<?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-8721213271041969793</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:33:22.905-08:00</updated><category term='The boys had fun on the field trip.'/><title type='text'>Procters in MOJO land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3555229675166952072</id><published>2008-12-13T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:24.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do....</title><content type='html'>Things I need to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clean out Bryson's room&lt;br /&gt;-move Bryson into Cason's room&lt;br /&gt;-redecorate Bryson's and Cason's room&lt;br /&gt;-paint baby room&lt;br /&gt;-find curtains for baby room&lt;br /&gt;-find comforter that matches baby bedding to go on day bed in baby room&lt;br /&gt;-fold ALL the laundry on the bed in baby room&lt;br /&gt;-finish addressing Christmas cards, stuff them and get them in the mail&lt;br /&gt;-finish parent gifts for my kindergarten class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I did today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-slept in till 9:00am&lt;br /&gt;-cuddled on my bed with Cason and watched a movie&lt;br /&gt;-played "restaurant" with Cason&lt;br /&gt;-folded SOME laundry on bed in baby room&lt;br /&gt;-added more clean clothes to the pile of laundry needing to be folded&lt;br /&gt;-laughed with Bryson at the AFV episode he has watched 1000 (no joke) times&lt;br /&gt;-cleaned the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering this to be an accomplished day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3555229675166952072?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555229675166952072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3555229675166952072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3555229675166952072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3555229675166952072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-do.html' title='To do....'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6706659632160091670</id><published>2008-10-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:48:20.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>We had our sonogram today and we are having a girl.  The boys are very excited.  They have both said from the start they want a sister.  All is well here...our life is just very FULL right now.  Wade has been working ALOT of hours lately.  He worked for 6 solid weeks without a day off.  That is 84 hours a week!  Business is good, but we are all ready for a break and for him to be home.  Things seem to be slowing down some, which is good.  &lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying teaching kindergarten, but it is very time consuming.  All that and I'm tired,too!   I have finally, just in the past two weeks, stopped being sick and weird with food.  The good news is that food, Diet Coke and coffee taste good again.  The bad news is I'll will start packing on the pounds now. I think the good out weighs the bad (no pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Cason are doing great and loving school.  Bryson is busy with cub scouts and Cason has been playing football.  I PROMISE we will post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6706659632160091670?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6706659632160091670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6706659632160091670' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6706659632160091670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6706659632160091670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!!!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5510150741633299419</id><published>2008-09-15T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:31:56.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Ella</title><content type='html'>I promise I will post soon with all of our "goings on."  We are just busy and VERY tired.  Please go to this link to find out about sweet Ella's story.  I grew up with Amy, Ella's mom and have been praying for this sweet baby for many months now.  God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking on the title "Prayers for Ella" should link you there, or use this link &lt;br /&gt;http://thecarderfamily.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5510150741633299419?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thecarderfamily.blogspot.com/' title='Prayers for Ella'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://thecarderfamily.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5510150741633299419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5510150741633299419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5510150741633299419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5510150741633299419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayers-for-ella.html' title='Prayers for Ella'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5395937257848396330</id><published>2008-08-27T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:36:47.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Post Alert</title><content type='html'>I added a new post that somehow got "stuck" in the computer.  Just FYI.  Wouldn't want you to miss any of our adventures. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just scroll down a bit and you will see some fun pictures from our time with the Cashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5395937257848396330?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5395937257848396330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5395937257848396330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5395937257848396330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5395937257848396330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-post-alert.html' title='Back Post Alert'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3100027485720510532</id><published>2008-08-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:29:27.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a friend...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diet Coke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little note to let you know that I have not forgotten about you.  I miss you terribly.  I'm so sorry that the taste and even the smell of you make me sick right now.  It has been six long weeks since I have experienced your joy.  Please know that I still think of all the good times we have had over the past 20+ years.  I feel sure that this is temporary.  I know that Sonic misses me just as much as you do.  But, for now, all my precious little baby will let me stomach is cold water, iced tea (!?!) and lemonade.  I hope to see you soon, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and regrets, &lt;br /&gt;Cherise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Please let your good friend COFFEE know that I miss him too.  However, the actual thought of him right now makes me violently ill....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3100027485720510532?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3100027485720510532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3100027485720510532' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3100027485720510532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3100027485720510532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-friend.html' title='Letter to a friend...'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-505246498508628153</id><published>2008-08-08T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:59:51.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's 9th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Bryson's Match game / swimming party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson James turned 9 on July 27th. We had his party on Monday at the church swimming pool.  Over 20 kids showed up to enjoy the fun and celebrate our young man.&lt;br /&gt;Bryson is still a game show junkie.  His favorite game show right now is Match Game.  This is an OLD game show from the 70's that plays on Game Show Network.  Our friend Jolie did an awesome job on the cake, as usual.  We enjoyed swimming, pizza, chicken nuggets from Chick-fil-A and cake.  Bryson came up with menu. :)&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of Bryson and all he has accomplished in his young life.  He is growing and maturing into a wonderful, godly, young man.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Bryson.  You are so very loved!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4449324d5455324d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bryson's 9th" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4449324d5455324d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-505246498508628153?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/505246498508628153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=505246498508628153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/505246498508628153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/505246498508628153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/08/brysons-9th-birthday.html' title='Bryson&apos;s 9th Birthday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2466709134775215089</id><published>2008-08-08T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:33:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They're here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stumbled across this blog, somehow we forgot to publish.  The saddest part is they are about to return to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;We loved having them here.  We are going to meet up with them this week-end for one last fun and activity filled time.&lt;br /&gt;I love the pictures of "the cousins".  I love that even though MANY miles seperate us for long periods of time, the relationship continues to grow and get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Cashes.  Hurry back!  (February, maybe...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4449324d6a41794f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Cousins" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4449324d6a41794f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2466709134775215089?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2466709134775215089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2466709134775215089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2466709134775215089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2466709134775215089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/08/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3954578048727782953</id><published>2008-07-31T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:06:52.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>I have never had a surprise party.  However, I have always loved surprises. Well, about 4 weeks ago, I received a rather big surprise.  Come the end of February, our little of family of 4 will become a family of 5!  &lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dr. on Tuesday and we saw our precious little gift and the heart beating away.  One downer is that I am not as far along as I thought I was.  According to "the chart" I should be 10 weeks along.  However, my body did not obey all the rules and I am actually 8 1/2 weeks along.  Only 10 days behind.  Oh well. I spend my life "behind" so I don't know why that info "surprised" me.&lt;br /&gt;This has been the sickest I have ever felt with a pregnancy. That is all I will say about that.  I know that is a sign of a healthy pregnancy and for that I am thankful.  I did get some great pills at the Dr. so I have enjoyed life a little more the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of fun stuff for the blog.  We have been having a great time with my sister and her family...  "The Cousins" as Cason refers to them.&lt;br /&gt;We also had Bryson's birthday party on Monday.  He turned 9 on Sunday. I have lots of emotions about that one.  I'm sure none of that has to do with the hormones of pregnancy. :)  I will post all of that soon. But, for now, I am off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3954578048727782953?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3954578048727782953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3954578048727782953' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3954578048727782953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3954578048727782953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7721577047075448805</id><published>2008-07-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:51:44.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Brownwood</title><content type='html'>So sorry that I have been a bad blogger lately.  Things have been wonderful, but busy.  My sister and her family arrived around midnight last night...YEA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This summer has already been very eventful! :-)  Stayed tuned to here why... &lt;br /&gt;For now, here are some pictures of the our week-end lake trip.  We had an awesome time.  I love Lake Brownwood. Many of my best childhood memories are of our time with family at my grandparents place there.  We had a great time swimming, riding the jet ski and hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite thing was our worship service on Sunday morning.  The boys planned the service.  Bryson was the worship leader, Alex was the preacher and Cason served communion.  It was precious...and of course, I did not get any pictures of it. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a6b344d5463304e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Lake Brownwood" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a6b344d5463304e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7721577047075448805?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7721577047075448805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7721577047075448805' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7721577047075448805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7721577047075448805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/07/lake-brownwood.html' title='Lake Brownwood'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3849000088967197213</id><published>2008-06-20T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:59:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Respite</title><content type='html'>Respite- a period of temporary delay; an interval of rest or relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I are about to leave for a much needed respite. The only downside is that Wade has to stay and work.  We are going to the lake with our friends Trisha, Alex, Katy, Elijah and Olivia. (Mr. Ben has to work, too.)  The change of scenery will be refreshing for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the thought of sitting on the patio with a Diet Coke, overlooking the beautiful lake, visiting with my sweet friend.  I am also excited because a friend of Trisha's is going to meet us there.  What is so exciting is that Jana is also one of my sister's dearest friends.  I have heard so much about her, but have never been able to spend time with her.  &lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, your ears will be burning! We will be making many plans for your arrival in the Lone Star State.  That will be in 18 days!!! Not that we're counting or anything. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy week-end, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3849000088967197213?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3849000088967197213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3849000088967197213' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3849000088967197213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3849000088967197213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/06/respite.html' title='Respite'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4218628596613788409</id><published>2008-06-07T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:54:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a while since I have posted.  We have had a busy start to a fun and full summer.  School was out on May 23rd. We were in the pool for our first swim of the summer on May 24th.  We have been in the water just about every day since then.  &lt;br /&gt;Cason started T-Ball. That has been quite an adventure.  The games are too fun.  Cason seems to be enjoying himself and is quite entertaining. :)&lt;br /&gt;We are full steam ahead on planning our summer kid's program at church.  "Backyard Buddies" will begin this Thursday.  This is our version of VBS.  We will meet every Thursday for the next 8 weeks.  After each meeting, which is from 10am-12pm, we will have family swim time from 12-2.  God has blessed our church with a beautiful and BIG backyard...and a pool.  It is these little treasures that make children's ministry so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the end of school and our summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Summer, friends!&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a59794e7a59304f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play End of School; Start of" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a59794e7a59304f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4218628596613788409?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4218628596613788409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4218628596613788409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4218628596613788409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4218628596613788409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7862457154831069160</id><published>2008-05-14T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:24:41.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Love Thee...</title><content type='html'>...I could count alot of ways!  On May 4th, Wade and I celebrated 12 years of marriage.  I have been composing this post in my head for a while now, but due to a hectic end of school year, am just now getting it posted.  Since we have been married for 12 years, I will list 12 reasons I love and appreciate my husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He takes care of me. When I am sick (or the boys are sick) he will go to the store at all hours of the night for medicine, 7-up, soup, crackers, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He always gets up for church on Sunday, even when he has worked all night and will only get 3 hours of sleep before he goes back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He protects our family.  One of Wade's friends in college once said that Wade is the type of guy who would never lose a fight.  I feel safe when he is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He loved me when I was fat.  He loves me now that I am "thin".  The way he treats me has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He loves and gets along well with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He loves and gets along well with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He is a romantic.  He wins in this area.  He is much better at this than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He never complains if the house is dirty or if dinner is not ready.  He has never placed demands on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He does the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He is an awesome daddy.  He loves children, but none more than his own. He was made to be a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He loves the Lord and is teaching our children to love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Nothing but God will ever come before his family.  I am sure of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God everyday for you, Wade.  Happy Anniversary, honey. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7862457154831069160?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7862457154831069160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7862457154831069160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7862457154831069160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7862457154831069160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How Do I Love Thee...'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7914206999514053958</id><published>2008-05-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:54:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect and Not So Perfect</title><content type='html'>I was dreading today.&lt;br /&gt;Today was our Grandparents/Special Friends Day at school.  What that actually translates to is this:  a day with a special musical program that involves costumes and lots of preschoolers; and 700 "special" guest at school and a huge feeding of the people; and a day where the kids are totally out of routine; and moms and dads and aunts and uncles and grandparents are all on the premises; and lots of staff and faculty in a bad mood because it is not only 2 weeks till school is out but it is a "special" day...You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was really dreading today. &lt;br /&gt;But then I woke up.  I walked into Bryson's room. I turned on the light and said "good morning, sunshine."  He sat up in bed, gave me a sleepy grin and said, "good morning, beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;A perfect start to a not so perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7914206999514053958?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7914206999514053958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7914206999514053958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7914206999514053958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7914206999514053958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-and-not-so-perfect.html' title='Perfect and Not So Perfect'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4631696571403915841</id><published>2008-05-03T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:46:45.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Saturday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I so dislike having our blog lay dormant for so long, but it has been so hard to find time to post.  There is alot going with the end of school and the move upon us.  Yes, I said move.  Not out of MOJO land, mind you.  Just down the street a few blocks.  A few weeks ago, we decided to take the plunge and buy my Grandaddy's house.  That is all I have the energy to say about that right now.  I am very excited, however, very overwhelmed.  I promise to post more of the details soon.  (I'm sure you are all sitting on the edge of your seats...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up at 6:00 this morning to let the dogs out, my mind started racing with all that is going on right now.  Nothing too major, just alot of "stuff". So in my typical fashion, I started making a mental list.  So here goes...my random list of thoughts for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I sure hope that this lady wants to buy our house so we don't have to put it on the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder how long our freshly cleaned carpet will stay clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I sure hope the lady makes it over to see the house while the floors are still polished and cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wonder how much the renovations on Grandaddy's house are going to cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really wish that it was possible for me to fly to Houston next week to see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-July still seems like a long time to wait to see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-July will be here before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm ready for school to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hope we have made the right decision about waiting another year for Cason to go to kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think I love Grandaddy's house more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want Robbi and Sherman (our neighbors) to move with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hope Bryson deals with this change well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wade and I have been married for 12 years...I wonder if we are buying presents for each other this year or will just go out and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will suggest we just go out to celebrate.  I have been trying too hard to de-clutter.  I don't want to add anything new at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I need to get with Trisha this week and figure out exactly what needs to be done for our summer kid's program at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am excited about our summer activities at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am ready for school to be out so that I can focus on children's ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really, really can't wait to see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  Random thoughts for the moment.  I'm sure there will be more added to the list as the day progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Saturday, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4631696571403915841?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4631696571403915841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4631696571403915841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4631696571403915841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4631696571403915841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-saturday-thoughts.html' title='Random Saturday Thoughts'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6218890652428725078</id><published>2008-04-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:37:55.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cason's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Our baby just turned 5!&lt;/strong&gt;  We had Cason's party at Astro Golf &amp; Games.(neon glowing golf, where everything is lit by black lights.)  We used lots of glow sticks and glow-in-the-dark paint. It turned out really cool! In fact, the owner was impressed with our efforts. She asked if she could borrow some of our ideas.  The kids just loved that everthing glowed!  One little boy told his parents Cason had the coolest house, because everthing in it glows.  Of coarse, we had a Power Rangers theme as well...by request from the birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d7a45774e6a51344e773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Cason's Birthday" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d7a45774e6a51344e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a scrapbook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6218890652428725078?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6218890652428725078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6218890652428725078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6218890652428725078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6218890652428725078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/04/casons-birthday.html' title='Cason&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1950692655930622227</id><published>2008-04-10T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T21:46:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASCAR</title><content type='html'>I have been sitting here for a while trying to think of something to say about our week-end. The fact of the matter is, there are just no words. It was unbelievable. I hope that you enjoy the pictures. The video clip at the bottom is of the first full throttle to start the race. The sound and force of that moment is indescribable. It literally took my breath away. One funny story. On the video you see the back of this guy who was sitting next to us. I'm not sure how many beers he consumed before sitting down, but you will see a picture of how many he consumed during the race. He liked us. He wanted to be our friend. At one point he handed Wade is IPhone and asked him to type in our name and number so he could keep in touch. Then he took a picture of us to put with our number. The kicker was when he handed Wade his IPhone again and left. He was gone for 45 minutes. I'm not sure what all Wade typed into the guys phone, but he was having fun. That poor guy is going to sober up and wonder who in the world those people are and why he has our number:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 bgColor=#ffffff border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d7a41304f4449774e413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height=330 alt="Click to play NASCAR" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d7a41304f4449774e413d3d0d0a.jpg" width=420&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height=46 alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" width=420&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target=_blank&gt;Make a photobook - it's easy!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;It was my first NASCAR race. It was certainly not my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-468e3a7777825b2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D468e3a7777825b2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591739%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4766F6DEDD466E934FE1F3D0FFC365F7FAFEE38E.4D154EF28C850C3FABEA9A143734AFCE5CCEC60F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D468e3a7777825b2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DejZzc6qxfUU1udtyxqUv1VuN4RM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D468e3a7777825b2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331591739%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4766F6DEDD466E934FE1F3D0FFC365F7FAFEE38E.4D154EF28C850C3FABEA9A143734AFCE5CCEC60F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D468e3a7777825b2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DejZzc6qxfUU1udtyxqUv1VuN4RM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1950692655930622227?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27c650304c998518&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=468e3a7777825b2e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1950692655930622227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1950692655930622227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1950692655930622227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1950692655930622227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/04/nascar.html' title='NASCAR'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5995661426137735244</id><published>2008-04-01T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:46:49.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU WERE A LITTLE GIRL IN THE 1970'S......</title><content type='html'>IF YOU WERE A LITTLE GIRL IN THE 1970'S...... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that had metal wheels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (admit it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had either a 'bowl cut' or 'pixie', not to mention the 'Dorothy Hamill'. &lt;br /&gt;People sometimes thought you were a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! You owned a 'Slip-n-Slide', on which you injured yourself on a sprinkler head more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned 'Klick-Klacks' and smacked yourself in the face more than once ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits, or the sunshine family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. &lt;br /&gt;The swing set tipped over at least once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color. (Oh yeah!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals (the ones with hard sole &amp; the buckle). You also had a pair of salt-water sandals.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad; you wore that Little House on the &lt;br /&gt;Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; &lt;br /&gt;and you despised Nellie Oleson! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONG! ('video tennis' ) was the most remarkable futuristic game you've ever heard of ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hairstyle was described as having 'wings' or 'feathers' and you kept it 'pretty' &lt;br /&gt;with the comb you kept in your back pocket. &lt;br /&gt;When you walked, the 'wings' flapped up and down, looked like you were gonna 'take off' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends, Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You carried a Muppets lunch box (or Annie!) to school and it was metal, not plastic. &lt;br /&gt;With the thermos inside; some were glass inside and broke the first time you dropped them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazzard was your boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU had Star Wars action figures, too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big event in your household each year when the 'Wizard of Oz' would come on TV. &lt;br /&gt;Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: 'Who will I marry. &lt;br /&gt;Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or David Cassidy?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and Fame soundtrack record album. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, &lt;br /&gt;or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy Blume books. &lt;br /&gt;(Are you there God, It's Me, Margaret.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Olivia Newton John's song 'Physical' was about aerobics. (?? its not??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with heart or rain bow designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You drowned yourself in Love's Baby Soft - which was the first 'real' perfume you ever owned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You glopped your lips in Strawberry Roll-on lip-gloss till it almost dripped off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS THIS ON TO ALL OF YOUR 30 OR 40-SOMETHING GIRLFRIENDS. &lt;br /&gt;IT WILL MAKE THEM SMILE TOO!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a6b334f544d7a4e773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play girl in the 70's" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a6b334f544d7a4e773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a photobook - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5995661426137735244?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5995661426137735244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5995661426137735244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5995661426137735244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5995661426137735244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-were-little-girl-in-1970s.html' title='IF YOU WERE A LITTLE GIRL IN THE 1970&apos;S......'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1423902541795742299</id><published>2008-03-29T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:52:24.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>I have found it difficult to write about personal spiritual experiences.  It always seems too hard to express in words.  I have had some thoughts rolling around in my head and heart for a while now. So, I am going to attempt to put these thoughts into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at my growing up years, I think my greatest moments of worship were the "mountain top" moments. These moments actually happened in the mountains, around a campfire.  Whether it be mission trip in Taos or Permian Basin Christian Camp in Guadalupe or Sacramento, these times singing around the campfire stick out in my mind.  I can remember being so filled with the spirit and so revived.  I loved the way the youth would express ourselves in worship.  Whether it be clapping (gasp) or closing our eyes and lifting our voices to God, we were somewhat uninhibited in these times of worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my heritage of faith and worship.  However, I would also say that in corporate worship, growing up, worship for me was inhibited.  There were rules. No clapping. No hands raised. No kneeling.  I can remember returning from camp or mission trip and feeling so confined in worship.  Back to the old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two years, Wade and I have been working and worshiping with a church that is completely uninhibited in worship.  Although our worship is acapella, we do have instrumental music played at times.  Also, our worship leader does on occasion play the guitar.  Clapping, raising our hands, kneeling, laying on of hands, etc. are common in our church home.  I have loved and appreciated this freedom I have in worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I was looking the most forward to at the conference in San Diego, was the praise and worship time.  It was awesome.  That first night we were there, I was overcome with the power of it all.  It was the first time that I had ever worshipped with a full praise band.  It was so neat to sing along with the songs that I sing everyday in the car as I listen to Christian radio.  I remember feeling so free to sing as loud as I could because the music would cover up my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but be in awe of the people surrounding me.  There were over 3000 people.  Many of these people were very active in their worship.  From the first note, they had their hands held high, singing to our savior.  It occured to me that this was normal for all of these people.  As new as this experience was for me, this was not new for the majority of the people in the room.  There were people from all denominations, from all over the country.  It made me smile.  I thanked God for bringing me to this place for this new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God provided a moment for me.  On the second night we were there, it came time for praise and worship.  We all stood and the band began to play &lt;em&gt;How Great is Our God&lt;/em&gt; by Chris Tomlin.  This has become one of my favorite worship songs to sing in church.  Now, although raising hands in worship is commonplace at church, I have never quite felt comfortable.  There have been a few moments that I have found myself lifting my hands in praise, but it is not "natural" for me.  Standing there singing this beautiful song about my Father, to my Father, I found myself in one of those moments.  There was no other place to go but "up".  And then it happened.  This one moment.  At the end of the song, the worship leader began to sing &lt;em&gt;How Great Thou Art&lt;/em&gt;, and the instruments stopped.  All you could hear were 3000 voices singing to God. It was my heritage. Everyone was speaking my language. I felt God wrap his hands around me. I heard my voice. I heard His voice. It wasn't until the song was over that I realized that I was standing with both hands held high above me, my head lifted back, my eyes closed.  Just me and God.  He took me "back" to bring me closer to Him.  He took me back to my roots of acapella worship, to lead me to being free enough to express myself as I speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said before, I believe in the power of all worship to God.  I believe that God is honored by instrumental praise. I also believe that my love language with God is acapella music.  He will lead me to Him, no matter what.  He will listen, no matter my voice.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speaks.  All I need to do is listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1423902541795742299?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1423902541795742299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1423902541795742299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1423902541795742299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1423902541795742299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2060578904333559526</id><published>2008-03-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:34:28.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Having boys we don't have to worry about Easter bonnets &amp; dresses; but, their Nanna made sure they still looked good for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a6b794e6a59774d673d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Easter Sunday" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a6b794e6a59774d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2060578904333559526?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2060578904333559526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2060578904333559526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2060578904333559526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2060578904333559526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5818862467577514566</id><published>2008-03-26T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:01:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in Friona</title><content type='html'>On Friday (3-21-08) we went to Friona to suprise my Grandmother (Grambie) for her   80th birthday.  So of coarse, we celebrated Easter while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a6b794e6a4d354f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Easter in Friona" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a6b794e6a4d354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5818862467577514566?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5818862467577514566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5818862467577514566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5818862467577514566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5818862467577514566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-in-friona.html' title='Easter in Friona'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4165483504407827030</id><published>2008-03-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:38:04.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what the Easter-bunny brought!!</title><content type='html'>Easter morning always starts by seeing what the Easter bunny brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPHWlS5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Lv9ogKjhxp8/s1600-h/Eastbunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPHWlS5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Lv9ogKjhxp8/s320/Eastbunny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900571494508114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason in his underwear, excited about getting underwear (Power Ranger Jungle Fury underwear!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPIWlS5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/G5BwK9eky8Q/s1600-h/Eastbunny1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPIWlS5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/G5BwK9eky8Q/s320/Eastbunny1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900588674377314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason got a Power Ranger coloring/activity book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPImlS5nI/AAAAAAAAAlg/z5zYwHOd3l8/s1600-h/Eastbunny2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPImlS5nI/AAAAAAAAAlg/z5zYwHOd3l8/s320/Eastbunny2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900592969344626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter bunny must be a Tony Stewart fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPI2lS5oI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g2qaNVbqicA/s1600-h/Eastbunny3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPI2lS5oI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g2qaNVbqicA/s320/Eastbunny3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900597264311938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson got some Tony gear too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPJWlS5pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XF6NLSHIcnE/s1600-h/Eastbunny4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPJWlS5pI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XF6NLSHIcnE/s320/Eastbunny4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900605854246546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson got a pirates coloring/activity book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4165483504407827030?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4165483504407827030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4165483504407827030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4165483504407827030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4165483504407827030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-what-easter-bunny-brought.html' title='Look what the Easter-bunny brought!!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R-nPHWlS5lI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Lv9ogKjhxp8/s72-c/Eastbunny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3014089576164964284</id><published>2008-03-24T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:21:03.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Darla, Brylie, &amp; Lawson came to Odessa to hang out over "spring break".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d6a6b774f444d784f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Spring Break" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d6a6b774f444d784f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a slideshow - it's easy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3014089576164964284?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3014089576164964284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3014089576164964284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3014089576164964284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3014089576164964284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7696520963816962139</id><published>2008-03-11T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:11:29.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh...it is good to be home.  I had an AMAZING trip.  I am still trying to process all I heard and learned.  I'm sure it will take several posts as I form these feelings and thoughts and try to put them out there.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to share some pictures with you. However, I forgot to take my camera! But, never fear, that is what disposable cameras are for, right. Well, I purchased my overpriced ($15!!!) camera and commenced to take picture after picture of all our adventures.  &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about those cameras.  If you leave them in your purse as they go through x-ray at airport security, all of the pictures disappear! What a neat trick, huh! :-(&lt;br /&gt;So, let me take you on a virtual tour for just a second. Picture with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the beautiful Pacific Ocean&lt;br /&gt;-palm trees&lt;br /&gt;-the Hotel Del Coronado (The Del)&lt;br /&gt;-In-n-Out Burger (yes, I ate a hamburger and fries...okay, half a hamburger and fries. It was delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;-the street sign that read "Sassafrass"...just for you, Nicole :)&lt;br /&gt;-Trisha standing in front of a Pepsi machine with a frown on her face. (the resort we stayed at only served Pepsi products. We had to leave and drive to the nearest store to stock up on Diet Coke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went off without a hitch (except for that whole Pepsi thing). However, when we arrived at the airport, we were informed that our flight had been cancelled.  All flights into DFW were cancelled due to SNOW. What!?! No worries...Trisha called her daddy, who told us he had free tickets on Southwest we could use.  His secretary had us booked on a flight within 15 mins.  Instead of going through DFW, we went through Phoenix and Albuquerque.  We did have to stop in both places and change planes, so our poor luggage did not arrive home until 12 hours after we did.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip and I can hardly wait to go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7696520963816962139?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7696520963816962139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7696520963816962139' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7696520963816962139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7696520963816962139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/san-diego.html' title='San Diego'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8533487276943807675</id><published>2008-03-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:14:11.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane...</title><content type='html'>...but I do know when I'll be back again.  I am leaving in the morning to go to a Children's Ministry Conference in San Diego, Cal.  I will return late Thursday night.  My parents are here to help care for the boys while Wade works.  The substitutes are in place to take care of my kids at school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which excites me more...the exciting adventure of a trip to San Diego or the sweet time I will have with my sister/friend, Trisha.&lt;br /&gt;We are not quite sure what we will do with ourselves without our children and responsibilities.  However, I'm sure we will think of something. :-)  I'm also sure that "something" will include wonderful conversation, a long nap on the plane, and alot of Diet Coke. &lt;br /&gt;I do know that we will come back spiritually fed, ready to tackle a summer full of ministry opportunities, and ready to see our families.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8533487276943807675?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8533487276943807675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8533487276943807675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8533487276943807675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8533487276943807675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane...'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-550596561777570602</id><published>2008-02-25T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:45:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe: Part Two</title><content type='html'>I know this post has been a while in the making.  I have had to really think about what it is I believe in now.  I really do not have any profound or inspirational things to say to begin this post.  I will just begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I believe Jesus is the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe he died for my sins.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe God is who he says he is.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe God can do what he says he can do.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe God's word is alive and active in me.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe I am saved by grace.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe there is an active spiritual world and battles that I do not see.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe I am safe, protected by the Holy Spirit in me.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe God adores praise and worship.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe God is honored with instrumental worship.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe acapella worship is my love language.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe each person has his/her own personal relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in the love I have for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in the love my husband has for me.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe we will be together until death parts us.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in the incredible power and brilliance of an autistic mind.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe Bryson has abilities that many will never have.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe Bryson will form precious relationships in his life, will get married and have a family.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe Cason is the happiest child in the world.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe Cason seeks pure joy in life.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in precious friendships that last for ages.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in the power God has as he reconnects people throughout our journey on earth.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe my parents did everything right in raising children.  I want to parent like they parent.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe my sister is and always will be my hero.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe every person has what it takes to lose weight and live a healthy lifestyle.  It is a choice.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in the simple pleasures of diet coke and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe a hot bath can cure a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;-I believe in Mojo football :-)&lt;br /&gt;-I still believe in the power of a song.&lt;br /&gt;-And I will always, for the rest of my life on earth, believe in "real" mashed potatoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write it all out, it sure does not seem like much.  I know that I believe in so much more, I just can not put it into words...yet. Part of me is a little afraid of the reaction of some of things that I may believe in.  I know that I still have a lot more growing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-550596561777570602?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/550596561777570602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=550596561777570602' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/550596561777570602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/550596561777570602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-believe-part-two.html' title='I Believe: Part Two'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2373668799273094880</id><published>2008-02-14T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:06:09.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day and a Meme</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day friends.  We had a big day with all of our parties at school.  Bryson is sick now, so the party has stopped.  The boys are in bed and Wade is at work, so I decided to spend some time catching up on the blog.  &lt;br /&gt;I promise that the second part of my "I Believe" post is coming soon.  However, I decided to throw my hat into the meme ring.  Melanie tagged anyone who had not been tagged yet and I guess that would be me.  &lt;br /&gt;There are rules, but I am too lazy to post them.  Here are 5 non-important habits/quirks about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I love white noise.  It is so comforting to me.  I love to go to bed with the sound of the fan or my sound spa machine.  The sound of the hair dryer makes me want to crawl up under the covers and take a long winters nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have this incredible memory when it comes to music.  I can usually sing a song from memory after only hearing it one or two times.  I can also remember all of the words and moves to every single one of my masterfollies shows.  What is even scarier is that I can remember most of the words from every Alpha Chi and CD show from when I was in school.  Yes, it gets worse.  My sisters shows.  Yes, I can sing through all of my sisters masterfollies shows as well.  I know. I'm a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  For a long time, my dream was to become the first female football coach.  I seriously considered this while career planning in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I count when I am sitting still. I count the number of ceiling tiles, chair legs, etc.  I can not tell you how many times a day I count the number of slats in my plantation shutters in my living room, or the number of tiles and light fixtures in my classroom.  It is very OCD.  In fact, if the number turns out odd, or a number I don't like, I will add something to make the number come out "right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I have unusually short legs.  I hide it well because I wear heals and long pants.  I do not own a pair of true capri pants.  All of the capri pants that I have bought hit me at mid calf or right above the ankle.  My legs are so short that there is not much difference in my height when I am standing and sitting.  Most restaurants I go to, my feet don't touch the ground and I look like a giant sitting with all of my friends. So, I slouch alot while sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  I tag Cheryl, Tania, and Monica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2373668799273094880?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2373668799273094880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2373668799273094880' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2373668799273094880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2373668799273094880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-and-meme.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day and a Meme'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-885069813930272093</id><published>2008-02-07T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:09:54.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>One of the most exciting things about cub scouts is the annual pinewood derby.  This is our second year to enter a car.  Bryson is more into the theme of the car, than if it's fast or not.  We finished 2nd over-all last year, but were 4th in our division this year.  We went for style rather than speed! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFFRE6seI/AAAAAAAAAko/kHUwUVvx-tw/s1600-h/pine-derby4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFFRE6seI/AAAAAAAAAko/kHUwUVvx-tw/s320/pine-derby4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438091984450018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson finished 4th in the wolf division (2nd grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFFxE6sfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4P0ih6lJ4o0/s1600-h/pine-derby8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFFxE6sfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4P0ih6lJ4o0/s320/pine-derby8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438100574384626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Cason both had a car this year. Cason is our junior scout "mascot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFGBE6sgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XGAw9XQtxDo/s1600-h/Elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFGBE6sgI/AAAAAAAAAk4/XGAw9XQtxDo/s320/Elvis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438104869351938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson's Elvis car!  (We had a Tony Stewart car last year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFGRE6shI/AAAAAAAAAlA/uGHiADIr_uk/s1600-h/power-rangers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFGRE6shI/AAAAAAAAAlA/uGHiADIr_uk/s320/power-rangers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438109164319250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason's Power Ranger car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFHBE6siI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EWxXiRdR4Ow/s1600-h/pine-derby5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFHBE6siI/AAAAAAAAAlI/EWxXiRdR4Ow/s320/pine-derby5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164438122049221154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack 91, pinewood derby contestants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-885069813930272093?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/885069813930272093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=885069813930272093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/885069813930272093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/885069813930272093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/02/pinewood-derby.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R6vFFRE6seI/AAAAAAAAAko/kHUwUVvx-tw/s72-c/pine-derby4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4812002913967704022</id><published>2008-02-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:53:59.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe:  Part One</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, I came across my journal from Dr. Blassingame's Freshman English class at LCU.  One of our assignments was to make a list of all of the things that we believe in.  I remember being puzzled by the assignment and, of course, put it off until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that immediately came to mind while reading this long lost list was my precious friend and roommate Stephanie.  She too was taking this class.  I remember staying up most of the night, sitting on my bed, as we made our list.  She found the assignment easy and as she began reading her list, I too, got on a roll.  We laushed and cried and had a wonderful conversation, while trying, in our "mature" 18 year old minds, to figure out what exactly we believed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, I came across a scripture in my church small group Bible study that struck me. It is the story of the boy with the evil spirit whom Jesus healed.  The verses are in Mark 9:22-24.  The boy's father ask Jesus that "if he could" to heal his son.  Jesus stated, "If you can? Everything is possible for those who believe."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part of the scripture that struck me.  The boys father EXCLAIMED, "I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!"  Even with the strong belief I do have, there are still ways that I need to believe God more.  I am still learning this.  One of the greatest spiritual growth opportunities that I have had recently was to take Beth Moore's "Believing God" Bible study. So now, I have decided I need to make another list.  I have been searching my heart as to the things I believe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list is still in progress and I will share when I complete it.  For now, I want to share some of the things that I wrote down when I was 18 years old and a freshman in college.  On that night, when Steph and I were making our list, I will never forget two things that Steph wrote on her list.  One was that she believed that Jesus was the Son of God and that He came to save her.  My precious little friend is with Jesus now.  She sits in Heaven with him because of her belief.  The other thing she wrote down that I will never forget was she believed in "real mashed potatoes". :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Believe In (1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus is the son of God&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus died to save me from my sins&lt;br /&gt;-because I have obeyed Him, repented of my sins, confessed His name and been baptized I will go to heaven to be with Him someday.&lt;br /&gt;-Christian education&lt;br /&gt;-my parents love for me&lt;br /&gt;-my parents love for each other&lt;br /&gt;-my sisters love for me&lt;br /&gt;-my grandparents love for me&lt;br /&gt;-Mojo football (I know...deep!)&lt;br /&gt;-a single red rose&lt;br /&gt;-true friendship&lt;br /&gt;-there is such a thing as the perfect roommate (Steph and I both put this one)&lt;br /&gt;-true love (Wade and I had just started dating and I was smitten)&lt;br /&gt;-the power of a song (I was a little dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;-home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were more, of course, but I think you have the idea. I obviously had alot of growing to do.  I  remember how grown up and mature I felt.  I no longer feel that way about myself.  I feel that even though I have grown, I still have much work to do. &lt;br /&gt;So, my friends,what do you believe in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4812002913967704022?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4812002913967704022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4812002913967704022' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4812002913967704022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4812002913967704022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-believe-part-one.html' title='I Believe:  Part One'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3808530273646723233</id><published>2008-01-28T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T19:14:31.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?!?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I NEED to be working hard on preparing for my Weight Watchers meeting tomorrow.  However, I read a HILARIOUS story on my sweet friend's family blog yesterday and I just have to share.  This is a true story about a conversation between my friend's brother and his 2 yr old son.  On Friday, "dad" was driving in the car with all of their 5 children and praying with them.  It was "2 yr.old sons" turn to pray and here it is as "mom" recapped it on the blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Thank you for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Son:  Thank you for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Jesus is our Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Son:  Jesus is our Joy.&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Jesus is our Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Son:  Jesus is our Peace.&lt;br /&gt;{there were more, but we will fast forward}&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Jesus is our Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Son:  Jesus is our Happy penis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom" said the prayer ended there. &lt;br /&gt;I thought you all would enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;I am off to save the world from weight issues.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a HAPPY day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3808530273646723233?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3808530273646723233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3808530273646723233' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3808530273646723233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3808530273646723233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness?!?'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6454114885540923190</id><published>2008-01-26T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:02:45.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing and Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>First of all, thank you to everyone for your prayers and sweet comments on behalf of my family.  Please continue to pray for my Aunt Jean and cousins Patricia, Rick and Vickie as they deal with the aftermath of the tragedy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This week was a much better week.  Just more of the same as far as our life goes.  On Thursday, the boys and I got to go to my Mom's retirement party.  It was there that she FINALLY got to open her gift from Cheryl and I.  You see, I have been dying to shout from the rooftops...of my blog..that MOM AND I ARE GOING TO A NASCAR RACE IN APRIL! Oh, Dad and Wade are going to.  I don't think they are nearly as excited about it as Mom and I.  We are on the FRONT ROW, in the FRONTSTRECH, right across from the exit of PIT ROAD.  I will clarify for all of you NASCAR lay people that those are REALLY GREAT SEATS!!!!  My wonderful sister-in-law has already agreed to watch the boys for us that day.  They live in the metroplex, so it has all worked out well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are five things on "my list of things to do" that I am saving, praying and planning for.  This is actually the first to be marked off of the list.  It was just such a perfect time with Mom's retirement.  The other four things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      1) Take the boys to Disneyland or Disneyworld&lt;br /&gt;                      2) Go to a Dallas Cowboy Football Game with my Dad&lt;br /&gt;                      3) Visit my sister in Africa&lt;br /&gt;                      4) Go on a cruise with Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we are really excited.  This morning we got in the racing mood with the annual Cub Scout Pine Wood Derby.  Pictures will be posted soon.  Wade and the boys(mainly Wade) worked really hard on cars.  Cason got to participate in the family round even though he could not offically compete.  I love to watch Wade and the boys interact in these fun ways.  He is such a good Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will leave it at that for now.  Oh, and while I am "randoming", I am watching the Miss America Pageant.  It is very...different this year.  Odd, really.  Oh, and mercy on the talent competition.  Simon Cowell would have a stroke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6454114885540923190?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6454114885540923190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6454114885540923190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6454114885540923190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6454114885540923190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/racing-and-random-thoughts.html' title='Racing and Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8882020378082071413</id><published>2008-01-21T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:35:09.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>No school today!  It is 10:00am and I am still in my pj's, drinking my second cup of coffee, at the computer. (sigh....)  I decided to post about my week last week.  It was a hard week.  For reasons that we still do not know, my Uncle Wilson chose to take his own life on Tuesday.  He is my dad's oldest brother.  Uncle Wilson has always been a part of my life, even though I did not see him very often.  As the priest said at his service, he was a very "quirky" man.  He was also very loveable.  The blessing of all of this is the sweet time we spent with family on Friday.  &lt;br /&gt;Now it feels kind of funny to hear myself say this.  You see, I have not always enjoyed going to family reunions of any kind.  I have always been annoyed by all of these strange people, talking all at once, about all the things they did when they were little.  We as the little children are supposed to laugh merrily and pretend to know exactly what they were talking about.  Well, the tide has changed.  I caught myself, being a strange person, talking at the same time to everyone, about all the things we did when we were little.  No matter how different we all are (and seriously, there are several who are REALLY DIFFERENT, think Christmas Vacation)we are FAMILY.  And that is precious.  We left Friday afternoon, all with a strong resolve to get together this summer when Cheryl and her family are in the states.&lt;br /&gt;On a less serious note, we were all standing around at the cemetary and decided to take pictures.  This was the first time that we have seen one of my uncles and his family since my Grandpa passed away in '95.  We all gathered around and took pictures and did not think anything of it.  Yesterday, my dad posted this pictures on his blog.  What we did not realize is that my Uncle Wilson's casket is in the background of all of the pictures.  Ahhhh...family:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8882020378082071413?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8882020378082071413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8882020378082071413' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8882020378082071413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8882020378082071413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-686024072743846428</id><published>2008-01-15T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:38:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Bella!</title><content type='html'>One of my students gave me a Pekingese puppy for Christmas.  Here are some pictures of our furry new family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SUSEVpAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0AkGMS2lN0k/s1600-h/Bella11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SUSEVpAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0AkGMS2lN0k/s320/Bella11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797288065803266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SUyEVpBI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rV3WlBn-U7Y/s1600-h/Bella3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SUyEVpBI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rV3WlBn-U7Y/s320/Bella3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797296655737874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SVCEVpCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vb7gmrL4BTo/s1600-h/Bella6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SVCEVpCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vb7gmrL4BTo/s320/Bella6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797300950705186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SViEVpDI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pWd6r-9DdUw/s1600-h/Bella7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SViEVpDI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pWd6r-9DdUw/s320/Bella7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797309540639794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I know SHE is a dog and all, but I finally have little girl to put bows in her hair.  Her signiture color is PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SVyEVpEI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o9YaVZjpd8g/s1600-h/Bella9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SVyEVpEI/AAAAAAAAAkg/o9YaVZjpd8g/s320/Bella9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155797313835607106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-686024072743846428?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/686024072743846428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=686024072743846428' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/686024072743846428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/686024072743846428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-bella.html' title='Oh, Bella!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40SUSEVpAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0AkGMS2lN0k/s72-c/Bella11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4006885873556504795</id><published>2008-01-15T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:25:21.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair Project</title><content type='html'>Yeah, another project!  Bryson had to do a science fair project about John Glenn.  Actually, it's more like a biography done in a science fair format.  He was excited!  He told us, "Be sure and take a picture so we can put it on our blog."  So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40RziEVo9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/rIHWf5IaC5A/s1600-h/science.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40RziEVo9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/rIHWf5IaC5A/s320/science.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155796725425087442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a Q &amp; A session where parents could come in and ask questions about their project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40RzyEVo-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/2spUooK_kVA/s1600-h/science2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40RzyEVo-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/2spUooK_kVA/s320/science2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155796729720054754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher was impressed, he actually knew so much about John Glenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40R0SEVo_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/awEflIO8Cb8/s1600-h/self-pic(Bryson).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40R0SEVo_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/awEflIO8Cb8/s320/self-pic(Bryson).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155796738309989362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busted!  When I was downloading these pics I found a bunch of pics of things like the TV, computer, toilet, ect.... We were puzzled as to who took them till we came across this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4006885873556504795?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4006885873556504795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4006885873556504795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4006885873556504795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4006885873556504795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/science-fair-project.html' title='Science Fair Project'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R40RziEVo9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/rIHWf5IaC5A/s72-c/science.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3883220967466276090</id><published>2008-01-03T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:16:18.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa was good to the Procter boys</title><content type='html'>Slow as usual, you can see it's well after new year's before I got the pictures from Christmas posted! We had a great Christmas, and made it back from Sterling City &amp; San Angelo safely.  The boy's made out like bandits!  Call if you ever have a question about power rangers or are stumped by a question from a game show.  I've spent every free minute since Christmas becoming an expert in these subjects thanks to my kids.  If you want to know about Elvis skip me and go straight to Bryson or Nana; I'm still lacking in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PCEVo1I/AAAAAAAAAio/Gldk9NFlmVU/s1600-h/Christmas(07)26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PCEVo1I/AAAAAAAAAio/Gldk9NFlmVU/s320/Christmas(07)26.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151481614732469074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys discovering the stash left by Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PSEVo2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/l7rupbgpNec/s1600-h/Christmas(07)29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PSEVo2I/AAAAAAAAAiw/l7rupbgpNec/s320/Christmas(07)29.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151481619027436386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and Cason playing with their toys on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PiEVo3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/EoRAiEwakvI/s1600-h/Christmas(07)22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PiEVo3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/EoRAiEwakvI/s320/Christmas(07)22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151481623322403698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys both got a Nintendo D/S ; wish we'd thought of this earlier they were captavated and quiet for hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PyEVo4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/5t05Z69I1ZY/s1600-h/Christmas(07)20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PyEVo4I/AAAAAAAAAjA/5t05Z69I1ZY/s320/Christmas(07)20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151481627617371010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of the last time Cason was this still or quiet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329QCEVo5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/s7a-ROY-ld8/s1600-h/Christmas(07)21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329QCEVo5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/s7a-ROY-ld8/s320/Christmas(07)21.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151481631912338322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nintendo D/S was a hit with both boys, still waiting for them to let me have a turn though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3883220967466276090?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3883220967466276090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3883220967466276090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3883220967466276090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3883220967466276090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-was-good-to-procter-boys.html' title='Santa was good to the Procter boys'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R329PCEVo1I/AAAAAAAAAio/Gldk9NFlmVU/s72-c/Christmas(07)26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-9130573492266490430</id><published>2008-01-03T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:55:46.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day at the King's house</title><content type='html'>This year we to Sterling City to have Christmas at the Money's (Nana &amp; Papa) house.  Christmas day we all went into San Angelo to spend the day at Tommy &amp; Pat's (Cherise's uncle &amp; aunt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326fiEVoxI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Blfrl-AfmDs/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326fiEVoxI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Blfrl-AfmDs/s320/x-mas+dinner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478599665427218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn and kids, sang for everyone.  Papa, Bryson, Cason, &amp; Jaron (Carlon's son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326gCEVoyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UPgaTzo8SYE/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326gCEVoyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UPgaTzo8SYE/s320/x-mas+dinner1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478608255361826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson, Cason, and Jaron help sing all our christmas favorites and a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326gSEVozI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DnQZkN-QTj0/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326gSEVozI/AAAAAAAAAiY/DnQZkN-QTj0/s320/x-mas+dinner2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478612550329138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason &amp; Jaron enjoyed entertaining Graddaddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326giEVo0I/AAAAAAAAAig/R52IJI08Qtk/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326giEVo0I/AAAAAAAAAig/R52IJI08Qtk/s320/x-mas+dinner4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151478616845296450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa putting on a show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-9130573492266490430?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/9130573492266490430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=9130573492266490430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/9130573492266490430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/9130573492266490430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-day-at-kings-house.html' title='Christmas day at the King&apos;s house'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R326fiEVoxI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Blfrl-AfmDs/s72-c/x-mas+dinner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4085540060190394910</id><published>2008-01-03T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:34:47.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pictures</title><content type='html'>One of the biggest downsides to having a house full of family on Christmas is that someone always wants a picture! LOL! It's always an adventure, especially when kids who'd much rather be playing with their new toys are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3205iEVouI/AAAAAAAAAhw/n6vUYjDm5iM/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3205iEVouI/AAAAAAAAAhw/n6vUYjDm5iM/s320/x-mas+dinner6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151472449272259298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King Family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3206iEVovI/AAAAAAAAAh4/s1soZ3d3EUc/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3206iEVovI/AAAAAAAAAh4/s1soZ3d3EUc/s320/x-mas+dinner12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151472466452128498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cousins! Tanner, Jeff, Cherise, &amp; Carlon (you were truelly missed, Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3207CEVowI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GUdRDJvElgQ/s1600-h/x-mas+dinner10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3207CEVowI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GUdRDJvElgQ/s320/x-mas+dinner10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151472475042063106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cousins are now all married!  Tanner &amp; Joanna, Jeff &amp; Rebecca, Cherise &amp; "that guy", and Carlon &amp; Raven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4085540060190394910?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4085540060190394910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4085540060190394910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4085540060190394910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4085540060190394910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-pictures.html' title='Family pictures'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R3205iEVouI/AAAAAAAAAhw/n6vUYjDm5iM/s72-c/x-mas+dinner6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2909083074926737863</id><published>2008-01-03T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:21:07.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Granddaddy his gifts.</title><content type='html'>We went to visit Granddaddy at his new home the Royal Estates, in San Angelo; and gave him his presents to open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sWCEVorI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j0O5eY8xcxU/s1600-h/Christmas(07)23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sWCEVorI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j0O5eY8xcxU/s320/Christmas(07)23.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151463043293881010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would Christmas be without a Nascar calender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sXCEVosI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PbMbJviAjB0/s1600-h/Christmas(07)24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sXCEVosI/AAAAAAAAAhg/PbMbJviAjB0/s320/Christmas(07)24.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151463060473750210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason was helping Granddaddy open his gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sXiEVotI/AAAAAAAAAho/YSig26Jg-UE/s1600-h/Christmas(07)25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sXiEVotI/AAAAAAAAAho/YSig26Jg-UE/s320/Christmas(07)25.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151463069063684818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants! Granddaddy got pants; and Cason was happy for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2909083074926737863?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2909083074926737863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2909083074926737863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2909083074926737863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2909083074926737863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-granddaddy-his-gifts.html' title='Giving Granddaddy his gifts.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32sWCEVorI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j0O5eY8xcxU/s72-c/Christmas(07)23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4367066089547186182</id><published>2008-01-03T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:43:16.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Money's</title><content type='html'>Bryson &amp; Cason weren't the only ones to get gifts this year!(Although they did seem to get more than the rest of us.)  The adults managed to get a few gifts from under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oHiEVomI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9Y8KPzQEa4s/s1600-h/Christmas(07)15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oHiEVomI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9Y8KPzQEa4s/s320/Christmas(07)15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458396139266658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!  Nana &amp; Papa finally made it off the "Naughty" list; they actually got presents this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oICEVonI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xKe7GFHrLNI/s1600-h/Christmas(07)17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oICEVonI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xKe7GFHrLNI/s320/Christmas(07)17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458404729201266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's new shirt! Our gifts don't seem as exciting as the boys; must be an age thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oISEVooI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5RxuFQrIn48/s1600-h/Christmas(07)19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oISEVooI/AAAAAAAAAhA/5RxuFQrIn48/s320/Christmas(07)19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458409024168578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherise got a new lap top computer and 4-in-1 printer! (Ok, this gift really was as exciting as the toys.) Cherise reacted about as excitedlly as the boys did with their gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oIiEVopI/AAAAAAAAAhI/883t39BUwKo/s1600-h/Christmas(07)31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oIiEVopI/AAAAAAAAAhI/883t39BUwKo/s320/Christmas(07)31.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458413319135890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana had a stocking full of goodies; here she is with her "special" candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oIyEVoqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/22rFiB_tvJU/s1600-h/Christmas(07)32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oIyEVoqI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/22rFiB_tvJU/s320/Christmas(07)32.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458417614103202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa got a stocking loaded with goodies, as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4367066089547186182?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4367066089547186182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4367066089547186182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4367066089547186182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4367066089547186182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-at-moneys.html' title='Christmas at the Money&apos;s'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32oHiEVomI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9Y8KPzQEa4s/s72-c/Christmas(07)15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8334086563487043388</id><published>2008-01-03T19:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:25:31.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson made off like "the king",  Elvis that is.</title><content type='html'>Bryson did pretty well for himself this year!  Much like his brother, Bryson's gifts seem to follow a theme. It was either Elvis related or had something to do with game shows. Hey the kid knows what he likes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kPSEVohI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C85Se5IiAPY/s1600-h/Christmas(07)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kPSEVohI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C85Se5IiAPY/s320/Christmas(07)1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454131236741650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana &amp; Papa gave Bryson a nice Bible, much like the one I got for my birthday. The boys like that we now have matching Bibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kPiEVoiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qm6NKy30csg/s1600-h/Christmas(07)11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kPiEVoiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/qm6NKy30csg/s320/Christmas(07)11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454135531708962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson with his mountain of gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQCEVojI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mUUnoidRTfo/s1600-h/Christmas(07)27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQCEVojI/AAAAAAAAAgY/mUUnoidRTfo/s320/Christmas(07)27.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454144121643570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Press Your Luck DVD interactive game! Just what I always wanted!"&lt;br /&gt;A direct quote from Bryson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQSEVokI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AaT911iy7nQ/s1600-h/Christmas(07)7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQSEVokI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AaT911iy7nQ/s320/Christmas(07)7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454148416610882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Elvis CD! I thought we already had every song he ever recorded; guess not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQiEVolI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4HrlPzVIYTU/s1600-h/Christmas(07)6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kQiEVolI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4HrlPzVIYTU/s320/Christmas(07)6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151454152711578194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Jeopardy home version.  What kid doesn't idollize Alex Tribeck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8334086563487043388?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8334086563487043388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8334086563487043388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8334086563487043388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8334086563487043388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/bryson-made-off-like-king-elvis-that-is.html' title='Bryson made off like &quot;the king&quot;,  Elvis that is.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32kPSEVohI/AAAAAAAAAgI/C85Se5IiAPY/s72-c/Christmas(07)1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7648984405821700646</id><published>2008-01-03T18:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:08:21.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cason had a good Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what list Santa was looking at, but somehow Cason was on the "nice" list judging by what all he got! Just joking, he's really is a good kid; although a little hyper(not sure where he got that?)sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gDyEVocI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UgA8k-WFzMc/s1600-h/Christmas(07)13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gDyEVocI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UgA8k-WFzMc/s320/Christmas(07)13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449535621734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power ranger rescue/assault vehicle!(0r fire truck as he calls it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gESEVodI/AAAAAAAAAfo/67mL9WJFmMA/s1600-h/Christmas(07)28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gESEVodI/AAAAAAAAAfo/67mL9WJFmMA/s320/Christmas(07)28.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449544211669458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! power rangers! Almost everything Cason got had something to do with power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gEyEVoeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/m_N7f0pGOwA/s1600-h/Christmas(07)30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gEyEVoeI/AAAAAAAAAfw/m_N7f0pGOwA/s320/Christmas(07)30.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449552801604066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's a power ranger watch; Go figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gFCEVofI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UbzX2jsQrTM/s1600-h/Christmas(07)4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gFCEVofI/AAAAAAAAAf4/UbzX2jsQrTM/s320/Christmas(07)4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449557096571378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherise and I got the boys each a Nintendo D/S, hand-held game system.  One guess on what kind of game Cason got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gFSEVogI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EJWXWVGcQOo/s1600-h/Christmas(07)5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gFSEVogI/AAAAAAAAAgA/EJWXWVGcQOo/s320/Christmas(07)5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151449561391538690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See not everything was power rangers!  Nana &amp; Papa got him a Bible, like daddy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7648984405821700646?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7648984405821700646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7648984405821700646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7648984405821700646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7648984405821700646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/cason-had-good-christmas.html' title='Cason had a good Christmas!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32gDyEVocI/AAAAAAAAAfg/UgA8k-WFzMc/s72-c/Christmas(07)13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4042761129683468875</id><published>2008-01-03T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T18:05:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve cookie making.</title><content type='html'>We spent Christmas eve in Sterling City, at Nana &amp; Papa's house.  Cherise and the boys had fun messing up Nana's kitchen; I mean making cookies for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S6SEVoYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pWF7oR0AuPM/s1600-h/x-mas+eve2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S6SEVoYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pWF7oR0AuPM/s320/x-mas+eve2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435078761816450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherise is rolling out the cookie dough so the boys can make Christmas cookies for Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S6yEVoZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ShztEyJOArc/s1600-h/x-mas+eve3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S6yEVoZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ShztEyJOArc/s320/x-mas+eve3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435087351751058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason liked using the cookie cutters; he thought it was alot like playing with play-dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S7iEVoaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/P7gFYnqQsSA/s1600-h/x-mas+eve4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S7iEVoaI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/P7gFYnqQsSA/s320/x-mas+eve4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435100236652962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson making his cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S7yEVobI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rAFQ0oBAlCk/s1600-h/x-mas+eve6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S7yEVobI/AAAAAAAAAfY/rAFQ0oBAlCk/s320/x-mas+eve6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151435104531620274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherise, Cason, &amp; Bryson in Nana's kitchen making cookies on Christmas eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4042761129683468875?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4042761129683468875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4042761129683468875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4042761129683468875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4042761129683468875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-eve-cookie-making.html' title='Christmas Eve cookie making.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R32S6SEVoYI/AAAAAAAAAfA/pWF7oR0AuPM/s72-c/x-mas+eve2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1419449729036175782</id><published>2007-12-29T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:25:27.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Conversation between my Uncle Tommy and Grandaddy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Dad, we are having our Christmas Eve Candlelight Service at church tonight.  Would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandaddy: Not especially.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1419449729036175782?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1419449729036175782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1419449729036175782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1419449729036175782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1419449729036175782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/quote-of-season.html' title='Quote of the Season'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-438797372843897212</id><published>2007-12-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:53:37.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Over?</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas time. I always have very mixed emotions when it is over.  When I was a child, I can remember the sad, very down feeling I would have on December 26.  I could hardly believe that it was over.  As an adult, I still have that feeling in some way.  However, mixed with that sadness is a sense of relief.  Probably because I know how fast times goes and that Christmas will be back before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the dread has set in.  The dread of looking at all of these beautiful decorations and knowing that I have to clean them up.  I feel a sense of sadness that they have to go. Yet, at the same time, I'm so sick of them I wish I could snap my fingers and have them disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I can remember us begging our mother to leave the decorations out until New Years Day was over.  Now, I have been known to start UNdecorating on Christmas night.  It is amazing how ones perspective changes over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful this year.  I don't ever recall having an UNwonderful Christmas.  I love to watch the boys reactions as they open up their presents.  We went to San Angelo on Christmas Eve to the candlelight service at Johnson Street church of Christ where my uncle preaches.  I was in tears as I sat there with all of my cousins, my parents, my aunt and uncle and my precious husband and boys.  I love family.  It was at that very moment that I missed my sister the most.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was also heavy this year for my precious friend and her family.  On Memorial Day, a tragic accident claimed the life of her 13 yr. old nephew.  I prayed earnestly for them all day.  The void in that large family must be indescribeable.  Please pray for blessing and peace to be on this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you all had a wonderful Christmas.  I will post pictures soon. (correction: Wade will post pictures... I still don't know how)  &lt;br /&gt;Blessings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-438797372843897212?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/438797372843897212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=438797372843897212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/438797372843897212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/438797372843897212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-over.html' title='Is It Over?'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-110741060862653361</id><published>2007-12-22T22:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T14:02:12.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's Christmas Program.</title><content type='html'>Bryson was excited about his Christmas program this year; he got to give part of the narration.  He also likes to put on his suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EJiEVoUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bgYbCnhGCeY/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EJiEVoUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bgYbCnhGCeY/s320/Bryson-x-mas4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147055985941389634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson smiling for the camara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKCEVoVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1gLKUBgZx70/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKCEVoVI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1gLKUBgZx70/s320/Bryson-x-mas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147055994531324242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson giving his narration part.  Isn't that how it always goes someone's big head gets in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKSEVoWI/AAAAAAAAAew/PsUNQnVc4hk/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKSEVoWI/AAAAAAAAAew/PsUNQnVc4hk/s320/Bryson-x-mas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147055998826291554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson during the group singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKiEVoXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4DsExNSi7Xc/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EKiEVoXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/4DsExNSi7Xc/s320/Bryson-x-mas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147056003121258866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson likes being in singing programs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-110741060862653361?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/110741060862653361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=110741060862653361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/110741060862653361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/110741060862653361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/brysons-christmas-program.html' title='Bryson&apos;s Christmas Program.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24EJiEVoUI/AAAAAAAAAeg/bgYbCnhGCeY/s72-c/Bryson-x-mas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7131966575758274688</id><published>2007-12-22T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:56:22.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Bryson's Christmas program.</title><content type='html'>After the Christmas program everyone gathered in the gym to pick up their kids and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChCEVoQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/b08a2vI0jtU/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas(brothers).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChCEVoQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/b08a2vI0jtU/s320/Bryson-x-mas(brothers).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054190645059842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers (they actually can get along sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChSEVoRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ia0OQa8xC44/s1600-h/Bryson+%26+his+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChSEVoRI/AAAAAAAAAeI/ia0OQa8xC44/s320/Bryson+%26+his+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054194940027154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become a tradition that after every little event that Bryson, Morgan, &amp; Madison pose for a picture together.  Bryson always wants a picture with his "girls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChiEVoSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cOl6LfTuyw8/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChiEVoSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/cOl6LfTuyw8/s320/Bryson-x-mas5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054199234994466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson and the blur we call Cason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChyEVoTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fzjjboyo96s/s1600-h/2+thumbs+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChyEVoTI/AAAAAAAAAeY/fzjjboyo96s/s320/2+thumbs+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147054203529961778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason gave Bryson's performance 2 thumbs up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7131966575758274688?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7131966575758274688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7131966575758274688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7131966575758274688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7131966575758274688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-brysons-christmas-program.html' title='After Bryson&apos;s Christmas program.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24ChCEVoQI/AAAAAAAAAeA/b08a2vI0jtU/s72-c/Bryson-x-mas(brothers).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5038561849236136489</id><published>2007-12-22T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:37:12.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's Christmas party.</title><content type='html'>Just some pictures from Bryson's class Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3SEVoMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MGvrJN6Hnco/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas(party)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3SEVoMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MGvrJN6Hnco/s320/Bryson-x-mas(party)2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052373873893570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson enjoying pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3SEVoNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bGdOfYX5PQ8/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas(party).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3SEVoNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/bGdOfYX5PQ8/s320/Bryson-x-mas(party).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052373873893586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson loved the Christmas party; but what kid doesn't enjoy getting candy and gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3iEVoOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XBJcjxLa4io/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas(gift).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3iEVoOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/XBJcjxLa4io/s320/Bryson-x-mas(gift).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052378168860898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson helping to present a cross to his teacher for her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3yEVoPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MiA-X0fKOMk/s1600-h/Bryson-x-mas(teacher).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3yEVoPI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MiA-X0fKOMk/s320/Bryson-x-mas(teacher).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147052382463828210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson with his teacher Mrs. Flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5038561849236136489?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5038561849236136489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5038561849236136489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5038561849236136489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5038561849236136489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/brysons-christmas-party.html' title='Bryson&apos;s Christmas party.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R24A3SEVoMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MGvrJN6Hnco/s72-c/Bryson-x-mas(party)2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-14890289406911598</id><published>2007-12-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:57:02.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cason's Christmas program &amp; party.</title><content type='html'>Cason was glad to finally get to be in a Christmas program.  The pre-k and kindergarden had a combined program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-IiEVoHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wsxax5exrVU/s1600-h/Cason-x-mas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-IiEVoHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wsxax5exrVU/s320/Cason-x-mas4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049371691753586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason got to be on the front row!  I think it had something to due with him being so entertaining to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-IyEVoII/AAAAAAAAAdA/4aN_xcFXvQY/s1600-h/Cason-x-mas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-IyEVoII/AAAAAAAAAdA/4aN_xcFXvQY/s320/Cason-x-mas3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049375986720898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really sang out!  I think he liked being on the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JCEVoJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YVGGOS2MiDQ/s1600-h/Cason-x-mas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JCEVoJI/AAAAAAAAAdI/YVGGOS2MiDQ/s320/Cason-x-mas1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049380281688210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His facial expressions were really fun to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JSEVoKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xaRRxW2ol3c/s1600-h/Cason-x-mas(teacher).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JSEVoKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xaRRxW2ol3c/s320/Cason-x-mas(teacher).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049384576655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason with his teacher Mrs. Kirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JiEVoLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/47M3rTsBwBE/s1600-h/Cason-x-mas(party).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-JiEVoLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/47M3rTsBwBE/s320/Cason-x-mas(party).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147049388871622834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason at his class's Christmas party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-14890289406911598?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/14890289406911598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=14890289406911598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/14890289406911598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/14890289406911598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/casons-christmas-program-party.html' title='Cason&apos;s Christmas program &amp; party.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23-IiEVoHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/wsxax5exrVU/s72-c/Cason-x-mas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8873341256436880680</id><published>2007-12-22T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:04:45.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nana's &amp; Wade's Birthday</title><content type='html'>This year due to several factors, Nana (Sherilyn) &amp; Wade shared a Birthday.  We had dinner at Sid &amp; Sam's steakhouse then went back to the house for cake &amp; presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232SyEVoCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WTEzoyxUXA/s1600-h/Nana+%26+Wade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232SyEVoCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WTEzoyxUXA/s320/Nana+%26+Wade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147040751692390434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two peas in a pod!  How many people do you know that want to share their birthday with their Mother-in-law? What? I'm the only one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TSEVoDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Bb5h-NWiCBY/s1600-h/Nana+%26+Wade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TSEVoDI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Bb5h-NWiCBY/s320/Nana+%26+Wade1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147040760282325042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was an issue; I wanted Transformers &amp; she wanted Shrek.  We finally decided on a plain cake with both our names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TSEVoEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ELlmS8-9AhQ/s1600-h/Nana+%26+Wade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TSEVoEI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ELlmS8-9AhQ/s320/Nana+%26+Wade2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147040760282325058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were sharing the birthday, we officially turned 96!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TiEVoFI/AAAAAAAAAco/acRCTVi2svM/s1600-h/Wade+B-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TiEVoFI/AAAAAAAAAco/acRCTVi2svM/s320/Wade+B-day2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147040764577292370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason was a big help!  He helped us both open our gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TyEVoGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ayipq0VJg6o/s1600-h/Wade+B-day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232TyEVoGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ayipq0VJg6o/s320/Wade+B-day3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147040768872259682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana &amp; Papa gave me a new bible.  I guess the old one wasn't keeping me in line. (actually I lost my other one; is that considered a cardinal sin?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8873341256436880680?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8873341256436880680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8873341256436880680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8873341256436880680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8873341256436880680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/nanas-wades-birthday.html' title='Nana&apos;s &amp; Wade&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R232SyEVoCI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/1WTEzoyxUXA/s72-c/Nana+%26+Wade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5174453094037846988</id><published>2007-12-22T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:29:22.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening gifts</title><content type='html'>We may have shared the party, but luckily we didn't have to share the gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w8iEVn9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/RVhYEcnMFGQ/s1600-h/Nana+B-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w8iEVn9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/RVhYEcnMFGQ/s320/Nana+B-day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147034871882162130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana opening up her gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w8yEVn-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/9wGkn4wAgkg/s1600-h/Nana+B-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w8yEVn-I/AAAAAAAAAbw/9wGkn4wAgkg/s320/Nana+B-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147034876177129442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana got the "Smoke" DVD. A video about Tony Stewart, go figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9CEVn_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/_NWOtq_RhHA/s1600-h/Wade+B-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9CEVn_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/_NWOtq_RhHA/s320/Wade+B-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147034880472096754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandaddy's gift is always the right size and color!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9SEVoAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sQXaZUWngrc/s1600-h/Wade+B-day1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9SEVoAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/sQXaZUWngrc/s320/Wade+B-day1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147034884767064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason trying to steal my Birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9SEVoBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5K3rIU4NAkk/s1600-h/Wade+B-day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w9SEVoBI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5K3rIU4NAkk/s320/Wade+B-day4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147034884767064082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new bible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5174453094037846988?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5174453094037846988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5174453094037846988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5174453094037846988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5174453094037846988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/opening-gifts.html' title='Opening gifts'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23w8iEVn9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/RVhYEcnMFGQ/s72-c/Nana+B-day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5373439115631846299</id><published>2007-12-22T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:54:17.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's turn to be an Acolyte.</title><content type='html'>Bryson got a chance to help kick off Chapel by serving as an Acolyte; and lighting the candles at the begining of the chapel service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHCEVn5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/4q4Yq28rCCc/s1600-h/Chapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHCEVn5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/4q4Yq28rCCc/s320/Chapel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147024057154510738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson enjoyed being apart of the chapel service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHSEVn6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ChEzKytlanQ/s1600-h/Chapel-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHSEVn6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ChEzKytlanQ/s320/Chapel-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147024061449478050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHiEVn7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MVBfDkQzVCk/s1600-h/Chapel-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHiEVn7I/AAAAAAAAAbY/MVBfDkQzVCk/s320/Chapel-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147024065744445362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some trouble lighting this candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHyEVn8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/r91-nJF5NGg/s1600-h/Chapel-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHyEVn8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/r91-nJF5NGg/s320/Chapel-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147024070039412674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have to zoom in to see him, but he's there! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5373439115631846299?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5373439115631846299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5373439115631846299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5373439115631846299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5373439115631846299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/brysons-turn-to-be-acolyte.html' title='Bryson&apos;s turn to be an Acolyte.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R23nHCEVn5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/4q4Yq28rCCc/s72-c/Chapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7674649578301211986</id><published>2007-12-15T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:07:38.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>My dear friend, Amy Jo, sent this fun meme to me on e-mail.  I thought that it would be fun to post on our blog.  I hope some of you will join in the fun.  Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;em&gt; Wrapping paper or gift bags?&lt;/em&gt;  both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;em&gt; Real tree or artificial?&lt;/em&gt;  artificial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;em&gt; When do you put up the tree?&lt;/em&gt; during Thanksgiving break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;em&gt; When do you take down the tree?&lt;/em&gt; depends on when I have time. Lately it has been a couple of days after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;em&gt; Do you like egg-nog?&lt;/em&gt;  yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;em&gt; Favorite gift received as a child?&lt;/em&gt;  every baby doll I was ever given.  To be honest, I would still find joy in receiving a baby doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;em&gt; Do you have a nativity scene?&lt;/em&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;em&gt; Hardest person to buy for?&lt;/em&gt; Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;em&gt; Easiest person to buy for?&lt;/em&gt; Bryson and Cason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;em&gt; Worst gift you ever received?&lt;/em&gt; I can't think of any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;em&gt; Favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/em&gt; Christmas Vacation (I think you all probably know that by now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;em&gt; When do you start shopping for Christmas?&lt;/em&gt; as soon as possible.  Usually in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;em&gt; Have you ever recycled a present?&lt;/em&gt; of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;em&gt; Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?&lt;/em&gt; dessert!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;em&gt; Clear or colored lights on tree?&lt;/em&gt; colored on tree; clear on house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;em&gt; Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/em&gt; secular-Winter Wonderland; Christian- O, Come All Ye Faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;em&gt; Travel or stay home?&lt;/em&gt; It used to depend on the year. However, now that my parents have moved, I guess we travel every year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;em&gt; Can you name all of the reindeer?&lt;/em&gt; No. I can name the 7 dwarfs, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;em&gt; What is on top of your tree?&lt;/em&gt; Santa. Although I wish I had a beautiful angel like Larissa :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;em&gt; When do you open presents?&lt;/em&gt; Christmas Eve.  Santa comes on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;em&gt; Most annoying thing this time of year?&lt;/em&gt; traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;em&gt; Favorite ornament theme?&lt;/em&gt; this and that. I love everything. Especially the ones the boys make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;em&gt; Favorite food for Christmas dinner?&lt;/em&gt; Chicken spaghetti on Christmas Eve.  Usually turkey and dressing on Christmas Day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;em&gt; What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;/em&gt; A clean house and a long nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag EVERYONE!  Merry Christmas:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7674649578301211986?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7674649578301211986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7674649578301211986' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7674649578301211986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7674649578301211986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6029374437999409515</id><published>2007-12-10T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:44:09.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello to all of our friends in blogland.  These past couple of weeks have been very busy and filled with sickness.  Last Friday, Bryson threw up at school and had a fever.  The stomach bug passed after 24 hrs, however he could not seem to kick the fever.  Finally, on Sunday, I took him over to a good friend of ours to be checked out.  Dr. James looked at his throat and said that it was probably strep and gave him some anitbiotic. (James is actually an OB/GYN.  I'm going to have fun telling Bryson about that one day..."remember that time you were sick and I took you to the gynocologist....")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart and always on top of things mother that I am (HA!) stated that I should probably go ahead and start giving Cason the meds also.  Of course I did not and Friday he came home with a fever. He actually kind of scared us because he had this HUGE lump on the side of his neck.  What scared me was that he had his 4 yr. old immunizations on Wednesday (yes, I know, 8 months late, mother of the year...)and I was afraid that he could be having a reaction.  Well, 2 hours and an ER visit later, we find out that he has strep.  The lump was just an enlarged lymph node trying to fight off the infection.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that has been the story of our home.  Even amidst the strep, we have made a couple of trips to see my parents and prepare for the holdidays.  I love this time of year, however, it is never quite the same without my sister and her family.  I always miss them most during this time.  This next week is going to be a busy one.  Starting today through next Tuesday we have 3 Christmas Pageants and 2 Birthdays to celebrate.  The advent candle that we began lighting for this week is "PEACE".  I pray for peace and a whole lot of Grace! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a blessed and peaceful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM.....WE LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6029374437999409515?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6029374437999409515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6029374437999409515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6029374437999409515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6029374437999409515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6248200050741216835</id><published>2007-12-01T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:13:17.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12-1</title><content type='html'>Well, my friends, football season is over in Odessa.  As I sit here in my parents home, I am sulking.  We played Euless Trinity today in Abilene.  We played them earlier this year and upset them 37-3.  Today the score was 38-14. The season was a blast.  I will miss going to the games every week-end, however, there is a bright side. Wade was saving his vacation days just in case we made it to the state game.  Now, he can use them to take Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off.  I am looking forward to Christmas...that is all I have to say right now.  I am going to take a long hot bath in my mom's jacuzzi tub...and probably sulk some more.  I think a night like tonight calls for a pot of decaf coffee and a late night viewing of "Christmas Vacation."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6248200050741216835?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6248200050741216835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6248200050741216835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6248200050741216835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6248200050741216835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-1.html' title='12-1'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4417856746965393511</id><published>2007-11-28T20:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:23:55.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permian VS Mansfield game</title><content type='html'>Finally, some actual photos from a MOJO game!  Cherise and the boys went to Brownwood to watch Permian take on Mansfield in the first round of the playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HfXIo19I/AAAAAAAAAao/HpsdPDAUo1I/s1600-h/Michael+%26+Bryson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HfXIo19I/AAAAAAAAAao/HpsdPDAUo1I/s320/Michael+%26+Bryson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138122828988078034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Allman and Bryson at the game.  Michael is coach Allman's son, he and Bryson are the same age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05Hf3Io1-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/CXtYHUJv_Yg/s1600-h/at+the+game-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05Hf3Io1-I/AAAAAAAAAaw/CXtYHUJv_Yg/s320/at+the+game-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138122837578012642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MOJO fans were at the game in full force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HgHIo1_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/zg00knpX54I/s1600-h/at+the+game-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HgHIo1_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/zg00knpX54I/s320/at+the+game-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138122841872979954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the players at the trophy presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HgnIo2AI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Kd_ktrsW05E/s1600-h/at+the+game-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HgnIo2AI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Kd_ktrsW05E/s320/at+the+game-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138122850462914562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Allman giving a post game interview; while his daughter Emily Elizabeth dances around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4417856746965393511?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4417856746965393511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4417856746965393511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4417856746965393511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4417856746965393511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/permian-vs-mansfield-game.html' title='Permian VS Mansfield game'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05HfXIo19I/AAAAAAAAAao/HpsdPDAUo1I/s72-c/Michael+%26+Bryson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3694978251015247449</id><published>2007-11-28T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T14:25:07.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOJO games are fun!</title><content type='html'>Going to watch Permian play is fun beyond just watching MOJO play football!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BNHIo15I/AAAAAAAAAaI/-cd3uw1bXvQ/s1600-h/Procters+%26+Allmans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BNHIo15I/AAAAAAAAAaI/-cd3uw1bXvQ/s320/Procters+%26+Allmans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115918385698706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson &amp; Cason with the Allman girls; Abigail &amp; Emily Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BOHIo16I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4htc-t5jGA4/s1600-h/Brylie+%26+Cason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BOHIo16I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/4htc-t5jGA4/s320/Brylie+%26+Cason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115935565567906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylie and Cason were glad to see each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BOnIo17I/AAAAAAAAAaY/F87ERm6RAv4/s1600-h/Cason+%26+uncle+dodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BOnIo17I/AAAAAAAAAaY/F87ERm6RAv4/s320/Cason+%26+uncle+dodo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115944155502514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason loves his uncle "Dodo" or "stinky feet" as he's also affectionately known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BO3Io18I/AAAAAAAAAag/pjvJOs9d4hw/s1600-h/Cason+%26+uncle+dodo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BO3Io18I/AAAAAAAAAag/pjvJOs9d4hw/s320/Cason+%26+uncle+dodo-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138115948450469826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason trying to keep Darran quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3694978251015247449?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3694978251015247449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3694978251015247449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3694978251015247449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3694978251015247449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/mojo-games-are-fun.html' title='MOJO games are fun!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R05BNHIo15I/AAAAAAAAAaI/-cd3uw1bXvQ/s72-c/Procters+%26+Allmans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8502114437548346734</id><published>2007-11-28T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:31:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Suprise!!</title><content type='html'>Darran suprised everyone by showing up at the game!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049oXIo11I/AAAAAAAAAZo/EW-B_Ylt45g/s1600-h/at+the+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049oXIo11I/AAAAAAAAAZo/EW-B_Ylt45g/s320/at+the+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138111988490622802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "cousins" watching MOJO! Brylie, Bryson, Cason, Sfrona, &amp; Lawson. (Reagan was there too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049o3Io12I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Zk2ZSJVO_WU/s1600-h/Darran+%26+Lawson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049o3Io12I/AAAAAAAAAZw/Zk2ZSJVO_WU/s320/Darran+%26+Lawson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138111997080557410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle "Dodo" holding Lawson at the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049pXIo13I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zFF9JrHpTXc/s1600-h/Darran%26family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049pXIo13I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zFF9JrHpTXc/s320/Darran%26family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138112005670492018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darran, Tania &amp; Sfrona suprised everyone by showing up to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049p3Io14I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jXHnzPsgEOk/s1600-h/at+the+game-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049p3Io14I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jXHnzPsgEOk/s320/at+the+game-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138112014260426626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason, Brylie, Lawson and Aunt Darla enjoying each other and the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8502114437548346734?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8502114437548346734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8502114437548346734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8502114437548346734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8502114437548346734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-suprise.html' title='Big Suprise!!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/R049oXIo11I/AAAAAAAAAZo/EW-B_Ylt45g/s72-c/at+the+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2066064629476261336</id><published>2007-11-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:06:37.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, Fun Times and Football</title><content type='html'>These past couple of weeks have been filled with fun times.  The Friday before Thanksgiving, the boys and I drove to Brownwood for Permian's first play-off game.  Wade had to work so we went with Susan Allman and her three kids.  Susan's husband Darren is the head football coach at Permian.  We were very proud of ourselves for driving by ourselves with all of the kids in tow.  The boys and I met up with Matt, Darla and kids the next morning.  We were playing against Mansfield High, which is the school district that Matt and Darla live in. &lt;br /&gt;Darla and I had a HUGE surprise.  While we were waiting in line to eat at Underwoods Cafeteria, my boys took off running towards this guy in the parking lot. It took me by surprise, since this is unusual for my boys.  It was Wade and Darla's brother Darran, who just got back from a 14 month tour in Iraq!  He and his wife, Tania, and their two girls, Reagan and Sfrona came to go to the game with us.  Matt knew he was coming to surprise us and had secretly purchased tickets for us all to sit together  on the MANSFIELD side at the game.  Yes, I sat on the opposing side.  It was so worth it to all be together as a family.  I felt so sorry for Wade, who was stuck at work in Odessa.  I cried for him. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you are all wondering where all of the wonderful pictures are of this fun- filled family adventure.  Well, I assure you they are tucked safely inside my camera.  Wade has been trying for 2 days to download all of our pictures without success.  Our computer is old and is having a hard time right now. So, rest assured, soon (I hope) I will post some wonderful pictures of all of these fun events.  I even have pictures of the trophy presentation after the game.  Since we were with the Allman's, the boys and I got to be down on the field.  The boys were very excited!(and so wasI!)  Did I mention that we won that game 60-21.  &lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for pictures...That seems to be a recurring theme with this blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2066064629476261336?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2066064629476261336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2066064629476261336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2066064629476261336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2066064629476261336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-fun-times-and-football.html' title='Family, Fun Times and Football'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3795351330645100647</id><published>2007-11-14T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:36:26.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cason our little Power Ranger!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I finally got the Halloween pictures put on, so enjoy! Cason has become obsessed with the Power Rangers. He is always battling invisible enemies, &amp;amp; providing his own sound effects. (Darla, does that sound like anyone you know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr9uiXPsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YNnS1swO4Ms/s1600-h/PowerRanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744539782987458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr9uiXPsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YNnS1swO4Ms/s320/PowerRanger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason, aka the Red Ranger, Powering up! (or is he morphing? I can't ever tell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr9-iXPtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/knFM-o_kcwg/s1600-h/PowerRanger-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744544077954770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr9-iXPtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/knFM-o_kcwg/s320/PowerRanger-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red Ranger with his Power staff. Cason loves his costume, especially the fake muscles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr-eiXPuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NegwyHFWysc/s1600-h/PowerRanger-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744552667889378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr-eiXPuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NegwyHFWysc/s320/PowerRanger-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason at the Kooky Karnival. This kid has some energy!  All he did was jump on the various jumpers for 2 hours straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr--iXPvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XwDrPFnpj-4/s1600-h/PowerRangers+in+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744561257823986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr--iXPvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XwDrPFnpj-4/s320/PowerRangers+in+action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason and his friends from school, giving us their best Power Ranger pose! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3795351330645100647?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3795351330645100647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3795351330645100647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3795351330645100647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3795351330645100647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/cason-our-little-power-ranger.html' title='Cason our little Power Ranger!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsr9uiXPsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YNnS1swO4Ms/s72-c/PowerRanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-238746710973373845</id><published>2007-11-14T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:02:11.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson as Elvis</title><content type='html'>Bryson, our huge Elvis fan, wanted to be Elvis again! He had decided he wanted to be Elvis for Halloween before we got home from our trip to Graceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnuuiXPoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bJ_INk71CZE/s1600-h/Elvis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132739884038438530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnuuiXPoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bJ_INk71CZE/s320/Elvis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he's testing out the costume while performing a whole Elvis concert! ( I tried to get it on video, but he quits as soon as the camara comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsnu-iXPpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fHJnzN_LYdk/s1600-h/Elvis-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132739888333405842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsnu-iXPpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fHJnzN_LYdk/s320/Elvis-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis is now leaving the building! These were taken at St.Johns Kooky Karnival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnveiXPqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6qRH3GXu4wg/s1600-h/Elvis+&amp;amp;+Pirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132739896923340450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnveiXPqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/6qRH3GXu4wg/s320/Elvis+%26+Pirates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson with two of his best friends, Morgan &amp;amp; Madison. He calls them, "his girls."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnvuiXPrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ULkG96Ee5I0/s1600-h/Elvis+&amp;amp;+Pirates-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132739901218307762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnvuiXPrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ULkG96Ee5I0/s320/Elvis+%26+Pirates-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis and the pirate twins. (almost sounds like one of his movies!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-238746710973373845?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/238746710973373845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=238746710973373845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/238746710973373845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/238746710973373845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/bryson-as-elvis.html' title='Bryson as Elvis'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RzsnuuiXPoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bJ_INk71CZE/s72-c/Elvis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2997096867067721038</id><published>2007-11-14T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:50:04.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's Class Project</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of our Family project for Bryson's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj8eiXPlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ngwgEX6NDqo/s1600-h/sioux+village-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132735722215128658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj8eiXPlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ngwgEX6NDqo/s320/sioux+village-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Procter's interpretation of what a Sioux Indian village looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj8-iXPmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6U40a39dsVE/s1600-h/sioux+village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132735730805063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj8-iXPmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6U40a39dsVE/s320/sioux+village.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We each decorated a teepee with Indian symbols. (Cason was a natural, all his art resembles primitive cave drawings.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj9uiXPnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Lsz8px5sIqw/s1600-h/sioux+village-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132735743689965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj9uiXPnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Lsz8px5sIqw/s320/sioux+village-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got 'er done, and survived our first Family project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2997096867067721038?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2997096867067721038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2997096867067721038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2997096867067721038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2997096867067721038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/brysons-class-project.html' title='Bryson&apos;s Class Project'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rzsj8eiXPlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ngwgEX6NDqo/s72-c/sioux+village-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7036879043205397805</id><published>2007-11-08T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:11:50.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;I'm just posting to let you know that we DID have Halloween this year and we DID take many pictures of the boys in their costumes. However, this week has been consumed with Bryson's school project. You see, it is a FAMILY project. That means Wade is doing it with many opinionated comments from me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;I promise that pictures of our wonderful Elvis and Red Power Ranger are soon to come. There will also be a brilliant picture of our Sioux Indian Village as well. I'm sure you are all excited about that one:-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;So for now, I hope you are all enjoying the week. Please be in prayer for Wade and I that we can survive this school project without marriage counciling. ( I don't think I'm kidding about that one!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7036879043205397805?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7036879043205397805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7036879043205397805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7036879043205397805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7036879043205397805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/11/school-project.html' title='School Project'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-323558507834020068</id><published>2007-10-31T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:20:18.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;I have been tagged by Suzanne so here is my list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;1.  Favorite TV show:  Dancing With the Stars; The Hills; Dr. Phil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;2.  Favorite music:  I really like a little of everything.  I do have to say that Bon Jovi still makes me happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;3.  Favorite color:  Red&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;4.  5 Favorite things to do:   go to the drive-in movie with Wade and the boys,  take a long hot bath and read,  go to football games, go to Starbucks with Trisha, go ANYWHERE with my sister ( this only happens every other year!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;5.  Favorite ice cream:  Peanut butter and chocolate (I think...it has been a while)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;6.  Stiches:  I was in a car wreck when I was 7 so with that whole ordeal, including plastic surgery a year after I will estimate around 150 or so.  Oh, and I have given birth twice...enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;7.  Broken bones:  My elbow when I was two ( I fell off my hobby horse the day after Christmas) and my right arm when I was 7 (the car wreck)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;8.  States I have visited:  New Mexico, Oklahoma, Oregon, Washington, California, Arkansas, Tennessee, Colorado, Kansas, Louisiana, Alabama, Mississippi, Hawaii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;9.  Favorite snacks:  Route 44 Diet Coke from Sonic, apples, popcorn, grapes, WW chocolate smoothie, Skinny Cow ice cream cones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;10.  What I am most proud of:  My marriage, My children, My relationship with my family, my relationship with Wade's family, My weight loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;11.  Favorite store:  Target &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;12.  Favorite dog:  I have always had mutts and loved them dearly.  I also love Labs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="sidebar-title"&gt;There you have it.  I now tag Cheryl, Dad, and Nicole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-323558507834020068?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/323558507834020068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=323558507834020068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/323558507834020068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/323558507834020068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-474114943000569309</id><published>2007-10-27T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:36:39.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Score</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odessa Permian 28                 Abilene High 21&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an amazing game.  Have I mentioned that MOJO is back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More later.........Have a blessed day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-474114943000569309?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/474114943000569309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=474114943000569309' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/474114943000569309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/474114943000569309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/score.html' title='Score'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3507175472401920477</id><published>2007-10-20T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:21:28.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RxwHUNDP7iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4zniryTZxZI/s1600-h/mojo+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123978519722847778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RxwHUNDP7iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4zniryTZxZI/s320/mojo+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, ladies and gentlemen, football is here. As you can tell from the title of our blog, we are much involved in the cheering of our local team. I have to say that it was my husband, not I, who named this blog. The fever is very catching.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always loved Mojo football, having been raised here. In fact, we still sit in the same seats that I grew up sitting in at the stadium. This year was a banner year in that regard. With my parents moving away, my dad signed these season tickets over to Wade and I. I think there were some tears shed on his part. It is part of our heritage, as superficial as it may seem. So now, we carry on the tradition of going to every home game, not leaving until the school song has been played and my boys have "slapped five" with every one of the football players. I also cherish the tradition that continues to live on in our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of heritage and traditions....our Permian Panthers are 7-0 and ranked number 5 in the state. Next week, we will travel to Abilene to watch the game. We will be playing the number 6 state ranked team, Abilene High. It will be awesome and we WILL be in the stands. All the way to state....(cue AC/DC "Back in Black") GO MOJO!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3507175472401920477?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3507175472401920477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3507175472401920477' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3507175472401920477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3507175472401920477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RxwHUNDP7iI/AAAAAAAAAX0/4zniryTZxZI/s72-c/mojo+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-687802349907378297</id><published>2007-10-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:28:31.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;In all of the time that I have been reading blogs, one of my favorite things to read are the meme's.  Now I'm not real sure what that word is however, I love to read about other people's likes and dislikes.  Here is one that I read on several blogs the other day that I thought was fun.  So to start off my blogging "career" I am going to list:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Five Things That I Will Never Wear Again&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Shoulder pads.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Perm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Stirrup pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Big bangs teased up and back (see High School yearbook for visual...not pretty)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Size 16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it.  Now I am going to tag Darla, Nicole, Heather and Cheryl.  Until next time...Blessings, Reese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-687802349907378297?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/687802349907378297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=687802349907378297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/687802349907378297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/687802349907378297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-meme.html' title='My First Meme'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8371511016417466518</id><published>2007-10-11T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:25:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reese's 33rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Reese's 33rd Birthday! We celebrated her B-day early on Sat. the 6th (good thing, she was sick on the 8th.) We ate at Harrigan's then went to Grandaddy's for cake &amp;amp; presents. It was odd being at his house without him being there. (He's staying in Sterling City during his rehab.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tLtDP7dI/AAAAAAAAAXM/71kdKjHzdVw/s1600-h/33rd+B-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120220242950221266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tLtDP7dI/AAAAAAAAAXM/71kdKjHzdVw/s320/33rd+B-Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a beautiful or at least colorfull cake! (Cherise bought her own cake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tL9DP7eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UKdOMhjcHKo/s1600-h/33rd+B-Day-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120220247245188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tL9DP7eI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UKdOMhjcHKo/s320/33rd+B-Day-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason's ready for some cake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMNDP7fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-gGY94L1td0/s1600-h/Reese"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120220251540155890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMNDP7fI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-gGY94L1td0/s320/Reese%27s+B-day-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana &amp;amp; Papa want cake too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMdDP7gI/AAAAAAAAAXk/usKshdgJdhk/s1600-h/Reese"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120220255835123202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMdDP7gI/AAAAAAAAAXk/usKshdgJdhk/s320/Reese%27s+B-day-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's get this party started!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMtDP7hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CCIt9PDezSQ/s1600-h/Reese"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120220260130090514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tMtDP7hI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CCIt9PDezSQ/s320/Reese%27s+B-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spitt'n on the cake, at least that's what Papa calls it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8371511016417466518?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8371511016417466518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8371511016417466518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8371511016417466518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8371511016417466518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/reeses-33rd-birthday.html' title='Reese&apos;s 33rd Birthday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6tLtDP7dI/AAAAAAAAAXM/71kdKjHzdVw/s72-c/33rd+B-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6102783205432175750</id><published>2007-10-11T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:24:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gifts</title><content type='html'>The best part of the Birthday, unless you count the cake. Cherise must have been good this year; can that be right? Well, she racked up the gifts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qcNDP7YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5I0KHnc5OEU/s1600-h/gifts-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120217227883179394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qcNDP7YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5I0KHnc5OEU/s320/gifts-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys gave her a Tony Stewart blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qcdDP7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-LDrHYx2u4/s1600-h/gifts-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120217232178146706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qcdDP7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/u-LDrHYx2u4/s320/gifts-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wall hanging from Nana &amp;amp; Papa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qctDP7aI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gcNJ9x1w8dY/s1600-h/gifts-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120217236473114018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qctDP7aI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gcNJ9x1w8dY/s320/gifts-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson liked the Elvis card, Cherise liked the cash!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qc9DP7bI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SPgiZ69eAEM/s1600-h/gifts-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120217240768081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qc9DP7bI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SPgiZ69eAEM/s320/gifts-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks Granddaddy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qdNDP7cI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BV_jtFj8uaU/s1600-h/gifts-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120217245063048642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qdNDP7cI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BV_jtFj8uaU/s320/gifts-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reese got a new phone, a pink one at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6102783205432175750?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6102783205432175750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6102783205432175750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6102783205432175750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6102783205432175750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/gifts.html' title='The Gifts'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6qcNDP7YI/AAAAAAAAAWk/5I0KHnc5OEU/s72-c/gifts-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4131119168070170856</id><published>2007-10-11T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:50:29.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's School Program</title><content type='html'>Bryson's Under the Sea Program &amp;amp; Luncheon at St. John's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mtNDP7TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/92z8uRihxB4/s1600-h/program-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120213121894444338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mtNDP7TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/92z8uRihxB4/s320/program-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2nd graders putting on their first program of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mtdDP7UI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZoaAYBK_uiM/s1600-h/singing+program-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120213126189411650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mtdDP7UI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZoaAYBK_uiM/s320/singing+program-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's our little sailor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mttDP7VI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EXAPz3qUFmU/s1600-h/singing+program-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120213130484378962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mttDP7VI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EXAPz3qUFmU/s320/singing+program-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson (aka: The Singing Sailor)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mttDP7WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IVmIf9P2Jmg/s1600-h/singing+program-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120213130484378978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mttDP7WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IVmIf9P2Jmg/s320/singing+program-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2nd grade put on their program &amp;amp; then had a special luncheon; where each student brought their favorite seafood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mt9DP7XI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KmYKujGWaEU/s1600-h/Cherise+&amp;amp;+Bryson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120213134779346290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mt9DP7XI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KmYKujGWaEU/s320/Cherise+%26+Bryson-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherise &amp;amp; Bryson at the seaside luncheon.  (that's Mrs. Flowers, Bryson's teacher, behind them to the left, in the black.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gentlyled.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.gentlyled.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesandfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thesandfam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4131119168070170856?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4131119168070170856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4131119168070170856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4131119168070170856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4131119168070170856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/brysons-school-program.html' title='Bryson&apos;s School Program'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6mtNDP7TI/AAAAAAAAAV8/92z8uRihxB4/s72-c/program-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1066364201492071511</id><published>2007-10-11T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T15:11:02.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson &amp; Cason @ school</title><content type='html'>Found these pics on our digital camara from the beginning of the school year.  So hear they are!!(just one month late, not too bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVNDP7JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dx1fJEBi4I8/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120202813972933778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVNDP7JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dx1fJEBi4I8/s320/1st+day+of+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVNDP7KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Db_0qIqvhWU/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120202813972933794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVNDP7KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Db_0qIqvhWU/s320/1st+day+of+school-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp;amp; Cason were both excited to finally get to use their lunch boxes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVdDP7LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ee5icmPh7R0/s1600-h/Cason+@+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120202818267901106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVdDP7LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Ee5icmPh7R0/s320/Cason+%40+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason being cute at school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dV9DP7MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TC3JSJj0iwM/s1600-h/Bailey+gets+to+go+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120202826857835714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dV9DP7MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TC3JSJj0iwM/s320/Bailey+gets+to+go+to+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey even got to go to school!  St. John's had a blessing of the animals day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dWdDP7NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vg3HQWSYaiU/s1600-h/blessing+of+the+pets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120202835447770322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dWdDP7NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/vg3HQWSYaiU/s320/blessing+of+the+pets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey Got Blessed!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure what these links are? They didn't used to be there....Hmmm??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://editme/"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1066364201492071511?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1066364201492071511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1066364201492071511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1066364201492071511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1066364201492071511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/bryson-cason-school.html' title='Bryson &amp; Cason @ school'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw6dVNDP7JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dx1fJEBi4I8/s72-c/1st+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5365525502052811675</id><published>2007-10-11T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:57:55.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis celebration</title><content type='html'>Bryson loves Elvis!  He was so excited to get to go to an Elvis concert, even though it's an impersonater.  Vince was very good, and Elvis-like; without the cheesyness most impersonaters have.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqNDP6_I/AAAAAAAAATc/J9hi0MownsQ/s1600-h/Bryson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058039215320050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqNDP6_I/AAAAAAAAATc/J9hi0MownsQ/s320/Bryson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis's number one fan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqdDP7AI/AAAAAAAAATk/WVcnpTt3AAI/s1600-h/Vince-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058043510287362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqdDP7AI/AAAAAAAAATk/WVcnpTt3AAI/s320/Vince-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The performance was unbelievable!  Are you sure this guy isn't Elvis?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqtDP7BI/AAAAAAAAATs/IXTGnrXPnCM/s1600-h/Vince-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058047805254674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqtDP7BI/AAAAAAAAATs/IXTGnrXPnCM/s320/Vince-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He put's on quite a show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4Zq9DP7CI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UimXswLOHq0/s1600-h/meeting+Elvis(Vince)-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058052100221986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4Zq9DP7CI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UimXswLOHq0/s320/meeting+Elvis(Vince)-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the concert Bryson got to meet Elvis, or at least Vince.  Cason found the music soothing(he slept through most of the concert)!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZrNDP7DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XNsF5H4qZw8/s1600-h/Vince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120058056395189298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZrNDP7DI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XNsF5H4qZw8/s320/Vince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He may not be the "real" deal, but he's  good.  Vince is an Elvis fan as well as a preformer.  Bryson can't wait till he comes back in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5365525502052811675?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5365525502052811675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5365525502052811675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5365525502052811675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5365525502052811675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/elvis-celebration.html' title='Elvis celebration'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rw4ZqNDP6_I/AAAAAAAAATc/J9hi0MownsQ/s72-c/Bryson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3665960970246756890</id><published>2007-10-10T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:27:51.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rookie</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been lurking on many blogs for a while now.  A few months ago my wonderful husband created a blog of our own.  I have thought about writing many times and have even composed some really great posts in my head.  So, today is the day.  This is really just a test post.   I promise that I will begin keeping up with the blog world.  So for all who are interested, add me to the roll. I'm in......&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Reese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3665960970246756890?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3665960970246756890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3665960970246756890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3665960970246756890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3665960970246756890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/10/rookie.html' title='Rookie'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6127831252402620011</id><published>2007-08-31T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:51:11.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>New posts on our blog!  Sorry ran into a little snag with this whole blogging thing.  Somehow I managed to get locked out of our own blog.  For some reason Google had us merge our blogger account with our google; and presto it wouldn't let me in any more.  Still not sure what happened, but after some frustation and a few E-mails to google support we're back in business.  Now you know why it took over a month to get Bryson's B-day pics up (well that's my excuse anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPpG2KCQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DAfMbLE8Ozo/s1600-h/power+ranger+Cason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105058482743806210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPpG2KCQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DAfMbLE8Ozo/s320/power+ranger+Cason.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just some random pics of the boys and how they spend their last few days of summer.  Cason loves to dress-up and pretend to be a power ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPpW2KCRI/AAAAAAAAATE/fYMhezPGWLg/s1600-h/attack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105058487038773522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPpW2KCRI/AAAAAAAAATE/fYMhezPGWLg/s320/attack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPp22KCSI/AAAAAAAAATM/BHdfmOAJp-E/s1600-h/ready+for+battle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105058495628708130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPp22KCSI/AAAAAAAAATM/BHdfmOAJp-E/s320/ready+for+battle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's armed and ready for battle, who better to save the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPp22KCTI/AAAAAAAAATU/F45EqlPObCQ/s1600-h/Elvis+is+in+the+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105058495628708146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPp22KCTI/AAAAAAAAATU/F45EqlPObCQ/s320/Elvis+is+in+the+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryson likes to dress-up as Elvis and give concerts through out the house.  (Yes, that is the Elvis costume he wore for Halloween when he was 4.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6127831252402620011?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6127831252402620011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6127831252402620011' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6127831252402620011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6127831252402620011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjPpG2KCQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/DAfMbLE8Ozo/s72-c/power+ranger+Cason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4003313128061146746</id><published>2007-08-31T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:32:44.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Bryson wanted to have a NASCAR party for his 8th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN5W2KCLI/AAAAAAAAASU/BZpjOS2VZ9g/s1600-h/birthday+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056562893424818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN5W2KCLI/AAAAAAAAASU/BZpjOS2VZ9g/s320/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jolie Hoffnagle (Tucker &amp; Cory's mom) made the cake.  Hey look Tony's winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN5m2KCMI/AAAAAAAAASc/D2WGdm5i3mY/s1600-h/yum,+Chick-fil-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056567188392130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN5m2KCMI/AAAAAAAAASc/D2WGdm5i3mY/s320/yum,+Chick-fil-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum, we had chick-fil-a chicken nuggets to eat. (A personal favorite of the birthday boy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6G2KCNI/AAAAAAAAASk/zpkk_sxgxAs/s1600-h/Alex+&amp;+Bryson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056575778326738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6G2KCNI/AAAAAAAAASk/zpkk_sxgxAs/s320/Alex+%26+Bryson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex Wall &amp; Bryson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6W2KCOI/AAAAAAAAASs/S5PAKssD8dw/s1600-h/Bryson+&amp;amp;+Tucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056580073294050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6W2KCOI/AAAAAAAAASs/S5PAKssD8dw/s320/Bryson+%26+Tucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp; Tucker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6m2KCPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RvO5xOwPNIo/s1600-h/Cason+&amp;amp;+Cory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105056584368261362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN6m2KCPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/RvO5xOwPNIo/s320/Cason+%26+Cory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason and Cory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4003313128061146746?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4003313128061146746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4003313128061146746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4003313128061146746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4003313128061146746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/brysons-8th-birthday.html' title='Bryson&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjN5W2KCLI/AAAAAAAAASU/BZpjOS2VZ9g/s72-c/birthday+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7731490377187373854</id><published>2007-08-31T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:24:44.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>Enjoying Bryson's Birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMEG2KCGI/AAAAAAAAARs/H2kwjiAE4lI/s1600-h/Grandaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105054548553762914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMEG2KCGI/AAAAAAAAARs/H2kwjiAE4lI/s320/Grandaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granddaddy eating chicken nuggets from Chick-fil-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMEm2KCHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xkc64lJWgGA/s1600-h/Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105054557143697522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMEm2KCHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xkc64lJWgGA/s320/Olivia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia liked the nuggets too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjME22KCII/AAAAAAAAAR8/IwpWrujyC9A/s1600-h/Power+ranger+toothbrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105054561438664834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjME22KCII/AAAAAAAAAR8/IwpWrujyC9A/s320/Power+ranger+toothbrush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason even got a gift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMFG2KCJI/AAAAAAAAASE/SkUc1Z4Z6Ns/s1600-h/Gaw-Gaw+&amp;+Paw-Paw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105054565733632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMFG2KCJI/AAAAAAAAASE/SkUc1Z4Z6Ns/s320/Gaw-Gaw+%26+Paw-Paw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PawPaw and GawGaw came later that day with even more presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMFm2KCKI/AAAAAAAAASM/X3-20i7nfW0/s1600-h/Nana+likes+the+hat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105054574323566754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMFm2KCKI/AAAAAAAAASM/X3-20i7nfW0/s320/Nana+likes+the+hat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Nana likes Bryson's new hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7731490377187373854?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7731490377187373854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7731490377187373854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7731490377187373854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7731490377187373854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjMEG2KCGI/AAAAAAAAARs/H2kwjiAE4lI/s72-c/Grandaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6634410533995523449</id><published>2007-08-31T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:16:24.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday presents!</title><content type='html'>One of the best parts about a Birthday party, the presents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCwW2KCBI/AAAAAAAAARE/uGwaxEtm2A4/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105044313646696466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCwW2KCBI/AAAAAAAAARE/uGwaxEtm2A4/s320/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson got a lot presents;   I may even let him play with some of them, after I play with them of coarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCw22KCCI/AAAAAAAAARM/eOLPS52wj60/s1600-h/reading+the+cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105044322236631074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCw22KCCI/AAAAAAAAARM/eOLPS52wj60/s320/reading+the+cards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading the cards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCxW2KCDI/AAAAAAAAARU/YaKlAquU75Q/s1600-h/opening+presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105044330826565682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCxW2KCDI/AAAAAAAAARU/YaKlAquU75Q/s320/opening+presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let the opening begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCyW2KCEI/AAAAAAAAARc/EV_BwiAT-kc/s1600-h/Wrapped+up+in+the+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105044348006434882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCyW2KCEI/AAAAAAAAARc/EV_BwiAT-kc/s320/Wrapped+up+in+the+gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson really got "into" unwrapping his gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCym2KCFI/AAAAAAAAARk/_oHhgBdFCKw/s1600-h/apples-2-apples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105044352301402194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCym2KCFI/AAAAAAAAARk/_oHhgBdFCKw/s320/apples-2-apples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; apples to apples is one of Bryson's favorite games!  I wonder how the walls knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6634410533995523449?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6634410533995523449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6634410533995523449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6634410533995523449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6634410533995523449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-presents.html' title='Birthday presents!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RtjCwW2KCBI/AAAAAAAAARE/uGwaxEtm2A4/s72-c/presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2292876390548292016</id><published>2007-08-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:36:45.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis &amp; Tony gifts</title><content type='html'>Bryson got quite a haul of presents; he especially liked the ones that had Elvis or Tony on them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_a22KB8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ugzJRRxcFYE/s1600-h/Elvis+lunch+pail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105040645744625602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_a22KB8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ugzJRRxcFYE/s320/Elvis+lunch+pail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana &amp; Poppa got him an Elvis lunchbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_bW2KB9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/GhTzPO1cqyg/s1600-h/Elvis+CD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105040654334560210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_bW2KB9I/AAAAAAAAAQk/GhTzPO1cqyg/s320/Elvis+CD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, an Elvis CD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_bm2KB-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VCnQRhfFYGs/s1600-h/TCB+pendant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105040658629527522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_bm2KB-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/VCnQRhfFYGs/s320/TCB+pendant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana got him a TCB (taking care of business) lightning bolt pendant necklace.  Now we have some real Elvis "Bling"!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_cG2KB_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7Z86zzyNaa4/s1600-h/Tony"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105040667219462130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_cG2KB_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7Z86zzyNaa4/s320/Tony%27s+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony is still our favorite NASCAR driver! (I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he's both Nana's &amp; Cherise's favorite too)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_cW2KCAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GuQp4DrPFtk/s1600-h/Tony"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105040671514429442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_cW2KCAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GuQp4DrPFtk/s320/Tony%27s+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Stewart hat and beach towel, now we're talking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2292876390548292016?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2292876390548292016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2292876390548292016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2292876390548292016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2292876390548292016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/elvis-tony-gifts.html' title='Elvis &amp; Tony gifts'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rti_a22KB8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/ugzJRRxcFYE/s72-c/Elvis+lunch+pail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7454489533035617426</id><published>2007-08-03T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:37:12.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to Memphis</title><content type='html'>Everything (and probly alot more) that you ever wanted to know about our vacation to Memphis.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlL4QqOJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vEqDOxBhMag/s1600-h/vacation-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094667595729746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlL4QqOJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vEqDOxBhMag/s320/vacation-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our picnic on our way to Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlMYQqOKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LV2OG2Csqxg/s1600-h/vacation-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094667604319680674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlMYQqOKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/LV2OG2Csqxg/s320/vacation-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scenery was beautiful, and the mosquitos were huge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlM4QqOLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/t5kYjeekmSc/s1600-h/vacation-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094667612909615282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlM4QqOLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/t5kYjeekmSc/s320/vacation-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crossing the Mississippi into Memphis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlNIQqOMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yYt7iWAxcFA/s1600-h/Bryson-vac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094667617204582594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlNIQqOMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yYt7iWAxcFA/s320/Bryson-vac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dining at the Bigfoot Lodge (home of a 4lb hamburger).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlNYQqONI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VBmBydkK248/s1600-h/vacation-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094667621499549906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlNYQqONI/AAAAAAAAAQU/VBmBydkK248/s320/vacation-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun making s'more right at our table!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7454489533035617426?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7454489533035617426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7454489533035617426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7454489533035617426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7454489533035617426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/vacation-to-memphis.html' title='Vacation to Memphis'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPlL4QqOJI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vEqDOxBhMag/s72-c/vacation-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7601476620187548188</id><published>2007-08-03T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:30:09.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>Arriving in Memphis where we stayed at the Heartbreak Hotel.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdIQqOEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RruzpNZf23w/s1600-h/vacation-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665693059233858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdIQqOEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RruzpNZf23w/s320/vacation-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Heartbreak Hotel really was at the end of lonely street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdYQqOFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NW0-WmxacdM/s1600-h/vacation-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665697354201170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdYQqOFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/NW0-WmxacdM/s320/vacation-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sign on the front of the hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdoQqOGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w28A-l7J4ck/s1600-h/vacation-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665701649168482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdoQqOGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/w28A-l7J4ck/s320/vacation-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The heart broken pool. (as seen from our room)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjeIQqOHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/m_6FZwqRkWA/s1600-h/vacation-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665710239103090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjeIQqOHI/AAAAAAAAAPk/m_6FZwqRkWA/s320/vacation-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The TV in the front lobby that played Elvis movies 24/7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjeYQqOII/AAAAAAAAAPs/vUagZkKMkl0/s1600-h/vacation-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094665714534070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjeYQqOII/AAAAAAAAAPs/vUagZkKMkl0/s320/vacation-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our room &amp; half naked child!  The TV in our room also had 3 Elvis channels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7601476620187548188?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7601476620187548188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7601476620187548188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7601476620187548188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7601476620187548188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/heartbreak-hotel.html' title='The Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPjdIQqOEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RruzpNZf23w/s72-c/vacation-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1901092522056050578</id><published>2007-08-03T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:23:26.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside the Heartbreak Hotel</title><content type='html'>Pictures from our stay at the Heartbreak Hotel.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiGoQqN_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5qhkSBtTGbg/s1600-h/cason-vac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094664207000549362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiGoQqN_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5qhkSBtTGbg/s320/cason-vac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason in the hotel's "jungle room" (bar); don't worry it's just cherries and sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiHIQqOAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4PaeRCbhOqw/s1600-h/vacation-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094664215590483970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiHIQqOAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4PaeRCbhOqw/s320/vacation-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp; Nana are excited to be here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiHoQqOBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EUbC5wnZEPA/s1600-h/vacation-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094664224180418578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiHoQqOBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/EUbC5wnZEPA/s320/vacation-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wade &amp; Cason in the pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiH4QqOCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VxTXgDuMCI4/s1600-h/vacation-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094664228475385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiH4QqOCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VxTXgDuMCI4/s320/vacation-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp; Pappa in the dining area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiIYQqODI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MV92TjRpURA/s1600-h/vacation-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094664237065320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiIYQqODI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MV92TjRpURA/s320/vacation-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp;amp; Bryson posing with Elvis's picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1901092522056050578?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1901092522056050578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1901092522056050578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1901092522056050578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1901092522056050578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-heartbreak-hotel.html' title='Inside the Heartbreak Hotel'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPiGoQqN_I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5qhkSBtTGbg/s72-c/cason-vac2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3677926979909106986</id><published>2007-08-03T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:17:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceland</title><content type='html'>We've arrived at Graceland, let the fun begin!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPghoQqN6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wyx0bKEOdwI/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662471833761698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPghoQqN6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wyx0bKEOdwI/s320/sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp; Nana infront the Graceland welcome sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgh4QqN7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/QTIYPxRaBQ4/s1600-h/Bryson-vac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662476128729010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgh4QqN7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/QTIYPxRaBQ4/s320/Bryson-vac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson's ready for the tour to begin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgiYQqN8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/XPh5Usx68ck/s1600-h/vacation-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662484718663618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgiYQqN8I/AAAAAAAAAOM/XPh5Usx68ck/s320/vacation-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp; Wade shared a head-set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgioQqN9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qJjuYQKIRr8/s1600-h/vacation-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662489013630930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgioQqN9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/qJjuYQKIRr8/s320/vacation-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana &amp; Pappa waiting for the tour shuttle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgjIQqN-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/flNS7ocpkTE/s1600-h/vacation-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094662497603565538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPgjIQqN-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/flNS7ocpkTE/s320/vacation-32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cherise &amp;amp; Bryson at the front of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3677926979909106986?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3677926979909106986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3677926979909106986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3677926979909106986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3677926979909106986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/graceland.html' title='Graceland'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPghoQqN6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wyx0bKEOdwI/s72-c/sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5375675602039888989</id><published>2007-08-03T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:10:32.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arriving at Graceland</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Graceland!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPek4QqN1I/AAAAAAAAANU/uSF4cAnuIig/s1600-h/vacation-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094660328645080914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPek4QqN1I/AAAAAAAAANU/uSF4cAnuIig/s320/vacation-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plaque at entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPeloQqN2I/AAAAAAAAANc/VXuYjxd9hsc/s1600-h/vacation-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094660341529982818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPeloQqN2I/AAAAAAAAANc/VXuYjxd9hsc/s320/vacation-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entrance into Graceland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPel4QqN3I/AAAAAAAAANk/Mf_VySXc6kM/s1600-h/vacation-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094660345824950130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPel4QqN3I/AAAAAAAAANk/Mf_VySXc6kM/s320/vacation-92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Side view on house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPemIQqN4I/AAAAAAAAANs/XwHwPKjZRbs/s1600-h/vacation-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094660350119917442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPemIQqN4I/AAAAAAAAANs/XwHwPKjZRbs/s320/vacation-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPemoQqN5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/UpC5pr8ilro/s1600-h/vacation-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094660358709852050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPemoQqN5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/UpC5pr8ilro/s320/vacation-66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the property &amp;amp; stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5375675602039888989?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5375675602039888989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5375675602039888989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5375675602039888989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5375675602039888989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/arriving-at-graceland.html' title='Arriving at Graceland'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPek4QqN1I/AAAAAAAAANU/uSF4cAnuIig/s72-c/vacation-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-678130424958349648</id><published>2007-08-03T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:02:09.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Graceland</title><content type='html'>The tour of Gracelands interior.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdVoQqNwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iLj_Pra1khM/s1600-h/vacation-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094658967140448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdVoQqNwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iLj_Pra1khM/s320/vacation-36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front den and/or living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWIQqNxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ysRbq6dghcY/s1600-h/vacation-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094658975730382610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWIQqNxI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ysRbq6dghcY/s320/vacation-37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The couch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWYQqNyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o4AydWsSJ5g/s1600-h/vacation-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094658980025349922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWYQqNyI/AAAAAAAAAM8/o4AydWsSJ5g/s320/vacation-38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis's parents room. (their portrait)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWoQqNzI/AAAAAAAAANE/uiUvDSUi4Pk/s1600-h/vacation-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094658984320317234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdWoQqNzI/AAAAAAAAANE/uiUvDSUi4Pk/s320/vacation-40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdW4QqN0I/AAAAAAAAANM/F-JOwIIu_JM/s1600-h/vacation-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094658988615284546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdW4QqN0I/AAAAAAAAANM/F-JOwIIu_JM/s320/vacation-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-678130424958349648?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/678130424958349648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=678130424958349648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/678130424958349648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/678130424958349648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/inside-graceland.html' title='Inside Graceland'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPdVoQqNwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iLj_Pra1khM/s72-c/vacation-36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1515288364906770711</id><published>2007-08-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:57:13.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down stairs &amp; jungle room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcJoQqNrI/AAAAAAAAAME/SIaPOWj63fs/s1600-h/vacation-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094657661470389938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcJoQqNrI/AAAAAAAAAME/SIaPOWj63fs/s320/vacation-46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcJ4QqNsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/myF_vDS-VEc/s1600-h/vacation-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094657665765357250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcJ4QqNsI/AAAAAAAAAMM/myF_vDS-VEc/s320/vacation-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TV room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcKYQqNtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bFmt0QK_8K4/s1600-h/vacation-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094657674355291858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcKYQqNtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/bFmt0QK_8K4/s320/vacation-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Billiards room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcKoQqNuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tIinfBVdMT4/s1600-h/vacation-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094657678650259170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcKoQqNuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tIinfBVdMT4/s320/vacation-50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Staircase into the jungle room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcK4QqNvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uesW59a1o2E/s1600-h/vacation-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094657682945226482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcK4QqNvI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uesW59a1o2E/s320/vacation-52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chair in the jungle room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1515288364906770711?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1515288364906770711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1515288364906770711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1515288364906770711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1515288364906770711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-stairs-jungle-room.html' title='Down stairs &amp; jungle room'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPcJoQqNrI/AAAAAAAAAME/SIaPOWj63fs/s72-c/vacation-46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-712653196830411647</id><published>2007-08-03T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:41:53.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson &amp; Nana in Graceland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaMIQqNmI/AAAAAAAAALc/-NnROmyT6As/s1600-h/vacation-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094655505396807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaMIQqNmI/AAAAAAAAALc/-NnROmyT6As/s320/vacation-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp; Nana were in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaMoQqNnI/AAAAAAAAALk/ByK-qrpD2ME/s1600-h/vacation-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094655513986741874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaMoQqNnI/AAAAAAAAALk/ByK-qrpD2ME/s320/vacation-39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening intently to the tour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaM4QqNoI/AAAAAAAAALs/PBUF-4L5P8E/s1600-h/vacation-67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094655518281709186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaM4QqNoI/AAAAAAAAALs/PBUF-4L5P8E/s320/vacation-67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson like the gold suit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaNoQqNpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1GiOd6XnMJo/s1600-h/vacation-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094655531166611090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaNoQqNpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1GiOd6XnMJo/s320/vacation-71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson's favorite section, Elvis's movies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaN4QqNqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QZ9sjr1PLDM/s1600-h/vacation-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094655535461578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaN4QqNqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QZ9sjr1PLDM/s320/vacation-34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's how Cason and I spend our time after our speed tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-712653196830411647?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/712653196830411647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=712653196830411647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/712653196830411647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/712653196830411647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/bryson-nana-in-graceland.html' title='Bryson &amp; Nana in Graceland'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPaMIQqNmI/AAAAAAAAALc/-NnROmyT6As/s72-c/vacation-62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3628836622743823153</id><published>2007-08-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:43:22.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYUoQqNhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U3opjgTLEks/s1600-h/vacation-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094653452402439698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYUoQqNhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U3opjgTLEks/s320/vacation-68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of Elvis's many awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYVIQqNiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kQSOjMRg2hc/s1600-h/vacation-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094653460992374306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYVIQqNiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/kQSOjMRg2hc/s320/vacation-69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hall of gold records.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYVYQqNjI/AAAAAAAAALE/1mhVXMBYSSQ/s1600-h/vacation-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094653465287341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYVYQqNjI/AAAAAAAAALE/1mhVXMBYSSQ/s320/vacation-75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An impressive collection of awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYV4QqNkI/AAAAAAAAALM/-frkMFdNmhg/s1600-h/vacation-79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094653473877276226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYV4QqNkI/AAAAAAAAALM/-frkMFdNmhg/s320/vacation-79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 50 million singles sold, and other awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYWYQqNlI/AAAAAAAAALU/czVLTITvnLA/s1600-h/vacation-78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094653482467210834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYWYQqNlI/AAAAAAAAALU/czVLTITvnLA/s320/vacation-78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis's microphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3628836622743823153?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3628836622743823153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3628836622743823153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3628836622743823153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3628836622743823153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrPYUoQqNhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U3opjgTLEks/s72-c/vacation-68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4333657297552484305</id><published>2007-08-03T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:52:55.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Various views from Graceland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO25oQqNcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G0lIoLWAIUs/s1600-h/vacation-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094616704662255042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO25oQqNcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G0lIoLWAIUs/s320/vacation-55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis's desk and organ, and various other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO254QqNdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o3aIbEuf0K8/s1600-h/vacation-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094616708957222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO254QqNdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/o3aIbEuf0K8/s320/vacation-73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The piano he played on the day of his death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO26YQqNeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NYrMvyUDB00/s1600-h/vacation-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094616717547156962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO26YQqNeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NYrMvyUDB00/s320/vacation-74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The den area inside his raquet ball facility.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO26oQqNfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5U61ioctclc/s1600-h/vacation-76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094616721842124274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO26oQqNfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5U61ioctclc/s320/vacation-76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Displays of his many outfits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO264QqNgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sL7hkWpqwD0/s1600-h/vacation-80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094616726137091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO264QqNgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sL7hkWpqwD0/s320/vacation-80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both Bryson &amp;amp; Cason said this was their favorite of his many outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4333657297552484305?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4333657297552484305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4333657297552484305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4333657297552484305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4333657297552484305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/various-views-from-graceland.html' title='Various views from Graceland'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO25oQqNcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/G0lIoLWAIUs/s72-c/vacation-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-6842198847656719779</id><published>2007-08-03T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:12:45.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation Gardens</title><content type='html'>As the tour of Graceland concludes visitors get to view the meditations garden where Elvis, his mom, father, and grandmother are burried.  It also contains a memorial marker for his brother.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO054QqNXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kZArAnZyN3E/s1600-h/vacation-84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094614509933966706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO054QqNXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kZArAnZyN3E/s320/vacation-84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The King's final resting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO06YQqNYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/k9iN5dVv_1E/s1600-h/vacation-89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094614518523901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO06YQqNYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/k9iN5dVv_1E/s320/vacation-89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis's head stone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO064QqNZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_9EYNbDoWvk/s1600-h/vacation-85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094614527113835922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO064QqNZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_9EYNbDoWvk/s320/vacation-85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His mother's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO07IQqNaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X6th9_RN7Hc/s1600-h/vacation-86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094614531408803234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO07IQqNaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X6th9_RN7Hc/s320/vacation-86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His brother's memorial marker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO074QqNbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wj9C_ksrvnY/s1600-h/vacation-87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094614544293705138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO074QqNbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wj9C_ksrvnY/s320/vacation-87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His father's head stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-6842198847656719779?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/6842198847656719779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=6842198847656719779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6842198847656719779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/6842198847656719779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/meditation-gardens.html' title='Meditation Gardens'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrO054QqNXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kZArAnZyN3E/s72-c/vacation-84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-4075131901793157723</id><published>2007-08-03T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:01:29.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Planes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzU4QqNUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zNzjA6ud3J0/s1600-h/LM+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094612774767179074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzU4QqNUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zNzjA6ud3J0/s320/LM+plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tail end of Elvis's Plane, the Lisa Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzVIQqNVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4RjSTVi0P_c/s1600-h/LM+plane-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094612779062146386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzVIQqNVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4RjSTVi0P_c/s320/LM+plane-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and now a front view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzVoQqNWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_QavfXQpn-Q/s1600-h/hound-dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094612787652080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzVoQqNWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_QavfXQpn-Q/s320/hound-dog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elvis's jet the Hounddog 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-4075131901793157723?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/4075131901793157723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=4075131901793157723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4075131901793157723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/4075131901793157723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/da-planes.html' title='Da Planes!'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOzU4QqNUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zNzjA6ud3J0/s72-c/LM+plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5260434167529906669</id><published>2007-08-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:58:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Mud Island</title><content type='html'>Just getting to Mud Island was an exciting venture.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxcIQqNPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2ElrZeHSo3A/s1600-h/vacation-105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610700297975026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxcIQqNPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2ElrZeHSo3A/s320/vacation-105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You must ride a mono-rail to get to the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxcYQqNQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hge7vCxTftI/s1600-h/vacation-106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610704592942338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxcYQqNQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hge7vCxTftI/s320/vacation-106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson was worried it was going to do a loop to loop, he thought it was like a roller coaster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxc4QqNRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lnxSL_FIcVw/s1600-h/vacation-103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610713182876946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxc4QqNRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lnxSL_FIcVw/s320/vacation-103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passing the other mono-rail car as we go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxdYQqNSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6coKaeaqLXw/s1600-h/vacation-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610721772811554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxdYQqNSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/6coKaeaqLXw/s320/vacation-122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of the river &amp; Mud Island ampitheater.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxdoQqNTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uMQF-2Eowxc/s1600-h/vacation-107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094610726067778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxdoQqNTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uMQF-2Eowxc/s320/vacation-107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5260434167529906669?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5260434167529906669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5260434167529906669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5260434167529906669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5260434167529906669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/getting-to-mud-island.html' title='Getting to Mud Island'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOxcIQqNPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2ElrZeHSo3A/s72-c/vacation-105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-1830601917638886325</id><published>2007-08-03T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:46:39.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Island</title><content type='html'>Mud Island is an island on the Mississippi river just across from down-town Memphis.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvC4QqNKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gXMWMsa13k8/s1600-h/vacation-108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094608067483022498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvC4QqNKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gXMWMsa13k8/s320/vacation-108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It features a scaled-down version of the mighty river, as well as a museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvDYQqNLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/X7cVnipAzbo/s1600-h/vacation-109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094608076072957106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvDYQqNLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/X7cVnipAzbo/s320/vacation-109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Cason is taking a trip down the mini-Missipp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvDoQqNMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QcgOSLH8VwQ/s1600-h/vacation-112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094608080367924418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvDoQqNMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QcgOSLH8VwQ/s320/vacation-112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view of down-town from Mud Island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvD4QqNNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vD1_BI4Gdno/s1600-h/vacation-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094608084662891730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvD4QqNNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vD1_BI4Gdno/s320/vacation-110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a break at the mud island cafe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvEIQqNOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x0nRCAVufgU/s1600-h/vacation-111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094608088957859042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvEIQqNOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x0nRCAVufgU/s320/vacation-111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cason enjoying his sprite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-1830601917638886325?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/1830601917638886325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=1830601917638886325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1830601917638886325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/1830601917638886325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/mud-island.html' title='Mud Island'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOvC4QqNKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/gXMWMsa13k8/s72-c/vacation-108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-9137222473683789582</id><published>2007-08-03T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:39:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippi River Museum</title><content type='html'>The Mississippi River Museum was another atraction that Mud Island had to offer.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtj4QqNGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pejf85780RE/s1600-h/vacation-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094606435395449954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtj4QqNGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pejf85780RE/s320/vacation-118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson infront of the Gambler display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtkYQqNHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/anyz6AcyAws/s1600-h/vacation-119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094606443985384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtkYQqNHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/anyz6AcyAws/s320/vacation-119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tribute to the musical instruments of the south.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtkoQqNII/AAAAAAAAAHs/Pd90yZxOKN0/s1600-h/vacation-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094606448280351874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtkoQqNII/AAAAAAAAAHs/Pd90yZxOKN0/s320/vacation-120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Display tribute to some guy named Elvis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtk4QqNJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FESkKIygJec/s1600-h/vacation-121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094606452575319186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtk4QqNJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FESkKIygJec/s320/vacation-121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappa looking out across the Mississippi river at a barge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-9137222473683789582?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/9137222473683789582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=9137222473683789582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/9137222473683789582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/9137222473683789582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/mississippi-river-museum.html' title='Mississippi River Museum'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOtj4QqNGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pejf85780RE/s72-c/vacation-118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-8109147866813706585</id><published>2007-08-03T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:33:22.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River boat replica</title><content type='html'>The museum @ Mud Island had a replica of a steam driven paddle-boat; that the boys enjoyed playing on. (when I say boys I mean Wade too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrRYQqNBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IiNbyacQw-o/s1600-h/vacation-113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603918544614418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrRYQqNBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IiNbyacQw-o/s320/vacation-113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson coming down the stairs that lead to the controlls of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrR4QqNCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AKi0Of5iQzU/s1600-h/vacation-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603927134549026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrR4QqNCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/AKi0Of5iQzU/s320/vacation-114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason, Wade, &amp; Bryson resting on some powder kegs on the deck of the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrSYQqNDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kFhBFZX1sTY/s1600-h/vacation-115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603935724483634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrSYQqNDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kFhBFZX1sTY/s320/vacation-115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp; Bryson going down the main staircase that leads from the deck to the interior of the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrS4QqNEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1XtLeT1YQN4/s1600-h/vacation-116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603944314418242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrS4QqNEI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1XtLeT1YQN4/s320/vacation-116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking across the deck of the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrTYQqNFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lNOcACL4LvI/s1600-h/vacation-117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603952904352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrTYQqNFI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lNOcACL4LvI/s320/vacation-117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the side of the boat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-8109147866813706585?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/8109147866813706585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=8109147866813706585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8109147866813706585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/8109147866813706585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/river-boat-replica.html' title='River boat replica'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOrRYQqNBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IiNbyacQw-o/s72-c/vacation-113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5531848314358670125</id><published>2007-08-03T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:20:24.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The famous Beale St.</title><content type='html'>Memphis claims to be the birth place of the Blues; and Beale street is the center of it's night life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoR4QqM8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tsu7oO_M14U/s1600-h/Beale-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094600628599665602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoR4QqM8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tsu7oO_M14U/s320/Beale-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can take rides on horse drawn carriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoSYQqM9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jaYr86VtTZ8/s1600-h/Beale-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094600637189600210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoSYQqM9I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jaYr86VtTZ8/s320/Beale-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappa &amp; Bryson taking in the night life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoS4QqM-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qoIJFu24lt8/s1600-h/Beale-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094600645779534818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoS4QqM-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/qoIJFu24lt8/s320/Beale-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the restaurants (&amp; bars) had live music nightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoTYQqM_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/koYnDvm3iuA/s1600-h/Beale-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094600654369469426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoTYQqM_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/koYnDvm3iuA/s320/Beale-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys loved this store, just because it said MOJO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoT4QqNAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/t1uFIvwPdLY/s1600-h/Beale-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094600662959404034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoT4QqNAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/t1uFIvwPdLY/s320/Beale-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blues legend B.B. King's restaurant/club. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5531848314358670125?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5531848314358670125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5531848314358670125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5531848314358670125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5531848314358670125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/famous-beale-st.html' title='The famous Beale St.'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOoR4QqM8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Tsu7oO_M14U/s72-c/Beale-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3181942150901950820</id><published>2007-08-03T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:10:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procters' &amp; Moneys' on vacation</title><content type='html'>Just some pics of us while in Memphis.  You may notice that Bryson is missing from these; because unless it involved something to do with Elvis he refused to be in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmZIQqM4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/se3nsnEeNRY/s1600-h/cherise&amp;wade-vac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598554130461570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmZIQqM4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/se3nsnEeNRY/s320/cherise%26wade-vac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherise &amp; Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmZ4QqM5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/o1eHnZ0Hf7A/s1600-h/nana&amp;poppa-vac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598567015363474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmZ4QqM5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/o1eHnZ0Hf7A/s320/nana%26poppa-vac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pappa &amp; Nana (they mayhave real names too, I'm not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmaYQqM6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kSFcGkpN0H4/s1600-h/cason-vac3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598575605298082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmaYQqM6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kSFcGkpN0H4/s320/cason-vac3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason wearing his Elabis shirt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOma4QqM7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9oyuj3vHp8s/s1600-h/3-Procters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094598584195232690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOma4QqM7I/AAAAAAAAAGE/9oyuj3vHp8s/s320/3-Procters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Procters, minus one Bryson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3181942150901950820?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3181942150901950820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3181942150901950820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3181942150901950820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3181942150901950820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/procters-moneys-on-vacation.html' title='Procters&apos; &amp; Moneys&apos; on vacation'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOmZIQqM4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/se3nsnEeNRY/s72-c/cherise%26wade-vac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2616836615046073240</id><published>2007-08-03T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:02:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the boys enjoyed most on vacation</title><content type='html'>Besides Graceland these were the boys favorite highlights of our vacation!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkRYQqMzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wW2D1QM5rEw/s1600-h/Bryson-tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094596221963219762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkRYQqMzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wW2D1QM5rEw/s320/Bryson-tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What boy doesn't enjoy his first tattoo, especial if it's of Elvis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkR4QqM0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3aJtTrBiscM/s1600-h/Cason-tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094596230553154370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkR4QqM0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3aJtTrBiscM/s320/Cason-tat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason loved his tattoo; we're in for it, he kept asking if he could have more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkSIQqM1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/luUcYWfLJUY/s1600-h/Bryson-vac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094596234848121682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkSIQqM1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/luUcYWfLJUY/s320/Bryson-vac2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson loved all the Elvis memorabilia, and guitars.  (This town was full of them)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkSoQqM2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1e7KEnX-p-k/s1600-h/cason-vac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094596243438056290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkSoQqM2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1e7KEnX-p-k/s320/cason-vac5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason liked staying in a hotel, and destroying the room every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkTIQqM3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sadFSM4srVw/s1600-h/Bryson-vac4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094596252027990898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkTIQqM3I/AAAAAAAAAFk/sadFSM4srVw/s320/Bryson-vac4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Bryson's favorite Elvis movie, Charro!  (He liked that Elvis had whiskers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2616836615046073240?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2616836615046073240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2616836615046073240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2616836615046073240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2616836615046073240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-boys-enjoyed-most-on-vacation.html' title='What the boys enjoyed most on vacation'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOkRYQqMzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/wW2D1QM5rEw/s72-c/Bryson-tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-2687855898223890280</id><published>2007-08-03T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T14:21:02.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Western Whopper</title><content type='html'>Bryson had requested that he wanted a "Western Whopper" while on vacation.  He likes the commercials where everyone grows a mustache after eating one.  He couldn't wait to get his first facial hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYroQqMwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TbirIX2QANw/s1600-h/Bryson-vac5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094583478795252482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYroQqMwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TbirIX2QANw/s320/Bryson-vac5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He began eating cautiously at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYsIQqMxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kSnYVJ6o0rw/s1600-h/Bryson-vac6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094583487385187090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYsIQqMxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kSnYVJ6o0rw/s320/Bryson-vac6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon he began to shove the whole thing into his face.  He made sure to get lots of juice and mayo all over himself; to insure his mustache would grow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYsYQqMyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ArKzXQhryE/s1600-h/mustache-vac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094583491680154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYsYQqMyI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4ArKzXQhryE/s320/mustache-vac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Bryson has a mustache! (Mom had to help darken it a little,  so it would show up in the pictures)  Cason could even feel some whisker on his face too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-2687855898223890280?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/2687855898223890280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=2687855898223890280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2687855898223890280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/2687855898223890280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/08/western-whopper.html' title='Western Whopper'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RrOYroQqMwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/TbirIX2QANw/s72-c/Bryson-vac5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7039586395984600182</id><published>2007-07-28T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:55:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cason (more wedding pics)</title><content type='html'>Just some pics of Cason @ the wedding.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkJ4QqMrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_8Gj-WuMa3Q/s1600-h/cason-wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414662044693170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkJ4QqMrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_8Gj-WuMa3Q/s320/cason-wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing for the camara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkK4QqMsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eAmQ4hpSr0k/s1600-h/wedding-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414679224562370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkK4QqMsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eAmQ4hpSr0k/s320/wedding-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing raspberries during the pictures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkL4QqMtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Elx-0y_Z6I8/s1600-h/cason-wed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414696404431570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkL4QqMtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Elx-0y_Z6I8/s320/cason-wed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little man is looking good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkNIQqMuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYWnyNLOfB8/s1600-h/cason-wed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414717879268066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkNIQqMuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UYWnyNLOfB8/s320/cason-wed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkN4QqMvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bjvubUxmWms/s1600-h/cason-wed4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092414730764169970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkN4QqMvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bjvubUxmWms/s320/cason-wed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I eat this flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7039586395984600182?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7039586395984600182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7039586395984600182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7039586395984600182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7039586395984600182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/07/cason-more-wedding-pics.html' title='Cason (more wedding pics)'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvkJ4QqMrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_8Gj-WuMa3Q/s72-c/cason-wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-5761268278465323256</id><published>2007-07-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:57:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryson (at Charlotte's wedding)</title><content type='html'>Bryson helped hand out flower petals to throw at the newlywed couple.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviU4QqMmI/AAAAAAAAADc/uBkqHUSNCOI/s1600-h/Bryson-wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412651999998562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviU4QqMmI/AAAAAAAAADc/uBkqHUSNCOI/s320/Bryson-wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson was style'n in his new suite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviVoQqMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/2U9nyxIKXh4/s1600-h/Bryson-wed3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412664884900466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviVoQqMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/2U9nyxIKXh4/s320/Bryson-wed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our future preacher or game show host. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviWIQqMoI/AAAAAAAAADs/BtIs1R_apes/s1600-h/Bry&amp;Cas-wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412673474835074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviWIQqMoI/AAAAAAAAADs/BtIs1R_apes/s320/Bry%26Cas-wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brothers can get along, sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviWoQqMpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a3dilbjSCQI/s1600-h/Bry&amp;Cas-wed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412682064769682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviWoQqMpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/a3dilbjSCQI/s320/Bry%26Cas-wed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp; Cason &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviXIQqMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zE4Dw0hvtB8/s1600-h/Cherise+&amp;amp;+Bryson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412690654704290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviXIQqMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zE4Dw0hvtB8/s320/Cherise+%26+Bryson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson &amp;amp; Cherise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-5761268278465323256?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/5761268278465323256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=5761268278465323256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5761268278465323256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/5761268278465323256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/07/bryson-at-charlottes-wedding.html' title='Bryson (at Charlotte&apos;s wedding)'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqviU4QqMmI/AAAAAAAAADc/uBkqHUSNCOI/s72-c/Bryson-wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-7763771332422300146</id><published>2007-07-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:57:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Ringbearer</title><content type='html'>Cason was the ringbearer in Charlotte's (Procter) wedding to Tim Bynum&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvfzIQqMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/krftqHypxbc/s1600-h/rng+br&amp;+flr+grls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092409873156157970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvfzIQqMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/krftqHypxbc/s320/rng+br%26+flr+grls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cason &amp; the flowergirls; his cousin Brylie (Darla's daughter) is on his left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf1IQqMiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tuK8Un9sZdA/s1600-h/wedding-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092409907515896354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf1IQqMiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tuK8Un9sZdA/s320/wedding-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to take pictures can be so boring! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf2YQqMjI/AAAAAAAAADE/IYSuDoOh1Jg/s1600-h/wedding-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092409928990732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf2YQqMjI/AAAAAAAAADE/IYSuDoOh1Jg/s320/wedding-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting patiently &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf3oQqMkI/AAAAAAAAADM/GUUHjaIfauU/s1600-h/wedding-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092409950465569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf3oQqMkI/AAAAAAAAADM/GUUHjaIfauU/s320/wedding-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brylie, Charlotte, &amp; Cason &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf5IQqMlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ppWlmRnozQw/s1600-h/wedding-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092409976235373138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/Rqvf5IQqMlI/AAAAAAAAADU/ppWlmRnozQw/s320/wedding-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bride &amp;amp; groom with the flowergirls and ringbearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-7763771332422300146?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/7763771332422300146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=7763771332422300146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7763771332422300146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/7763771332422300146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/07/our-ringbearer.html' title='Our Ringbearer'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvfzIQqMhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/krftqHypxbc/s72-c/rng+br%26+flr+grls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721213271041969793.post-3410500878967129642</id><published>2007-07-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:53:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2007</title><content type='html'>Father's Day 2007&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDx4QqMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/d0kFPHexJf0/s1600-h/Fathers+day-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092379065355743682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDx4QqMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/d0kFPHexJf0/s320/Fathers+day-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys can't wait to give Dad his presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDzIQqMdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GEBRegW_5j0/s1600-h/Father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092379086830580178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDzIQqMdI/AAAAAAAAACU/GEBRegW_5j0/s320/Father%27s+day-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bryson's &amp; Cason's card said "Pull my finger" (inside) "Happy Farters Day!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDz4QqMeI/AAAAAAAAACc/htIBJd5jnfY/s1600-h/Father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092379099715482082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDz4QqMeI/AAAAAAAAACc/htIBJd5jnfY/s320/Father%27s+day-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They made the pillowcase the gifts were in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvD04QqMfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Zch4qPVIjQI/s1600-h/Father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092379116895351282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvD04QqMfI/AAAAAAAAACk/Zch4qPVIjQI/s320/Father%27s+day-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad love's his Rocky shirt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvD2oQqMgI/AAAAAAAAACs/fIxRpXYSv6s/s1600-h/Father"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092379146960122370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvD2oQqMgI/AAAAAAAAACs/fIxRpXYSv6s/s320/Father%27s+day-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing says, "Happy Fathers Day" like new seat covers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721213271041969793-3410500878967129642?l=proctersmojo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/feeds/3410500878967129642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721213271041969793&amp;postID=3410500878967129642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3410500878967129642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721213271041969793/posts/default/3410500878967129642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proctersmojo.blogspot.com/2007/07/fathers-day-2007.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2007'/><author><name>Procters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17278895899084611688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aKCH94tF9Ho/RqvDx4QqMcI/AAAAAAAAACM/d0kFPHexJf0/s72-c/Fathers+day-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
