Vqb8KUje8/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" /&gt;                                                *&lt;em&gt;one view from our back door...&lt;/em&gt;
                                          

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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4546651123842088264?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4546651123842088264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4546651123842088264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4546651123842088264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4546651123842088264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSsllZnBN2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/SPte4dy8Lb0/s72-c/IMG_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2442763981412579938</id><published>2011-01-09T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:08:38.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>His sparkle is gone...</title><content type='html'>It is hard to think that this perfect looking child about gave us a heart attack 2 nights ago. This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man is getting back to himself, but still afraid and wants to sleep with us, which we are allowing till we know more about what happened. You can see in his eyes he is still wore out and still quite pale, but he is doing well. Although because I am the mom I still say he doesn't look good, he looks different then he normally does, if you know him you know the sparkle that is in his eyes, I think that is missing right now...but that is just me!





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&lt;div&gt;Here he is getting some advice from the coach...aka daddy!! Basketball season is always so fun because they get to spend some quality time together...Daddy and his little me!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;We let Tyler play basketball Saturday, thought it would be good for him to get back to doing normal things, that he loves so much (anything sports!!)...he is still really tired, but feeling fine.&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;We have to wait on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; clinic here in town to call and let us know when our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is, but since we are already patients there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not going to wait too long on them. I will call them myself if I have to. I want to get some of these test going, because this waiting and watching and wondering if it is going to happen again or not is whats the word I am looking for here???? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well it just really really stinks!! for a lack of a better term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a hard time turning my brain off right now. I have a horrible case of the what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt;?? I know I said I am not going to worry and I am not going to be negative and I am trying, really I am.  I am thankful I heard him, I am thankful that it only lasted 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; and he came out of it on his own, I am thankful that all the test so far have been normal.  I am however having a hard time not picturing him all contorted, his eyes rolled back, and the twitching, convulsing all of that won't leave my mind.  Every noise he makes in his sleep I am up and looking watching and really just holding my breathe till I know he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....this is all normal I know but right now that is how I am feeling...he of course knows nothing about how I am feeling towards him, his parents are being normal, loving him, playing with him, and making him do his chores and really just being the normal annoying parents we are right now..I mean he is 10 yrs old so you know how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;I am thankful for friends and family and all the prayers that have been said and are being said for Tyler. I know that his sparkle is gone right now but soon it will be back and shining brighter then ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2442763981412579938?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2442763981412579938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2442763981412579938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2442763981412579938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2442763981412579938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/his-sparkle-is-gone.html' title='His sparkle is gone...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSj6m7wU1_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/7p7z_V6Bf_c/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1808144482334845972</id><published>2011-01-07T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:05:43.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another chapter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TScqKjRMVUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fgZj14LnJxE/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559458625766577474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TScqKjRMVUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fgZj14LnJxE/s320/IMG_3918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Well, we added another chapter to our life tonight...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I refuse to be negative, I refuse to be a worry wart, I refuse to imagine how our life is going to be after tonight because we know nothing yet...and really what good could it really do?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;My Tyman has been having migraines that have been getting worse and even resulted in him throwing up at school the other day because of the pain. All week he has just said he doesn't feel good but he is isn't sick, just different. He has complained of belly pain, and headache, but has went to basketball practice, church, school and ate just fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So last night we go out to eat and have a GREAT night, the kiddos and Warren kept me entertained with being silly and doing some funny impressions of the movie "Despicable Me" it was SO funny, and really it was a great night!! We get home and get the kiddos ready for bed and after they had been in there for about an hour I hear something.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I look at Warren and say " I hear choking, is Tyler choking?" in which he replies "no, I don't hear anything" at that point I think why am I arguing with you I know I hear something...so I ran to Tyler's room as I got there I notice he is moving, then I flip on the light because he still sounds like he is choking, and that is when I see that he is not just moving he is convulsing. Eyes rolled back in his head, face distorted, drool/spit up (is he too big for it to be spit up yes, is that what it looked like though yes)and white as a ghost. He was breathing but was struggling, it lasted about 2 minutes, but in real time seemed more like an hour.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I screamed for Warren, and he got there in a flash picked him up, I got EK and out the door we went for the ER. By the time we got to the car he was alert and scared but was breathing just fine.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now we have experience with seizures, EK has had them since birth and is on 2 different meds right now to help control them, but to turn that light on and see Tyler having one is ummm well I can't write about it, it is a feeling I can't describe, it was one of the top 5 scariest things I have ever seen. We are headed to his reg Dr. today and then probably on to Nashville to see EK's ped neurologist for more testing. Everything they did at the ER last night was normal..and we are thankful for that!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Tyman has already overcome so much, spina bifda, dog attack, scoliosis this is just another chapter in his story. He is a strong smart athletic wonderful little boy that we love SO much and are SO proud of!!! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So as I said earlier I refuse to worry...yeah right who am I kidding?? ok well I am a mom that is my job!! But I am dancing it out today..praising God that he was laughing and being his silly self by the time we got home last night and that every test was normal last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1808144482334845972?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1808144482334845972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1808144482334845972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1808144482334845972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1808144482334845972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-another-chapter.html' title='Just another chapter..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TScqKjRMVUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fgZj14LnJxE/s72-c/IMG_3918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1247231893780050801</id><published>2011-01-06T08:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:00:15.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear is different then being scared..</title><content type='html'>Do you ever come home from being out and look around your house and say something along the lines of "&lt;em&gt;hmm I don't remember that being there??"&lt;/em&gt;





Well, I come home and I check everything, every time and I know whether or not something has been moved or out of place, in pretty much one glance around the room. I have this sick sense about this type of thing, I am not proud of it and wish I could turn it off.





When I was around 4 yrs old our house was broken into, more then once and one time my mother, sister and I were home. One of the nights my family and I were returning home from church on a Sunday night, I was the first one through the door, I stopped looked around and all the kitchen cabinets and drawers were open, I asked why did you leave all the doors open mom, at that moment my father pulled me back out the door by my little ponytail and put us all back in the car to wait on the police. I remember going through the house with my parents, looking at everything, the front door had been kicked in, making a list of everything that was gone or broken, and being scared of the police men.





I really don't remember much about the one incident where we were home, just stuff that I have heard from my mother about that night, but I think it is in my head and I some how refuse to remember it. Because, I have horrible very real images in my dreams of being in bed and people coming into my room and my house at night. That feeling of being watched, or just the sense of other people touching my things, sometimes these feelings happen while I am still awake and it is soo horrible. I have woke my hubby up numerous times and made him walk the house with me to prove there is no one there.





Now don't get me wrong I am not a scaredy cat that is afraid of every little bump in the night, I have a fear and a fear is different then being scared...it is much worse. I can not fully tell you how paralyzed with fear I get some nights, I can tell you for the many times that I have woke my hubby up there are a dozen more times that I lay there scared but don't want to bother him yet again.





Just about a month and a half ago our vehicles were broken into while they were parked in our driveway, I knew mine had been touched before I even got in the car..they got my purse and spent around 900 dollars on my debit card, and got my camera (that had vacation pictures on it and a ton of other things on it I wish I had now), and some other things that weren't important but was mine not theirs! Since that break in I have had a horrible time sleeping, I am fearful of every noise, the anxiousness I get before I open the door after being gone for awhile is getting worse, because I just know someone is going to have broken in my house. I wish I could turn off the looking and making sure everything is in its place, I have started doing it every where at home, my room at school, my vehicle...everywhere. The people that broke in to my vehicle had nothing on their minds but getting money or goods they could sell but with that one night they have made me feel just like that 4 year old fearful little girl all over again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1247231893780050801?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1247231893780050801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1247231893780050801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1247231893780050801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1247231893780050801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/fear-is-different-then-being-scared.html' title='Fear is different then being scared..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4821781605254635270</id><published>2011-01-05T09:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:38:17.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about me......</title><content type='html'>So where do I start with my story?? All I can think of right now is that song from the " The Sound of Music" ... (MHMM clearing my throat)......Let's start at the very beginning, the beginning is a very good place to start...





The only problem with that is, well I am not sure what beginning I want to start with??

&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558725224167055618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSSPI9Z7IQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qWn6w22W77I/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" /&gt;(*&lt;em&gt;me at Christmas..and looky that is my new way to sit..holding this stupid shoulder bc it hurts all the time..propped on a pillow bc really is there any other way to hold it?? no not for me...I am soready to feel normal again!!! atleast I am finally out of the sling though..there's a positive!!!)&lt;/em&gt;


So instead I am going to start with how I feel right now, go from here and try and get some of these thoughts together and more coherent before I dive in...



First off I am tired of this shoulder surgery crap!!! I am tried of not being able to put my own bra on, get completely dressed by myself, put my own hair in a ponytail or my favorite the messy bun!! I am tired of not being able to lift anything, to making it till about 3o'clock then feeling as if my arm is falling off, and having to take my pain meds, that I am trying desperately hard not to take because of a whole other reason...I am tired of kicking around the laundry baskets from room to room bc I can't lift them and having a hard time doing even the simplest of chores bc I have very limited use of my arm..tired of a house that looks like a tornado hit it, and tired of feeling like poo!! And I feel like poo because I still can't sleep, unless it is in the recliner or on the couch with lots of pillows...I feel like I am barely keeping my head above the water and honestly on most days just want to cover up my head and stay in the house.



On a more positive note, the hubs and I are talking with another couple about running our first 5k in April...I am so excited. I have never talked about this here but I have tried over and over to get my skinny hubby to help me work out, to be my partner in this, and it has never worked out. By that I mean he has never agreed to do it, his comments are always "I am content with being lazy.." well good for you Mr. you can eat what ever you want and be skinny, well I can't and I have never been skinny (ever I mean it, earliest memory I have is at church, and being told you by an older lady that I would be so pretty if I were not so plump so I should quit eating potatoes..)and I want to be!!!!!!So for him to agree to go through the training and run it with me words can not express how excited I am!!



I have always been the big girl, ok maybe a better way to describe myself is the funny fat girl. I was funny because I thought I had to be to have friends and such. I really truly thought that was the only reason people hung out with me, if I was funny I had no room to cry, or be sad, or even think about how big I was/am. You see I am talking about this like it is in the past, well its not! I am still the big girl, I am still the funny fat girl...guess what I am tired of being the funny fat girl!! I would love to try on the funny skinny girl that is comfortable in her own skin.



I know I embarrassed my parents, sister, grandparents. I feel like an embarrassment, a failure, it is hard for me to describe how I feel about myself...I am not blaming anyone here because I am the one to blame, but being called Shamu, chubby, fatty, and constantly being told to lose weight did not help matters. I can not describe it, I can not explain how I feel about it...all I know is I am tired of being an embarrassment, tired of thinking there is nothing I can do this is my life, I am tired of pushing myself to work my butt off and losing nothing!!!not one pound!! that is what happened 2 summers ago, went to the gym 5 days a week, watched what I ate, only drank water...so on and so forth for what....nothing!!! I didn't even drop a size in clothes, my work out partner did she lost almost 25 lbs and a sz in clothes...me nothing nada all I did was improve my endurance and prove to myself that I could do an hr on the elliptical and not die..hahaha!



I want to teach my children about living healthy, I want my daughter to be happy in her own skin, I want them both to have the confidence I never had. I want them to have a mother they can be proud of. I want my hubby to have a wife he can be proud of, he loves me no matter what, I mean he married me knowing I was a big girl, but he deserves better!!



This post is negative and I am sorry for that because that is not my style, but that is my thoughts today...and no it is not a poor pitiful me kinda feeling, it is a sick and tired kinda of feeling!!! Ready for a change and trying to figure out how to do it...so sorry for negativity and know we will be back to our regularly scheduled blog post tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4821781605254635270?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4821781605254635270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4821781605254635270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4821781605254635270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4821781605254635270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-where-do-i-start-with-my-story-all-i.html' title='It&apos;s all about me......'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSSPI9Z7IQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/qWn6w22W77I/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2177551999567985495</id><published>2011-01-04T19:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:52:31.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSPLu_3waZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IjD0sATkm10/s1600/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558510373385038226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSPLu_3waZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IjD0sATkm10/s320/IMG_0099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Well, today was the first day back to school for the kiddos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to work today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all I could think about all day was my precious kiddos and how much fun we had over break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't do much, we played Wii games, watched movies, and was, well just plain lazy in every sense of the word!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved having my kiddos with me, I always dread school starting in the fall, and hate when breaks are over and they have to go back...but as they get older I am hating it more and more because I feel like they are growing so fast, I have very limited time with them as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day back to reality, and man I wasn't ready for it...but then again when am I ever???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 * &lt;em&gt;the pics are of us being lazy having a movie fest one day..don't I have the most beautiful babies...love them soo much!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2177551999567985495?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2177551999567985495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2177551999567985495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2177551999567985495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2177551999567985495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSPLu_3waZI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IjD0sATkm10/s72-c/IMG_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3423488208970651368</id><published>2011-01-03T01:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:23:23.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash Bags that seem to Smile Smugly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSFtVAc5aXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZWVhlWFlMwA/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557843622817786226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSFtVAc5aXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZWVhlWFlMwA/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I have mentioned this before but here it goes again.....I hate to wrap presents!!

No it is not because I am lazy, and no it is not because I am not gifted in the wrapping department.. (no pun intended "gifted" haha get it..oh never mind..just leave me to my dorkish ways )

This picture is prime reason..#1...top of the list why I despise it soo!!!

Lets think about this for a minute, shall we???

Time put into wrapping vs. time it takes to get unwrapped!!

Hmm no question it is not even close...I mean there is the cutting, taping, folding down of corners just right, putting the bow on just soo, using different paper for each gift so it is beautiful under the tree, finding the space and time when no one is going to be trying to sneak a peek, to always running out of the right size paper with only one more gift to go!

Then it comes to opening them..ready, set, go.....cue the smile, the thanks, and the wadded up ball of paper thrown toward the trash bag!! TA-DA!! 

I will always wrap my gifts, I will always hate it but I will always do it.

Why?? you ask???

The unknown, the surprise, the shock value!!

 In this day and age there isn't much of that left. Kids are growing up faster and becoming less and less innocent at an earlier age.  But all of us turn into little kids when it comes to a wrapped present.

I know I do, I start thinking what is it? What did I ask for that could be that size?? Will I like it?? (screaming even if it is only in my head What is it?? what is it??over and over again) I Can't wait to open it!!!

So even though the trash bag at the end of all the festivities is all full of the disregarded paper and seems to always be smiling smugly at me every year...

I will never take away the innocence that comes with a wrapped gift!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3423488208970651368?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3423488208970651368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3423488208970651368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3423488208970651368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3423488208970651368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/trash-bags-that-seem-to-smile-smugly.html' title='Trash Bags that seem to Smile Smugly...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TSFtVAc5aXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ZWVhlWFlMwA/s72-c/IMG_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8925381807992568761</id><published>2011-01-02T08:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:35:31.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture taking is fun....</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_zTsYgnGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LJZQ_M0CJLo/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427984855506018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_zTsYgnGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LJZQ_M0CJLo/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Tyman and his best bud Evan!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_y737McPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gkeay-6It6E/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427575636914418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_y737McPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Gkeay-6It6E/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;



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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yr7mJnZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TLZgplAe3rA/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427301744483730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yr7mJnZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TLZgplAe3rA/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;me trying to be artsy with the box from my camera &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the tree in the back ground....&lt;/em&gt;




&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yltxkrgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XgA-x_ZnJGU/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427194955083266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yltxkrgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XgA-x_ZnJGU/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my favorite antique Santa face that hangs at my in-laws every yr.. &lt;/em&gt;





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_ycewmgFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cQBe9GSHitE/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557427036305653842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_ycewmgFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cQBe9GSHitE/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;trying to be artsy again, mirror with tree in it, please remember I had just got the camera and was trying anyting and everything!!! hahaha I am a dork I know :) &lt;/em&gt;





&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yLM3pZkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kw7Cj0TBXhw/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557426739445589570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_yLM3pZkI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kw7Cj0TBXhw/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;my tired , sweet Emily Klair...&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;div&gt;This post is just some random pictures that I have been taking with my new camera, still learning all about it, and having fun (maybe driving my kids and family crazy in the process!!) snapping away at anything and everything!!! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;HMMM? Looking at these photos I am now thinking how can I get someone to buy me a photo shop program for my computer so I can edit and play with all these great photos I am going to start taking???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8925381807992568761?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8925381807992568761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8925381807992568761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8925381807992568761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8925381807992568761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-taking-is-fun.html' title='Picture taking is fun....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TR_zTsYgnGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LJZQ_M0CJLo/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-10602536106322938</id><published>2011-01-01T14:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:47:16.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the New Year...</title><content type='html'>We went to some friends house and rung in the New Year with some fun times dancing it out on the Wii with Just Dance 2...fun times and some really great memories!!



I think that is going to be my motto this yr...

"LIFE'S NOT ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS...
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.."
                                                                                   -VIVIAN GREENE

I am going to dance through 2011, do I think that some days are going to be harder then others? YES I DO!! Do I think that some days I am not going to feel like dancing it out much less going through the motions?? YES I DO!! But I am going to try my hardest to dance it out!!!

I love new beginnings and am looking forward to what 2011 has in store for me and my family.

This blog is about my family and as I have stated before, this year I am going to be writing some of my story and how God is working in our lives, with that being said I am going to be raw and honest and some of it may be negative, but all of it is true and all of it is how and why I am the way I am...right or wrong! 

I hope that this year brings all of you much love, much happiness, and many blessings!!! I hope that you all will join me in this new year, new journey and most of all I hope you all will

DANCE IT OUT WITH ME....BRING ON 2011!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-10602536106322938?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/10602536106322938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=10602536106322938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/10602536106322938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/10602536106322938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2011/01/dancing-in-new-year.html' title='Dancing in the New Year...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7847211508298915548</id><published>2010-12-28T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:43:41.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited..so surprised...in awe really!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9675c93ec6984834" 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;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Christmas is now complete and as of an hour ago even the house is back to normal. The tree is taken down and thrown out by the curb, the presents are all put up in the kiddos room (now lets not get crazy here..they are not organized or anything just put in the kiddos room..hehe),and we are all ready for a fresh new start in 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have not made resolutions in years, but I have set some realistic goals this year. On top of that list is to get healthier, &lt;em&gt;*not lose weight ...that will just be a bonus&lt;/em&gt; to eat healthy and exercise more.
(my parents got the whole family a trip to Disney World in May and I want to be alot healthier before the trip)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also one of my goals is to do better with the blogging and video/picture taking of my fast growing children.  I would also like to do more speaking and teaching, and writing about God and how he has worked and is continuing to work in my life.  We all have stories but I have been told repeatedly that I should write a book so I think that maybe I should share my story, so that is one of my goals this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year I had two things on my list..a flip camera and a Rebel Cannon camera. Well I got the flip and was over the moon not really expecting to get the other one, well last night Warren's parents surprised us all and gave us all one!! to say I was shocked, surprised and down right in awe would be a understatement!!!! 
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7847211508298915548?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7847211508298915548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7847211508298915548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7847211508298915548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7847211508298915548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-excitedso-surprisedin-awe-really.html' title='So excited..so surprised...in awe really!!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4204839224032971817</id><published>2010-12-26T13:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:40:49.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over...</title><content type='html'>For most of the world Christmas is done...we at the Robinson's however have one more Christmas to go..tomorrow we will go to Nanny and D's (aka Warren's parents..) and celebrate Christmas with his brother and sister and their families..a total of 7 children! Fun times and lots of noise..we are having breakfast for dinner, so I am making chocolate chip pancakes, strawberry pancakes, and blueberry pancakes...yummy makes my stomach growl thinking about it!

I am still working on one of the presents for them..fingers crossed I can get it all done!!

We had a great Christmas morning..minus one minor thing.

Have I ever mentioned before how great my kiddos are?? Well if I haven't then let me tell you I have the greatest kiddos ever!!

FYI..if you think that doing the whole Santa thing is lying to your child and is going to mess them up in some way then I suggest you quit reading...we believe in our house about Santa and we want our children to enjoy the magical, fantasy for as long as possible..to not lose that part of being an innocent child...but that is just us.

Emily Klair got the "Tangled" tower doll house that she wanted so bad. Well, Santa (let me tell you Santa looked all over for it..) could not find the doll and horse that went with it..but could only find Flynn Ryder...so on Christmas morning as she is looking for her doll to start playing with the great new dollhouse..we inform her that the doll must have fallen off the sleigh (or off the face of the planet haha..bc seriously it was no where to be found!!) and that one day soon she would find it magically here at the house...she picked up Flynn and started playing...no fussing, no sad face, no crying, no whining!! She was so excited to get the tower and play with it that she didn't even care about the doll not being there..again I say, I have some pretty great kiddos!!

I hope that everyone had a great Christmas and guess what I got my flip camera I have been asking for...whoo hoo so here is a short video I did yesterday morning..excuse the mess and the yawning did I mention we have been very busy around here and we are all worn out!!

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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4204839224032971817?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4204839224032971817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4204839224032971817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4204839224032971817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4204839224032971817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Christmas is over...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3620016864950540578</id><published>2010-12-22T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T15:54:23.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not here it comes...</title><content type='html'>Well I am no where ready for Christmas!! NO WHERE READY!!

I haven't finished my shopping ,don't know what I am making for all the Christmas dinners I am attending....nothing is wrapped..but yet it is only two days away!!

I have no motivation and while I look forward to spending time with my family I do not look forward to all the gift wrapping, cooking, and feeling rushed.

But READY OR NOT HERE IT COMES....

so Merry Christmas to you all!!! and hopefully the next blog post will be filled with new pics from my new camera..whether it be a still camera or a flip...I have fingers crossed for both!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3620016864950540578?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3620016864950540578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3620016864950540578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3620016864950540578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3620016864950540578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/ready-or-not-here-it-comes.html' title='Ready or not here it comes...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3757491248346668427</id><published>2010-12-13T15:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:49:18.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness and in health...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQjfTV0u8GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DtxYAhxmHuM/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550932064102969442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQjfTV0u8GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DtxYAhxmHuM/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Mine and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;War's&lt;/span&gt; anniversary is just around the corner. December 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to be exact!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;I am not sure what I was thinking when we set our date in Dec. ?? Crazy times were had the year we got married let me tell you.&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;I got to thinking the other day that Warren and I have been together for 18 yrs!! We dated since we were 15 got married at 19...and will celebrate 14 yrs of marriage this yr. Wow 18 yrs, it has went by so fast and yet at times it seems like we have been together forever.&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Warren and I have faced many things that people our age has never even thought about. I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with him, and completely understood what marriage was all about, that there was no turning back once we said "I do" that was it. Sure there are circumstances that could or would make things change our situation but for all intense purposes we said "I do" for forever! I was proud to walk down that aisle and take those vows, I said them all and meant everyone from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Did I understand them fully? Did I know what I was saying?? Was I so happy to finally be Mrs. Warren Robinson, that I would of said anything? Was I just into the wedding planning?? &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Yes and no to all of the above. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt;? you ask??&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;OK when I was 19 my life was all about me, all about my dreams and I knew my life would be prefect I just knew it would be. I mean why not?? I was a good girl, and had a great man I was in love with and going to spend the rest of my life with. He had big plans, and together we were going to have a great life.
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&lt;div&gt;Now don't get me wrong this post is not about how horrible my life is our how hard things are in fact this post is not negative at all..so just bear with me please!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I did mean my vows with every part of my heart, BUT I didn't fully understand them. Not until life happens and you actually don't have the perfect little life you always dream of do you know what you were saying with those vows.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;After 14 yrs of marriage and a little, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; let me be completely honest here &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; OF "life" thrown at us, some of it good and some of it hard, some if it sad and some of it happy, I can finally say that I not only said :&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;IN SICKNESS IN HEALTH&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;FOR RICHER OR POORER &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;TILL DEATH DO US PART&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;But I MEANT them and now fully UNDERSTAND them!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I am proud to be MRS. WARREN ROBINSON and even though we have had LOTS OF LIFE we have also had LOTS OF LOVE and I wouldn't trade it for anything and I am just as much in love as the day we got married!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3757491248346668427?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3757491248346668427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3757491248346668427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3757491248346668427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3757491248346668427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In sickness and in health...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQjfTV0u8GI/AAAAAAAAAT0/DtxYAhxmHuM/s72-c/069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-42788546069495461</id><published>2010-12-11T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T10:39:32.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my little sisters BIRTHDAY~~



So Happy Birthday Andrea...I hope you have a great day! I hope you know how much I look up to you and am proud that you are my sister.



You are a great mom, and you are a great teacher, great friend, wonderful aunt, and a excellent Christian example to all that know you!! You are brave and strong in ways I could never be..Thank you for all you do YOU are appreciated and loved more then you know!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-42788546069495461?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/42788546069495461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=42788546069495461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/42788546069495461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/42788546069495461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5754995692413828757</id><published>2010-12-10T01:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:02:45.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the map...</title><content type='html'>I moved around a lot while I was younger.



I hated and loved it all at the same time.



Sometimes I get the moving bug, and I have it right now. I want to get out of town and not just for a vacay! I would love to live in the mountains, the beach, a big city, anywhere else....



I would love to pick my family of four up and just leave, go anywhere, as long as it is far far away. It is not like I don't like it here in Tn, it is not because I want to leave my big family, it is not because I don't have a wonderful life here.



Because I DO have a wonderful life, I love having my kiddos have their grandparents down the road, I love that my hubby works 5 min from the house, I love my church family, I love that I coach at the same high school I graduated from, I love all my friends, I really do love where I live...



BUT SOME DAYS I WOULD LOVE TO BE OFF THE MAP! Just to get away and get a new set of friends, get a new house, new school, new job, new church family.

What if we did it, just up and left?? Would we be sorry? Would we regret it? Would we be grateful for the life we once had?? Who knows?

When we moved from MI to TN when I was 13 I hated it!! I hated this town, the new school, the new "friends" or lack there of, hated the new church...but in the end it was the best thing my parents did, I honestly believe I would be a totally different person with a totally different life.

So see sometimes getting OFF THE MAP and away from what you know and are comfortable with can be a blessing and I sometimes feel like we the Robinson's may be missing out on something new and exciting in a different town, in a different state..hmm? just some thoughts I have been really thinking about lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5754995692413828757?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5754995692413828757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5754995692413828757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5754995692413828757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5754995692413828757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-map.html' title='Off the map...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1078128966170435569</id><published>2010-12-08T15:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:45:40.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how sweet he has your nose..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQAKD-DzwiI/AAAAAAAAATU/GiMrND2Uja0/s1600/DSCN1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548445804235309602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQAKD-DzwiI/AAAAAAAAATU/GiMrND2Uja0/s320/DSCN1665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;When my little man was born he was beautiful!! He had brown eyes and dark hair and the most perfect little face and well he is still a beautiful boy!! I know I know boys are suppose to be handsome not beautiful but sorry my boy is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; why I am blogging today??Tyler is me made over, he acts like me, talks like me, has my nose, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; he has my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I could take it away for him, as someone that suffers with them it really breaks my heart to see him suffer so. Today, he got sent home from school because he let it go to long before he told someone and ended up getting sick with it. I hate that he suffered most of the day at school. He is very stubborn (my hubby says he also gets this from me..but I beg to differ!) and responsible too and wanted to make it all day so he wouldn't miss any homework or anything, bless him!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Heredity is a great thing when it comes to noses, and eyes and such but sometimes it can really stink...Here is to hoping my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tyman&lt;/span&gt; gets to feeling better soon!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1078128966170435569?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1078128966170435569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1078128966170435569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1078128966170435569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1078128966170435569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-how-sweet-he-has-your-nose.html' title='oh how sweet he has your nose..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TQAKD-DzwiI/AAAAAAAAATU/GiMrND2Uja0/s72-c/DSCN1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8156403026650266908</id><published>2010-12-07T23:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:12:33.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to worry or not to worry??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP8gCB3oW3I/AAAAAAAAATM/h_NTz7vAOMo/s1600/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548188485177334642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP8gCB3oW3I/AAAAAAAAATM/h_NTz7vAOMo/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;(gotta love this precious face...EK playing with my camera, have I mentioned how much I miss this camera?? )&lt;/em&gt;


For those of you that know me you know that I tend to be a worrier. Big shocker, I know right!





I worry about what people think of me and my family, I worry about the kiddos and their health issues, I worry about Warren, my parents, brothers and sisters, my in-laws...what can I say I worry!!





Emily Klair is doing really well on her new seizure meds, and hasn't had a seizure that we know of in a while. I am soo thankful for this and praise God everyday that she goes seizure free.





These last few weeks I have started to notice somethings that are worrying me about EK. Now mind you school hasn't said anything to me yet, but if she is this way at school I am sure to get that call soon. She has been forgetful...I know what you are thinking, isn't she only 7 almost 8 next week..wow that soon I can't believe that..sorry got off track back to what you were saying isn't she only 7 aren't all kids forgetful??yes she is only 7 and kids are suppose to be forgetful, but this is different.





She is doing something and literally 5 minutes later having no idea she did it, or said it, and it isn't every time or even everyday. But when it does happen it happens numerous times, like forgetting if she took her meds, or forgetting what she wore all day even though she took it off and changed clothes not 15 mins earlier, doing her homework but having no idea she already finished it...going shopping and not remembering the color dress she picked out and bought?? There are many more examples but these are just a few...





So right now I am debating googling because my fear is that this is a type of seizure...or even worse a side affect from one of the meds..and the last thing I want is to start messing with her meds again! So right now I am in the middle of the all the time ever present thought process of is this something I need to worry or not worry about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8156403026650266908?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8156403026650266908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8156403026650266908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8156403026650266908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8156403026650266908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-worry-or-not-to-worry.html' title='to worry or not to worry??'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP8gCB3oW3I/AAAAAAAAATM/h_NTz7vAOMo/s72-c/DSCN1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6868844869874053473</id><published>2010-12-06T02:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:28:13.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice or Naughty list??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP0qStxMJtI/AAAAAAAAATE/AMCUAm6okcM/s1600/DSCN1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547636817002243794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP0qStxMJtI/AAAAAAAAATE/AMCUAm6okcM/s320/DSCN1782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;There are many words that people could use to describe me...or ahem excuse me have used to describe me. Lets see there are the words that are perfectly true, like mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend, coach, teacher,Christian...there are those words I hope are truly true such as friendly, funny, smart, pretty, sweetheart, but then what about the words I know are true but don't like about myself like fat, grouchy, smart mouthed, loud ...so on and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I always say every year that I would really like to change my eating habits, get healthier, exercise more..blah blah same song different verse...Here lately all and I mean ALL of my friends have become runners, and not just get up in the morning runners but full marathon runners...I admire them so much. I have tried and tried and I am not a runner!! I do like to work out and love to be active...but have not done enough or kept it constant enough to do any good.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I have always been the big girl in the room, and have blogged about this before, but since this surgery has thrown me for such a loop I am ready to be doing something, ANYTHING active right now. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I am not a couch parent, I play with my kiddos and keep them very active which in turn means I am active but would like to be much more in shape!!! not too mention much more attractive and skinny... so I have asked for a bike for Christmas that is one of my kiddos favorite things in the world so I am hoping to get one and be able to start riding and get in better shape and maybe even lose some weight. So I figure if I blog about it and post pics then maybe I have a better shot at keeping up with it this year.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;But first I have to get a bike...fingers crossed I have been good enough this year to find my name on the nice list and not the naughty list!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(the picture at the top is of some of my amazing teens from church and my sil..I am the biggest one in the picture...it is the only picture I could find of myself that showed my whole body...so it will be my beginning pic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6868844869874053473?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6868844869874053473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6868844869874053473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6868844869874053473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6868844869874053473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/nice-or-naughty-list.html' title='Nice or Naughty list??'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TP0qStxMJtI/AAAAAAAAATE/AMCUAm6okcM/s72-c/DSCN1782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8123267347827132479</id><published>2010-12-02T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:08:04.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks and counting..</title><content type='html'>Well it has been two weeks now from my shoulder surgery and each day gets better and better.
I have not even started Christmas shopping yet, or putting up Christmas decorations around the house.  So right now we at the Robinson house look like a bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Grinch's&lt;/span&gt;...

We had a great Thanksgiving, we spent it with friends and family.  I did not make it to Warren's grandmothers because of the surgery but he and the kiddos went and had a great time.  I did get to go down the road to my mom's house and they joined me there later in the day.  So tech. we did not get to eat Thanksgiving dinner together but we still got to spend some great quality time together, playing games, being silly, and just overall enjoying one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anothers&lt;/span&gt; company.

Wish I had some photos to share but still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; replaced the camera that was stolen.  Hoping to get one for Christmas.

Next week Tyler is marching in the Christmas parade here in town with the jump rope team, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; then doing a program for the PTA..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; will also be singing in the program. Maybe we can borrow a camera so I can post some pics of the fun events!!

Hoping to get in the Christmas spirit this weekend, and get the house and tree all decorated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8123267347827132479?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8123267347827132479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8123267347827132479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8123267347827132479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8123267347827132479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Two weeks and counting..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1522944069605561638</id><published>2010-11-21T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:12:13.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not fun not fun at all...</title><content type='html'>well I have been down for a week..had shoulder surgery and let me just say I am miserable!!

I have had lots of surgeries, and none let me say that again...NONE have ever hurt like this.  I can not get comfortable no matter what I try.  I am waiting for this each day gets better and better thing to kick in because right now I am in misery!!

So today I am thankful for strong pain medicines...because this shoulder surgery stuff is not fun not fun at all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1522944069605561638?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1522944069605561638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1522944069605561638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1522944069605561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1522944069605561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-fun-not-fun-at-all.html' title='not fun not fun at all...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6603147388204449063</id><published>2010-11-14T22:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:46:41.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to be Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TOC6aouHN4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/BN3GLkVeMYU/s1600/DSCN1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632508435904386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TOC6aouHN4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/BN3GLkVeMYU/s320/DSCN1663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TOC6ZoMP36I/AAAAAAAAASc/gH5EQfDcbPE/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632491113996194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TOC6ZoMP36I/AAAAAAAAASc/gH5EQfDcbPE/s320/094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankful for lots of fun family memories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6603147388204449063?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6603147388204449063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6603147388204449063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6603147388204449063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6603147388204449063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-for-lots-of-fun-family.html' title='Lots to be Thankful for...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TOC6aouHN4I/AAAAAAAAAS8/BN3GLkVeMYU/s72-c/DSCN1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7442010281508459630</id><published>2010-11-13T22:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:38:38.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>roof over our heads....</title><content type='html'>Well I missed a day yesterday so this post is gonna have two things I am thankful for in it.

The first thing I am thankful for is my church family. I have been blessed to be at the same church since I was a teenager. While awhile at college I found a church home there but it was never the same. When Warren and I moved back to Columbia we knew right away where we would be going to church. It is truly a blessing to have such wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ to worship with.

Today was give away day and while I type this my eyes are wanting to close, I am exhausted. We saw right around 550 people today. It is such a reminder at how blessed we truly are. So tonight I am thankful for my home. Small as it may be and not decorated with the finest things, and there are things that need to be fixed, it is a home. It is full of love, laughter, tears, joy,and fun. It keeps us cool in the hot southern summers, warm in the winter, and dry from the rain. I am thankful for the roof over our heads that we had made our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7442010281508459630?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7442010281508459630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7442010281508459630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7442010281508459630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7442010281508459630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/roof-over-our-heads.html' title='roof over our heads....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1843897929263384289</id><published>2010-11-11T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:47:36.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K is the place to be...</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for my job...

I have the best job in all the world..I work two days a week and I am on the same school schedule as my children...we we get all breaks and holidays off together.  I am extremely thankful for my job...

There are days that I miss my salon and really miss all things hair but for the most part I have the best of both worlds, that makes it all worth it.

I mean who else get to play, be silly with, make fun crafts, and cuddle with some of the greatest kids in the world and still get paid for it??  Let me tell you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-K is the place to be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1843897929263384289?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1843897929263384289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1843897929263384289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1843897929263384289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1843897929263384289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/pre-k-is-place-to-be.html' title='Pre-K is the place to be...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6755696166779257408</id><published>2010-11-10T09:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:47:45.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNrI10ih4ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/RpJMmD_x5EA/s1600/DSCN1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537959518767538578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNrI10ih4ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/RpJMmD_x5EA/s320/DSCN1752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNrI08ROmQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9MctEMxBwd0/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537959503662586114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNrI08ROmQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/9MctEMxBwd0/s320/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am very thankful for my friends...some of which are very much like family so I guess in away this is still a "thankful for family" post...


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&lt;div&gt;Through out the years I have had many friends, and over the years my definition of friends have changed quite a bit. &lt;/div&gt;
I have friends young and old. I have some friends that are "our" friends meaning couple friends that Warren and I both get along with, go on family dates with, family vacays with, and enjoy spending time with. I have my fun loving group of girls that I go on a summer beach trip with each year that you can read about in my old post called Friends...I think it is in the July 2008 post, then the post right after that has pics of those I talk about in that post(if you have a min take a look at it, it sums up how much I love those girls) . I have friends that I have had since childhood. I have friends that have become friends because we have kids the same age and are going through the same challenges and facing the same struggles. I am a people person, I love to talk to, hang out with, be silly with and overall just like being with people...I have a lot of friends and everyone of them are different in so many ways as is our relationships...I love my friends and are very Thankful for each and everyone of them!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6755696166779257408?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6755696166779257408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6755696166779257408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6755696166779257408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6755696166779257408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNrI10ih4ZI/AAAAAAAAASU/RpJMmD_x5EA/s72-c/DSCN1752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5945319966205492522</id><published>2010-11-09T15:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:11:36.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FaMiLy....3</title><content type='html'>So I have been looking through my photos today trying to find some good ones for this post...and it is sad...I have some great pictures don't get me wrong but it is sad because they are all from last fall,winter, and spring...since our camera was stolen a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; ago along with everything in my purse..(trust me it was quite the ordeal) we have nothing from this summer..no family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; pics, no first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vball&lt;/span&gt; camp pics, nothing of us being silly and having fun in the pool...nothing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;..oh well what are you going to do???

 "Thankful for my family"

Today I am thankful for all my sisters and brothers...mine and Warren's! We may not always see eye to eye but in the end we love and laugh .....do not know where I would be without them!!! I Love all of them...

Andrea &amp;amp; Jamie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesi&lt;/span&gt;, Matthew, Christopher &amp;amp; Marsha, Stephanie &amp;amp; Shawn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5945319966205492522?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5945319966205492522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5945319966205492522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5945319966205492522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5945319966205492522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/family3.html' title='FaMiLy....3'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3408317789957407682</id><published>2010-11-08T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:39:02.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FaMiLy..2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNgm09shtpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ttHXlceH7LU/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537218433208399506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNgm09shtpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ttHXlceH7LU/s320/099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Warren and I have a huge family...I am the oldest of 5 and Warren is the baby of 3! &lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Today i am "thankful for my family"..this post is about my in-laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;They too were high school sweethearts, they were great parents to Warren. They taught him how to be loving, kind, and a wonderful husband and father. They are great Grandparents to our children (aka nanny and D),they come to almost all of the kiddos games and special programs. They have a strong faith and have passed that on to their children. They have led by example when it comes to putting family first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Today I am thankful for my in-laws....without them I wouldn't have the hubby I have today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps...I have no pictures of my father in law bc he is always taking them...so this is the best I got right now.....just another reason I am thankful for him...he is a great photographer and keeps us all up to date with great photo memories!!!&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/4824018093495499127-3408317789957407682?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3408317789957407682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3408317789957407682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3408317789957407682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3408317789957407682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/family2.html' title='FaMiLy..2'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNgm09shtpI/AAAAAAAAARs/ttHXlceH7LU/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-509917579743169316</id><published>2010-11-07T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:11:17.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FaMiLy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I am about an hour and half away from not having a post today..not because I haven't thought about it or because I was not sure what I was Thankful for...but because I was trying to decide how I wanted to do this..lump them all together or take them one at a time, so I have decided I am going to do both....That's right it is my blog so I can do what I want right???&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So the first of "thankful for my family" is going to be a post about my parents....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;My parents were high school sweethearts..they also married when they were young...they have always showed love and kindness for me and for everyone they know. They have opened their hearts and their home for more then one child..three to be exact. They sacrificed a lot to send me to a private Christian high school and college. They were always and still are always there for me...they took me church taught me about God and Jesus..taught me right from wrong. I never wanted for anything...they were great parents!!! Words can not express how much I love and admire them...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Now they are wonderful grandparents (aka Granny and Pa)to my kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;ps..the pic is from last winter..we never get snow but we had a great big snow last winter and we had a great weekend of fun playing and being silly in the snow...I know you can't really see them but this is one of my favorites..because it's them...playful and loving!!!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I AM THANKFUL FOR MY PARENTS.....
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&lt;div&gt;Emily Klair...EK&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;beautiful, sweet, 2nd grader, gymnastics gal, great reader, softball player, soccer player, sister, daughter, friend, content with any situation, living and handling a seizure disorder, toothless, swimmer, four wheel rider, loves to climb anything...a true monkey, fearless, very tough chic....and much much more...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Tyler Neil....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Sports playing, kind hearted, adorable, 4th grader, smart, president of student council, brother, friend, speech maker, Bible reader, song leader, silly, video game playing, person living with spina bifda occulta, MIRACLE and much much more.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am thankful for my little man... I love you Tyler.....you will always be my little man....&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/4824018093495499127-2963279293586327651?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2963279293586327651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2963279293586327651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2963279293586327651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2963279293586327651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-man.html' title='Little man.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TNQKuYaGdCI/AAAAAAAAARM/UvgETpxJiRs/s72-c/IMG_3933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4945814373594302686</id><published>2010-11-04T13:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T14:19:06.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DO....."</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful for those two little words  "I Do"...

My husband and I met when we were 15 yrs old, at church camp.  We became fast friends and had a blast that whole week.  After we got back from camp he was baptized and I called to congratulate him, that phone call lasted for over 2 hrs.... That was the beginning of some really great memories.

Warren and I have been through alot, we got married at 19 yrs old, he was a sophomore at Harding University in Arkansas, and I was in beauty school in the same college town.  We were broke, at that time he went to school and worked part time at a small department store,while I also went to school but I worked full time as a waitress during the week and at a popular ice cream parlor on weekends.  It was a mad house, we hardly ever saw each other but when we did it was great....I loved that first year!! I was wore out but I loved it, most people say your first year is your hardest of marriage but for us it was one of the best.

We have always been the best of friends, now don't get me wrong even best friends fight, get on each others nerves and overall just don't get along sometimes, and we have had our fair share of fights and such.  But you see here is where our relationship vary from some...we are in it for the long haul...we understand that there will be rough patches, highs and lows, we know that a good marriage is one that is worked on consistently, and we really do work on it...we are not perfect, we are not pretending to be something we are not. 

I love my husband and today that is what I am thankful for....two little words that make me his and him mine...."I DO".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4945814373594302686?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4945814373594302686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4945814373594302686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4945814373594302686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4945814373594302686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-do.html' title='&quot;I DO.....&quot;'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7405455179333820556</id><published>2010-11-03T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:36:08.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give-away day..</title><content type='html'>well it's just around the corner..and I have to say that I love this day because it is a fun family day for us....Tyler helps, EK helps, Warren and I help, and we have a great time being with our church family.

This time of year always makes me think of how blessed we truly are, how much we really have and how much we take for granted. 

I am thankful for many things...and many people are using their Facebook status to say something they are thankful for everyday for the whole month of November...so instead of FB I am going to do a post (ok try to do a post everyday lets be honest here....)everyday saying what I am thankful for.

This weekend was my annual retreat with the teens at church to Guntersville...and our theme was "Identity" and we had some really great lessons...so here is what I am thankful for today:

I am thankful for Jesus who died on the cross for me and my sins...I am thankful that I can now change my name to "forgiven".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7405455179333820556?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7405455179333820556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7405455179333820556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7405455179333820556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7405455179333820556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-away-day.html' title='Give-away day..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4975657349921273921</id><published>2010-11-01T14:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:28:18.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The happenings of a very busy family....</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a while and there really are no excuses...although we have been one busy family! I started my volleyball season the 2nd week in July, and have just finished it. We had a great season finishing as District Champs again this year and 3rd overall in Regions! I am very proud of all my girls and will miss our 7 seniors greatly next year!!

Tyler took a break this fall from soccer..gasp, I know right?..to play football and he really liked it. He was the... wait for it wait for it...KICKER! and he did a wonderful job! He also got some time in as tail back, and tight end, and running back I believe..I know he kicked the ball, ran the ball and did some great blocking!!! He learned alot and had a great time with it. His team just won the Championship this Saturday 33-6!!! He is on the jump rope team again this year at school and is loving that also. He is a busy guy right now he was just voted president of the student council at his school, he is on the safety patrol, and has already started his song leading, and Bible reading lessons at church. He is a great little boy and he amazes me everyday...

Emily Klair is loving gymnastics, she is learning to do cartwheels, hand stands, and has started work on front hand springs. She loves the balance beam (makes me a nervous wreck) and is making progress on the bars..she is quite the little monkey!! She did volleyball camp with me this summer and she did rather well for a 7 year old. She loves to read and has her nose in a book all the time!! She is still quite the drama queen (again still not sure where she gets that from)and is actually very funny...she is going to be doing puppets this year at lads to leaders. Her seizures are under control right now, she has been on two different medicines for the last few months and it seems to be the right meds for her. WE are very thankful everyday that goes by that she has not had a seizure!!! She is beautiful and kind and the most loving little girl I have ever met...

Warren has been busy at work, but he is still the best dad in the whole world. I am thankful to have a great husband like him. I am looking forward to this time of year because for us it is the time we slow down and do not have soo much going on. I hope we can take some time for ourselves and go out on some dates...sometimes I miss having him all to myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4975657349921273921?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4975657349921273921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4975657349921273921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4975657349921273921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4975657349921273921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/11/happenings-of-very-busy-family.html' title='The happenings of a very busy family....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-991630137674405555</id><published>2010-06-15T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:10:16.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture updates!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx6dsMigI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sEVp7CT6dO8/s1600/DSCN1786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187426795751938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx6dsMigI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sEVp7CT6dO8/s320/DSCN1786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx54m4cII/AAAAAAAAAQs/7_uKmDjayXQ/s1600/DSCN1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187416841351298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx54m4cII/AAAAAAAAAQs/7_uKmDjayXQ/s320/DSCN1796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx5s4bcEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_9G0lmebyzU/s1600/DSCN1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187413693722690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx5s4bcEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_9G0lmebyzU/s320/DSCN1789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx5MTlA6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/b6bYqLWA45g/s1600/DSCN1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483187404949226402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx5MTlA6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/b6bYqLWA45g/s320/DSCN1785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;These last few weeks have been a whirlwind...from church camp, to the birth of my new precious nephew, to just getting into a new summer routine.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really enjoyed getting to spend some fun time with my nieces during these past two weeks...
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are both sweethearts and cute as all get out!! here are some of the pictures I took of us playing and having a great time in the sun at Granny's house in her pool....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-991630137674405555?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/991630137674405555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=991630137674405555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/991630137674405555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/991630137674405555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-updates.html' title='Picture updates!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/TBgx6dsMigI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/sEVp7CT6dO8/s72-c/DSCN1786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-1338778388419800984</id><published>2010-06-08T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:39:49.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers...</title><content type='html'>My family is no stranger to the power of prayer.  From the first time I really realized how prayer works when I was 13 and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother was so sick and needed a surgery that had never been performed before to the birth of my son and then with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; and her seizures, to the birth of my beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt;...to this last year and the journey we all went on with my dad.  Prayer works and right now I am praying hard that this surgery goes well with my sweet nephew today.  I am praying that God gives Jamie and Andrea peace that only he can. 

I am praying for the girls who are doing great but who do miss their mommy and daddy.  I am praying for all of us to give them the love and support so that they don't even realize how long it has been since they have been at home and on some sort of routine.Yesterday was a fun day for the girls we went swimming and had a fun day in the sun...they are both sweethearts and I love them like crazy!!

Today I would like for all that read this to join me in prayers on behalf of the Spears family...esp for Baby Anderson and his surgery today!!

I have some great pictures to post of yesterday....so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/span&gt; I can get them up and on here sometime today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-1338778388419800984?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/1338778388419800984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=1338778388419800984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1338778388419800984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/1338778388419800984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/06/prayers.html' title='Prayers...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-866985008493290977</id><published>2010-03-23T14:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:26:04.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies and bullfrogs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S6wZ7PEvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JVuRdpqYzXs/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452761754288210850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S6wZ7PEvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JVuRdpqYzXs/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S6wZ63OxKqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kEs9wIKm1cQ/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452761747887827618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S6wZ63OxKqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kEs9wIKm1cQ/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div&gt;My children differ in more ways then just their gender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Tyler doesn't like chocolate candy...Emily Klair loves it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Tyler loves sports...Emily Klair enjoys them but could live without them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Tyler is soo not a dare-devil...Emily Klair seems to have no fear!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Tyler is very independent....Emily Klair not so much..she needs us much more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Tyler school comes very easy to him....Emily Klair not so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;The list could go on and on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;Even though for the most part they are as different as butterflies and bullfrogs..they are still my beautiful, tenderhearted, sweet, kind, loving, best kiddos in the world and I am soo proud of them!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*another difference..Tyler wants his hair longer and EK keeps going shorter....I will have to get more updated pics on here...EK's hair is above her shoulders now and Ty 's is still long but did get a good haircut we can now see his ears again..but for the most part it is still long...again different in soo many ways!!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-866985008493290977?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/866985008493290977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=866985008493290977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/866985008493290977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/866985008493290977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/03/butterflies-and-bullfrogs.html' title='butterflies and bullfrogs....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S6wZ7PEvQ6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JVuRdpqYzXs/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7761375642817862381</id><published>2010-03-17T12:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:07:18.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when 4...</title><content type='html'>As we walked into the NICU, I saw a nurse walking around carrying a baby, she was in the very back of the room. I turned to Warren and said there is my baby, he replied with no that is not Tyler that baby has an IV in his head and Tyler's was in his foot yesterday. I then replied with I don't care about that I know that is my baby, and it was. I had only held him for about 5 minutes 3 days ago and it was not perfect and it was certainly not what I had imagined and dreamed of but it was more then enough time to immediately know my child from across a room full of babies...I don't even try to explain it, I don't even try to take credit for it all I know is I knew that was Tyler and nothing was going to stop me from being there with him for anything and everything from here on out! I could not get to him fast enough!!!

So all week long I had heard my whole family talk about how nice the nurses were how sweet the staff in the NICU was, how great they had been about leaving them alone and just letting them sit and rock and hold Tyler.  Well, I get to the nurse holding my baby and she is nice and offers me my child, I go to sit down and rock him, and that is when she starts, she proceeds to tell me how to check his temperature, how to feed him, tells me I must show her I can change a diaper, on and on she went.  I know I was looking at her like she had three heads, I mean really lady leave me alone let me get to know my baby.  Finally Warren nicely tells her we have time for all of this but that I had not gotten to see him or be with him more then 5 minutes and she finally leaves us alone. I lost it, I looked around the room and saw some very tiny very sick babies, and it broke my heart.  I couldn't stop crying, I couldn't pull it together.  Soon after my break down they came to get him for his big test and we were banished to the waiting room.

The wait was unbearable, I remember sitting there not talking and not joining in on the conversations, just staring or crying, I am sure people thought I was crazy...what can I say I was! I went into the hallway at one time to get some air and move around a little and another mother of a baby in the NICU came up to me, hugged me and told me that her baby had been in there for 5 weeks and it never got any easier to see them all hooked up to tubes and monitors and to hang in there, we also talked about other things that I will keep just between us.  It was the sweetest kindest thing and exactly what I needed at the time.  Finally someone who understood what I was going through.  You see I hadn't told anyone that I was feeling ashamed, guilty, and selfish, I hated my baby being there but I hated even more that I had not had a perfect baby. I know now that it was ok to kinda go through a mourning period and feel all of these emotions but then I just thought of myself as a horrible human being.

The time came for the Dr. to tell us what the test had shown and it was great news, he did not need a shunt, he was still moving his arms and legs, and other then missing his L3 and L4 vertebrae, having a small "track" of fibrous tissue that would have to be removed around 8 months old, he had a great chance at a very normal life.  On top of that great news he was free to go home with me that day!!

He still struggles with things from his spina bidifa occulta, like leg cramps, and having too tight of muscles, having scoliosis, and there is still a very small chance that his piece of "track" that the Dr. couldn't get to in his surgery could get caught on his missing vertebrae and tether his spinal cord paralyzing him, but we know that he is headed for great things.....his story is still unfolding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7761375642817862381?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7761375642817862381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7761375642817862381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7761375642817862381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7761375642817862381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-when-4.html' title='remember when 4...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2758537042985550267</id><published>2010-03-01T09:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:07:34.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when 3...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the bed waiting on the Dr. to make rounds the next morning. I was alone, mom had left she had to go to work that day, and I was ready to leave. The Dr. walked in and told me that I could not go. I was devastated, he told me I was in bad shape myself and needed to be monitored here at the hospital. After he left, a nurse came in (pretty much right after he left) and gave me some medicine...lets just say they kept me really drugged up for that whole day. I thank the Dr. for that now..because the next 2 days were hard enough waiting around and wondering about my baby..


Tyler had test after test run, they had put him to sleep a couple times to test him, Warren was with him as much as he could be. Warren got to feed him first, got to change his diapers, got to just sit and rock him, bond with him. On top of every other emotion I had I was jealous, I felt forgotten, I felt disconnected to my husband and to my baby. I did not know everything that was going on and did not know how the NICU was run, I did not realize that Warren and those that were there could only be in the room with Tyler a certain amount of time, and that they had to sit in a waiting room just waiting for the next time to get to see him.


I think it was the second day he was in the NICU he was scheduled for a test that day, where they had to put him to sleep, and I was soo unconnected with what was going on, I called Warren that morning on his cell phone, wanting to know how it was going and what the Dr.'s were saying. That would have been fine if it had been 10:00 am, but it was 6:00 am and Warren was still in bed, he was exhausted, taking care of the stuff at Vandy with Tyler then stopping by to see me and let me know how the day had went. He was running on empty to say the least. Him still being in bed and not getting ready to get to the hospital made me furious, I was crazy, I did not understand how he could not be ready already and on his way there...in my defense, I was out of touch with what it was like for him, I was jealous, I was mad at the world, and really I just was hormonal and crazy with the what if's!



Finally, the day came that the "BIG" test was going to be performed, they were going to see if he needed a shunt put into his head for spinal fluid build up, I was determined to be at the hospital with him for that. So that morning I was up showered and dressed waiting on the Dr. to make his rounds and informed him I would be discharged that morning so I could be there for my son. Boy I must have been very convincing because he let me go....(convincing or pitiful?? I like to think convincing) Warren came and we were going to go to Vandy together.



First off I wanted to get to the hospital to see my baby, what I did not think about was how just being discharged would affect me. They bring the wheelchair into the room and Warren left to pull the car around, as I am being wheeled down the hall, it hit me, I had no baby in my arms, nothing but my bag.  To say I lost it is a complete understatement...the poor girl wheeling me out didn't know what to do, or say, looking back I feel more sorry for her..she had to put up with me..hahaha!

So off to Vandy we went....That was one of the longest hours of my life, we get to the hospital and it was like I was walking in slow motion, the elevators were conspiring against me I know they were, and then we get to the NICU.  I was not quite prepared for it.  Warren showed me how to use the phone in the hall to call and ask if we could come in and see Tyler, then get a gown on and then how to wash our hands and then ask again to be allowed in.

This last day of our story is a good one so I am going to end it here...with me walking into the NICU for the first time and seeing my son for the first time in 3 days....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2758537042985550267?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2758537042985550267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2758537042985550267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2758537042985550267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2758537042985550267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/03/remember-when-3.html' title='remember when 3...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6187285431484243928</id><published>2010-02-25T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:18:13.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>jump rope video..</title><content type='html'>ok so my video is not cooperating so if you click on this &lt;a href="http://bamaboog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bamaboog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  that should take you to one of our friends and Tyler's good friend Dawson's mom's blog..whew that was a mouth full I know..anywho friends of ours that got some good highlights of all the performances...Tyler is in some if it...bouncy hair...hope you enjoy!! it is quite fun to watch them..they are pretty talented at this jumping rope stuff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6187285431484243928?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6187285431484243928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6187285431484243928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6187285431484243928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6187285431484243928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-rope-video.html' title='jump rope video..'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6195650214868562900</id><published>2010-02-25T14:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:01:47.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when 2.....</title><content type='html'>Lets see where did I leave off, oh yeah I was just getting back from the operating room and the nurses were there..one was checking my temperature, one was readjusting my blood pressure cuff, and two were in the corner of the room talking to each other..I couldn't clearly hear what they were saying but I knew it was about me,and my baby. I asked where is my baby and husband, and they replied "you are going to be just fine, you did great back there."...hmm thank you very much but I asked about my baby not me??? I was about to say this outloud when Warren walked in...lets just say if he had let off a stink bomb those nurses would not have left any faster, closing the door behind them.


At this point I must back up and tell you about something that happened on the way to the hospital that morning...I took Warren's hand in the car and said in a very serious tone " If you have to choose me or the baby..pick the baby...if it is life and death, or something like leaving me because he has to be taken somewhere, whatever it is choose the baby, I will be fine." not sure why I did it we were not expecting there to be a problem, but I said it and I meant it!!!


Warren walks over to my bed and holds my hand, ask me how I am doing, and then proceeds to tell me that Tyler has a small hole in his back and that they are wanting to transfer him to the NICU at Vanderbilt, by ambulance, he says that he may never walk, he may not have the use of anything from the neck down, but that right now he is moving away in the nursery because they have him all wrapped in gauze (he didn't like it all over him), because some spina bidifa babies are allergic to latex..and they need to cover the hole up in case it is leaking spinal fluid. He then went on to tell me about some of the test and things that were going to be happening when the pediatrician came in,followed by my doctor. I can honestly say that I do not remember much about what they said...and I have a couple theories on that....one I was soo drugged up, I could barely keep my eyes open, two the first thing they said was just because he is moving his arm and legs now does not mean that he will continue to...at that point all I remember is squeezing Warrens hand and crying uncontrollably,and closing my eyes.


I still had not held him yet, I still had not even touched him yet. I wanted my baby, I was exhausted, wore out, and in pain...and I wanted my baby! I was moved to a regular room and was told that the ambulance was there to get him, I still had not held him. I asked to hold him, to see him, to smell him, to love on him. I kept getting the answer "in a minute he is still being checked out." They wheeled him into the room in the incubator that he was to travel to Vanderbilt in and they placed him in my arms...and I was over come with emotions. I cried, and cried, I tried to look at him, soak him in, love him, I wanted to see him move, I wanted to see those big brown (his eyes were never blue..he came out with the prettiest brown eyes ever!) eyes that had looked at me over that curtain, but all I could do was cry and say over and over I am sorry I did this too you, I am sorry I did this too you, I am sorry I did this too you, over and over.


I got to hold him..umm all of about 5 minutes with everyone looking at and watching me including the ambulance drivers..still wish I had sent everyone out of the room and had I been in a better less drugged state of mind I would have! Because the first moment I got to hold my son was not perfect, was no where close to perfect...it was rushed, sad, and not a tender moment like I had planned and desperately waited for.


They took him from me, and left for a hospital an hour away. Warren's parents left and followed the ambulance up there, my dad left to take my siblings home because it was so late, my sister was driving Warren up to Vandy(she had taken a day off college..and had to be back at TN Tech early the next morning...remember this is after midnight by now)...my mom wanted to go with them...but I lost it when they took him and everyone left to watch him be put in the ambulance...and for the first time in a long time all I wanted was my mommy!!! So she stayed behind to help me, I don't think she will ever know how much that meant to me.

I think that night I was awake more then asleep even though I was very drugged up, they kept giving me pain medicine but I was determined to get up and moving, because the faster I could get up the faster they would let me go so I could go be with my baby and be there during all those test, and in case he needed surgery, I just wanted to be with my baby.

This is really a long story..and I hate to rush it, so I think I will close with me getting up and walking before I needed to, and sitting up waiting on my dr. to make rounds that next morning so I could beg him to let me go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-6195650214868562900?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/6195650214868562900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=6195650214868562900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6195650214868562900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/6195650214868562900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-when-2.html' title='remember when 2.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3851665310418821651</id><published>2010-02-24T08:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:38:50.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>remember when.....</title><content type='html'>Tyler is doing speech for Lads 2 Leaders, and he has decided he wants to talk about his birth story. I told him that would be a great idea, the theme for this years convention is Faith is the Victory ...Hebrews.

I am loving that he choose this topic because it has given me a real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to "remember when" that day was such a blur to me, and in all honesty I do not think that I let myself remember everything about that day. Since working on this speech I feel all the emotions of that day just like it happened yesterday. So I thought I would blog about that day, if for nothing else just to help me "remember when"...

First off, Tyler was such a blessing in more ways then you can even imagine. After losing 3 babies in one year, we were told we probably could not have children of our own. I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; all I have ever wanted is to be a mother...my senior prophecy in high school was that I would be a mother of 8 children!! can you imagine 8??? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell anyone but I so would love to have more...

So needless to say that finding out we were pregnant with Tyler was not exactly a good thing..I knew I could never carry a baby to full term, I was angry,scared, and really confused on why God would allow me to go through another heartbreaking loss.

As the pregnancy progressed it became a real possibility that Warren and I were going to be parents...we were thrilled, scared to death but THRILLED beyond measure. So the day finally came that he was to be born..January 16 I was to be induced...

We were told to be at the hospital by 6 am..we arrive and get all checked in, we were all settled in and ready to get the show on the road. By noon I was in pain, ready for my epidural, but everything was going as planned. Family and friends were there and (after the epidural :) ) it was like having a party. Well, by 9 that night I had not progressed as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. would of liked, so they told me that Tyler was turned face up and as he came down he turned his head...he was stuck ...so he suggested a c-section...I begged him please no...so he told me the nurses would turn me from side to side for 15 minutes and he would come back to see where we were...well that went on for another 45 minutes until he finally told me..its time to have this baby.

By this time I was exhausted!! and just ready to have my Tyler..so off to the operating room we went..I must put a WARNING on this next part..not that I plan on getting graphic but this is the part of the story where it begins to get intense...and did not go near as we had planned!!!

I started having a hard time breathing almost immediately after they upped my epidural, it was scary...but I tried to stay as calm as I could. They finally bring Warren into the room and he sat by my head, he was great,he kept me calm. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. pinches my stomach and I just about jump off the table..I felt it?? wait I have an epidural how did I feel it?? well, they are not sure but they tell me hang in there let them get the baby out and they will give me something as soon as the baby is out. What?? you mean I am going to feel this?? YES...I felt it all...cold tools, everything..Warren is the only reason i stayed as calm as I did....he was my rock!! I remember praying with him..I remember him telling me it is almost over...that I was doing great..him rubbing my hair and face telling me to breathe and to know if he could do it for me he would. Now this is the part of the story that him and I defer on...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; I know right! I remember them showing me Tyler over the curtain..and my first thought was he looked like my papaw that had passed away...and it made me smile...then I was asleep..they gave me some good stuff!! oh the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; I can not even explain. Warren watched them clean him up and hand him over to him..he says he walked to me and that I talked to him and Tyler...I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; that part, in fact I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember anything till I am back in a room, and Warren walks in WITHOUT Tyler!!

I know this post is long and if you are still reading..thank you..I am not going to finish the story today but I will leave you with the intro to Tyler's speech..remember this part has been told to me, I did not live this part you see I was still out cold in the operating room...

&lt;em&gt;The dad beamed with pride as he carried his new born son out of the operating room and into the hallway to meet his family for the first time. After grandparents, aunts and uncles got a good look at the little one and pictures had been taken the dad took the baby to the hospital nursery to get weighed and cleaned up the family looked through the nursery windows and watched the nurses start to clean the baby up and then they did something very strange they closed the shades on the window so that no one could see in. The family thought that was odd but did not really think much about it, until the Dr. came around the corner and asked to speak to the father. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. lead the father to a small room where he sat him down and told him that the baby was to be transferred by ambulance to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; at a bigger hospital about an hour down the road. The Dr. went on to say that the new baby had a small hole in his back and that he would need more testing done, the Dr. also said that they were afraid the baby had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bifida&lt;/span&gt; and that he was going to paralyzed and in a wheel chair if not completely bed ridden. The father thought to himself how did this day that had started out so joyous and happy suddenly turn into a night full of questions and worries? Even though the young father was scared for his new baby, he was positive that his son would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, he knew that no matter what he loved his son, he had faith that everything would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and he was very thankful to God for this blessing.&lt;/em&gt;

to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3851665310418821651?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3851665310418821651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3851665310418821651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3851665310418821651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3851665310418821651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/remember-when.html' title='remember when.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7699868270228605942</id><published>2010-02-15T23:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:40:53.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow daze...a little bit of this and a little bit of that...</title><content type='html'>Well the kiddos are out of school again tomorrow. As of tomorrow we have used all of our snow days for this year. This is the most snow I have seen in one winter since we have lived in TN. It is beautiful and the kids are enjoying it. I have enjoyed it but must admit that I am ready for spring...ready for warmer temperatures...sunny days....being able to have my windows open...everything that comes along with spring..even a good loud thunder storm...bring it on
I am ready!!!

&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EK&lt;/span&gt; has decided she is not going to play soccer or softball this spring she has decided she is going to try gymnastics!! so tomorrow is her first class...she is so excited!! She keeps reminding me that she needs to be there by 4:30!! She is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; ready for class, I am excited to see how she likes it. Hopefully I will have pictures to post soon...

Well we have had a very busy weekend and the guru did not have time to look at the jump rope video (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; this week)...we have been helping my sister and her husband paint and pull off boarder in their new house...they have painted every room in the new house...it was a big job but I must admit it looks really good!!

I am having a blast and lots of fun with the kiddos during these snow days but I am beginning to feel a little snow dazed!!!! Bring on the sun, and the warmth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7699868270228605942?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7699868270228605942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7699868270228605942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7699868270228605942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7699868270228605942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-dazea-little-bit-of-this-and.html' title='Snow daze...a little bit of this and a little bit of that...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-4026404845767192446</id><published>2010-02-12T12:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:14:05.278-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler'/><title type='text'>Busy Jumping Rope....among other things!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tyler is on the jump rope team at his school. All year long they have been practicing on Tuesday and Thursday 45 min before school starts. I have never once had to get him up and moving on Tuesdays or Thursdays..he hops right out of bed and is ready to go. He loves the coach Mrs. Bailey and he enjoys the whole team. These last few weeks he has been really busy with the jump rope team, he has performed at two different high schools during halftime of the boys basketball games, he has done a PTA performance at his school, and even got out of school to go perform at 2 different elementary schools. He is wore out but totally loving it. WE love to watch him perform at anything he does...and right now he is a busy little guy. On top of this and regular school he is doing Bible reading at church, he is working on a speech (with a lot of help from mom) for Lads 2 Leaders, also for Lads 2 Leaders he is learning song leading, and he is on a puppet team. He is also playing basketball, and soccer is starting up soon!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just one little snip-it of his team at the performance at Columbia Academy where I coach volleyball...it was not their best performance but it was the best crowd they have performed for yet..they were yelling and cheering for them and it was just a great atmosphere! He was very nervous about this performance because of knowing so many kids but he did well, and had a great time! By the way if you have a hard time finding him he is the kid with the bouncy hair..lol gotta love that hair!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ok..I will have to get the computer guru to get the video to work..bc it worked before I published it but now it is not showing...so well I will have to get him right on that..bc it is a great little video...so stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-4026404845767192446?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/4026404845767192446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=4026404845767192446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4026404845767192446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/4026404845767192446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-jumping-ropeamong-other-things.html' title='Busy Jumping Rope....among other things!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-5129066728509964393</id><published>2010-02-06T15:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:26:20.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew???</title><content type='html'>So I was having a hard time sleeping last night so I thought I would get on my blog and read all  my back post...it was really interesting to me.  Let me explain what I mean...first off I had forgotten some of what I had wrote..especially when it came to stuff the kiddos had said or done.  It was great going down memory lane.

I realized last night that I have done a very poor job over the last year in keeping up with this blog and when I do post it is just an overview of what is really going on in our lives.  After rereading post last night I realize that if no one ever reads or sees this blog again I don't care...but what I do care about is this... I loved the "scrapbook of post" and have decided that I am going to do a better job at blogging.

Who knew???that rereading old post would kick my rear in gear to keep up the blogging....I think in a few years the kiddos will love to read it and see what all we did and how proud I am of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-5129066728509964393?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/5129066728509964393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=5129066728509964393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5129066728509964393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/5129066728509964393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew???'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8947700499130767070</id><published>2010-01-14T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:41:25.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>2010 a new year a new beginning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S0_3tyawDFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YJ7-jF2EOwQ/s1600-h/088g.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426828442004884562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S0_3tyawDFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YJ7-jF2EOwQ/s320/088g.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;The Robinson's have been busy people for the last 6 months of the year. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I made it through another season of volleyball, this was my 5th season. We won our district this year and had a great season. The girls were great and I am one proud coach let me tell you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Warren finally got his truck!! Whoo hoo I am so proud for him. It is a black Nissan Titan, 4 door, leather seats, dvd player, heated seats, the works....it was well worth the wait. He is very happy with it and it does help that he got a great deal on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Tyler is enjoying school, although we are sad that his teacher has had to quit teaching mid year because of health issues. We will miss her, she was a great teacher. He is doing great in school, and is (to my unliking!!) very liked by the girls..our phone rings off the hook sometimes. He is in 3rd grade people..way to young for this to be starting!! I have let him grow his hair out and although I will not admit it to him, I do like the way it looks even though you can't see his beautiful brown eyes as much. He is playing basketball this winter instead of indoor soccer, we all decided it was time to try something different. He has already been talking about soccer sign ups though, that boy loves that sport!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily Klair is doing great too! She is now on 2 different medicines to help control her seizures, we had a little bit of trouble with them this year but they are under control as of right now. We are just praying that it stays this way. She is not playing or doing anything right now, we have asked and tried to get her to do something girly, dance, gymnastics, tumbling, anything?? but she is content with nothing..so we are too. She says she is going to play softball again so who knows we may be on the softball fields again this spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;My extended family has went through some major changes this last part of the year and we are all coming out from the darkness with a better understanding of what family is and what family means. 2010 it's a new year with a new beginning......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8947700499130767070?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8947700499130767070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8947700499130767070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8947700499130767070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8947700499130767070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-new-year-new-beginning.html' title='2010 a new year a new beginning.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/S0_3tyawDFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YJ7-jF2EOwQ/s72-c/088g.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2836861875100802420</id><published>2009-07-27T23:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:27:22.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUMMER 2009'/><title type='text'>Looky Looky who it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                                         SUMMER 2009!!

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top one..us being our silly goofy selfs..the bottom one my favorite of all time!! I have a beautiful family..I am soo blessed!!

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&lt;div&gt;Well Well..guess who it is?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right I am back well at least to share some pictures of my beautiful family..and let you know that we are all doing well and that we have been very very busy this summer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see where should I start?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily Klair played softball for the first time this spring..had a ball and loved it!! She did well, had some really great hits, and even made a play in the field one game that tied up the ballgame!! She has chosen to go back to soccer this fall..but I think I may have my softball girl after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler is still doing soccer and loving it, although all his friends seem to be pushing for him to play baseball so we may be doing that this spring...but we will see..soccer has just been "his" sport and he is so good at it...(I am the mother so I can brag ) I will be happy with any sport he chooses but have to admit if he quit playing soccer I would be sad..it is so fun to watch him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Warren and I have been busy with the kids and Warrens work.. I am going to be the pre-k teacher this year at our Tuesday-Thursday program @ church and I am really looking forward to it...I have put in a lot of work in my classroom these past few weeks...we went to Myrtle Beach for a week with the Lancasters this is our 4th yr for a family vacation with them. Had a great vacation, the kiddos were great and we all had a lot of fun playing putt putt, cards on the deck at night watching the ocean, and just being together! We also went to Panama City Beach with my mom and dad, and the whole family!! It was great and we had a wonderful time!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;School is starting Wed. the kids register then start their first full day on Monday. I am soo not looking forward to it, I like my kiddos home with me, swimming, playing or even fighting I don't care as long as they are home with me. Tyler made the jump rope team at school and will be in the 3rd grade, EK will be in the 1st grade...wow time really does fly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I guess that about sums up our summer...so I will leave you all with some favorite pics of SUMMER '09......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375166761430178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6JTDv3bKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BBb-7NMPk8M/s320/DSCN0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375164994118130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6JS9KgYfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/uF8PrXOqEgA/s320/DSCN0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375174857268450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6JTh6EHOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZByHnIrUXaQ/s320/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don't ask me why this picture is turned this way when it is not when I downloaded..just turn your head to look at it..haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363375180868977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6JT4TXgjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8zHW5Xtl53s/s320/DSCN1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376114495771730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6KKOVV1FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KBStW0X3P3Y/s320/DSCN1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363376119078986786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6KKfaEJCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ld-9J-mGbm0/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2836861875100802420?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2836861875100802420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2836861875100802420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2836861875100802420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2836861875100802420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2009/07/looky-looky-who-it-is.html' title='Looky Looky who it is....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/Sm6JTsvFtzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/5SB9D7aN8pI/s72-c/DSCN1037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8471049216664831782</id><published>2009-04-06T10:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:40:03.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Update on the family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SdounZW87KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/L1ruoPGJGAw/s1600-h/DSCN0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321617164048592034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SdounZW87KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/L1ruoPGJGAw/s400/DSCN0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture just showed up on its own and I cant get it to go away!! argh I've been gone too long..sorry you will just have to see it twice!! hehehe  &lt;div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Well lets see where should I start??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;I could start with the house project that seems never ending... and almost overwhelming that on some days I have started wishing why did I even start this?? Lets just leave it with this about the house if you were to "just stop by" I would tackle you before I let you in this house..but it does feel good to know that progress is being made even if not as fast as I would like.
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&lt;div&gt;Tyler is doing great he had his check up on his back in December and it did not move at all in 6 months so we do not even need to check on it again for another year. He is participating in Lads to Leaders this weekend at the Opryland hotel in Nashville and we are so excited to go have a mini vacation. He has worked really hard on the puppets, and photography, but it was like pulling teeth to get him to practice Bible bowl or his Bible reading...boys will be boys!! He FINALLY lost his first tooth a couple weeks ago!! He has been waiting for this day for a long time....so the tooth fairy paid her first visit to our house!!&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;Emily Klair is doing great in school. I am really proud of the progress she has made on this last report card. The girl is finally catching on and starting to read!! YAY! We are soo proud!! We were really worried about her...but it is like a light has went on and she gets it!! She is my tough one..not that Tyler is not tough but she is REALLY tough!! She is also my daredevil, jumping, flipping, standing, just being a monkey from any height on the monkey bars. Well she jumped from the top of the swing set at my mother in laws and broke her wrist....she got up shook it off and kept right one playing!! When she got home I knew something was wrong but all she would say is her arm hurt alittle...so I didn't take her to the Dr., then the next the morning when she still wouldn't really use it for certain things I decided it was time to get it checked out..even though she still said "no it doesn't hurt!" Well sure enough it was broke, crazy girl, I wish I had taken her that afternoon instead of making her wait all night, but really who knew as tough as she is??&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;They are both playing sports again this spring...Tyler is playing soccer..I know surprise surprise!! Emily Klair has decided she wants to try softball..so we are going to practice and she can throw the ball but until the wrist gets better nothing else! WE are hoping she gets the brace off this week..fingers crossed she is ready and so are we..that thing stinks!! yucky!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Warren just celebrated his birthday!! I wish I could get him a new truck he deserves a new vehicle soo much but with the remodel on this house and the dream house right around the corner there is no way right now..we have looked and searched but it is just not in the cards right now...maybe soon!!&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8471049216664831782?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8471049216664831782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8471049216664831782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8471049216664831782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8471049216664831782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-on-family.html' title='Update on the family...'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SdounZW87KI/AAAAAAAAAOM/L1ruoPGJGAw/s72-c/DSCN0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3354972710187550643</id><published>2009-02-10T11:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:37:14.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a slacker!!</title><content type='html'>I am not doing a really good job at keeping up with anything these days.  For those of you that know and those of you that do, we are trying to get our house cleaned out and  fixed up so we can get it on the market and with fingers crossed try to sell it.  Warren and I bought some land about 4 years ago and are ready to build our dream home.  We have been in this house for 9 years so we have collected quite alot of stuff or should I say junk through out the years... we are really trying to weed it out since we will be having to move twice since we wont be moving straight into our dream home. So with all this going on I have decided that I am taking a break from the blogging world.  I will keep this site because I love to come and read up on you all  and your families! I hope that you all are well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3354972710187550643?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3354972710187550643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3354972710187550643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3354972710187550643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3354972710187550643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-slacker.html' title='What a slacker!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-509570444166657256</id><published>2008-12-17T13:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:55:06.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emily Klair!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlW_StufBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kJ3mYJSYFvE/s1600-h/P0005210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847683423992850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlW_StufBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kJ3mYJSYFvE/s400/P0005210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW !! where does the time go?? top pic on her 3rd birthday..bottom pic on our beach trip this summer..what a difference!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280848122071838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlXY0zhbeI/AAAAAAAAANk/oTdQn8i5A8s/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847709594882450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlXA0NWkZI/AAAAAAAAANc/-COw_xStd44/s400/P0005980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last year on her Birthday!!
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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847708202676178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlXAvBbL9I/AAAAAAAAANU/ujeZgIrz9io/s400/P0005833.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;My baby is 6 years old today!! I have no more babies in this house....I was looking at some old pictures today and thought I would share some of Emily Klair from the last three years...it is amazing to me at how much she has grown. She is a sweet girl and is a big daddy's girl..she loves to draw and be the center of attention!! She is shy yet will talk your head off once she feels comfortable with you!! She is special in her own way and brings such joy into our lives!!! She is in kindergarten this year and loves it. She is doing well for the most part with the seizures..(wish the meds helped get rid of them all...or better yet just wish she would out grow them all together)..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847697769939906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlXAIKEQ8I/AAAAAAAAANM/vDSUyjfx9w0/s400/P0005799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280847694618231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlW_8apAXI/AAAAAAAAANE/iz2kWsbMUls/s400/P0005038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hope you enjoy some of these pics they were some of my favorites!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-509570444166657256?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/509570444166657256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=509570444166657256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/509570444166657256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/509570444166657256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-emily-klair.html' title='Happy Birthday Emily Klair!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SUlW_StufBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/kJ3mYJSYFvE/s72-c/P0005210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-7492825786051241189</id><published>2008-12-12T13:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:59:43.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!!!</title><content type='html'>On days like today I really miss my camera.

I would love to show some pictures of this beautiful winter wonderland we have right now.  The kiddos played outside for about 2 1/2 hours this morning in it. They had a ball!! I went out for a while with them but not the whole time!! They were frozen by the time I made them come in...

I love snow like this because it might have been mentioned a little on the news but not anything other then a few flurries.no big deal!! It was so beautiful coming down and sticking to everything!! I do not know why but it is always more beautiful and fun to me when they have not predicted it and talked it to death..it was quite a lovely surprise to say the least!!! 

I made lunch and we ate it picnic style in the living room watching a movie while they warmed themselves up....have I mentioned I love having my kiddos home??? Today has been a great day!! the only regret..no camera!! I've got to get that on my Christmas list asap!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-7492825786051241189?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/7492825786051241189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=7492825786051241189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7492825786051241189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/7492825786051241189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-9153135217634625040</id><published>2008-12-09T13:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:31:06.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHUMBUG!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I have not blogged in awhile.  Just a busy time for the Robinson's I guess!!

Give-Away day was a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt; we saw over 705 families that day!!! We had some excitement this year.  We start giving out numbers at around 5 am, well this year we had families show up at 2pm the afternoon before and sit out in the parking lot in lawn chairs.  At about 4 am we got a phone call thinking they were calling my father in law (which does not happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; but does occasionally) telling us that a fight had broke out and they had to call the  police, fire, and ambulance.  It was a mad house and has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; as a mini riot by some that were there. I think we are going to have to come up with a better system in the future.

We had a great Thanksgiving and made it safely to MI and back.  My dad took all the guys and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krysi&lt;/span&gt; to see the Titans play the Lions on Thanksgiving day!! Tyler had a ball...I played outside with the girls and we built their first real snowman...it was such a blast!!!

Warren is in Boston this week and I am missing him already!  We are making it just fine without him but will be glad when he his home.

We have a lot to be thankful for and I am....but I am also having a very hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year!  I am hoping that will change in the next few days...we now have our tree up (which was a huge event in itself..it kept falling over..it was nuts!!) and I am almost done with the shopping...so hopefully I won't be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bahumbug&lt;/span&gt; for too much longer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-9153135217634625040?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/9153135217634625040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=9153135217634625040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/9153135217634625040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/9153135217634625040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/12/bahumbug.html' title='BAHUMBUG!!!'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8618263985412208419</id><published>2008-11-14T09:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:04:02.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give-Away Day....</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is give-away day at my church and I love this day.

Every year, all year we collect items like coats, furniture, diapers, clothing, household items, school supplies, cleaning supplies, linens, book, toys and we even have big items donated like computers, T.V.'s, and bikes.  Our whole community is invited and we usually have around 550 people show up.  They are given a Bible and a number then they are called to go through the rooms to get whatever they need.  At the end of the rooms they are given a bag of groceries with all the fixing's for a Thanksgiving dinner, ham included. 

It is a wonderful day and I am blessed beyond measure, and this day always helps to remind me of that.  I love this day for other reasons to though, it is a day of great fellowship with my church family.  I also love it because my children are welcome to help, Emily Klair is still to young to really realize what is going on and what she is doing to help but Tyler gets it and has already been a big help.  After working at church yesterday afternoon and on into last night, his bed time prayer was very sweet, the boy has a very tender heart!

I pray for tomorrow and the families we will be helping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-8618263985412208419?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/8618263985412208419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=8618263985412208419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8618263985412208419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/8618263985412208419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/11/give-away-day.html' title='Give-Away Day....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-3787797142762517724</id><published>2008-11-10T16:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T08:27:43.130-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed out...'/><title type='text'>What a weekend....</title><content type='html'>I am so exhausted so please excuse this mess of a blog entry today.



Last week was a busy and stressful week. I was getting ready for an annual retreat to Lake Guntersville with the youth at church. I have not learned that one little word "no" yet and I was in charge of the games and theme for this year's retreat (along with my partner in crime..my sil Stephanie) and on top of that my 17 yr old little sister Jesi had an internal defibrillator put in on Thursday of last week. So when I say stressful I mean it!!!



Jesi came through the surgery great and is one tough chic let me tell you. She is doing well and is in little pain..let's just say it has not slowed her down or stopped her from doing anything. God is good!!! I was already married when my parents adopted her and Krysi, and I probably am more like a mom then a sister. But these last 2 years Jesi and I have gotten closer, and I am thankful for that. Thursday was a hard day, it was so hard to watch her be so brave. I hope she knows that she is an inspiration to me and that I love her.



This weekend was great!! The weather this whole weekend was wonderful. The games and tribal councils seem to be a success. The theme was Survivor and when the kids heard about it they asked for physical challenges..not church camp things (you all know what I am talking about!!) well ask and you shall receive...We did some pretty intense things...I can not wait to get some pics to post. We made them build a raft out of 9 random objects, we played soccer with an 8ft ball (where I took a hit from a big football lineman..it hurt but I am a tough girl...got one gnarly bruise from knee to hip!! but it was worth it!!) talk about laughing so hard you pee your pants!! That was soo much fun and funny to watch! We had tribal councils where we set up 50 tiki torches and had some interesting team swapping and alliances made. Overall it was a great weekend. The kids had a great time!! Rusty and Zac out did themselves with the prayer centers this year they were amazing.



I love this retreat for many reasons, one of them being that we have went to the same camp forever, I went as a camper during high school. The other reason is it is a special time away from everyone and everyday life, it is a chance to worship God and grow closer to one another. This year's seniors are "my girls" I have taught them from 8th grade on...we have been through alot together, from a death of one the prettiest,sweetest friends we have ever known, to one of them breaking their back and having major surgery, to helping them through some tough teenage decisions, to having their backs when they mess up and need someone. I would move mountains to help these girls.

If you don't work with teenagers it is hard to understand the bond..if you do then you get it.  I can't explain it so I am not even going to try but I have been thinking alot here lately (and have been told on more then one occasion) I missed my calling.  I should have went to school for something involving kids esp. teenagers...I am thinking and praying hard about what to do.  I mean I am fairly young, right??? I mean I could go back to school, right???I just wish I knew what direction I want to go with this?? I feel so confused because I have this nagging voice telling me to get on the ball and go back but that little voice is not real clear on what I need to go back for??? Well I'm not sure any of this makes any sense but these are some of the thoughts and prayers I  have right now...who would have thought that I of all people would even be thinking about going back to school???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-3787797142762517724?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/3787797142762517724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=3787797142762517724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3787797142762517724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/3787797142762517724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-2048554618931412564</id><published>2008-11-01T20:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:38:20.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween :)'/><title type='text'>Spooky Ooky Night.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;We had a great Halloween!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;We went Trick-or-Treating with my mom, Kinsley, and Andie! We got drug around the neighborhood for a little over an hour. My kiddos are at the age that I can stand at the end of the drive way or on the road as they run up to the houses. It was fun and such a blast to see as they hollered trick-or-treat and then said thank-you, when they are little and you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dragging&lt;/span&gt; them around and reminding them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; what do and say and they are dropping their buckets or crying because they are scared or uncomfortable in the cute outfit you have them in, and you are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; out by the end of the night it feels like you will never make it too a fun spooky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooky&lt;/span&gt; night...well we have made it and I must admit I am a little broken hearted, my kiddos are growing up way too fast!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Kinsley was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JoJo&lt;/span&gt; and her costume was absolutely fabulous!! (and I have to add here that I am a little jealous of Andie cause she got it for so cheap!) Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Klair&lt;/span&gt; was Minnie Mouse and she loved her costume...the thing she liked the most was the white gloves...go figure when its cold and they have to wear them they hate them but last night she loved them. My little man was a vampire and I have to admit he looked really good! He had the scary face down and it was amazing how mean and scary my sweetheart could look.&lt;/div&gt;
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After we went all over the neighborhood we loaded in the car and took off for Warren's parents house.  His grandmother was in town and the kiddos loved showing off their costumes for her and some good friends of the family.  It was a great night and we all had a great time...Hope you and yours had a great spooky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ooky&lt;/span&gt; night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824018093495499127-2048554618931412564?l=warnkari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/feeds/2048554618931412564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824018093495499127&amp;postID=2048554618931412564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2048554618931412564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824018093495499127/posts/default/2048554618931412564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warnkari.blogspot.com/2008/11/spooky-ooky-night.html' title='Spooky Ooky Night.....'/><author><name>Kari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SGCE9Zau4SI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KH1lN3XxWsc/S220/IMG_1336.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hynpgyHKsKY/SQ0CuSYyhfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tMc1OY60EkA/s72-c/spooky+ooky.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
