<?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-8894688400446231768</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:44:47.550-05:00</updated><category term='grief'/><category term='love'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>My Thoughtful Spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-3013832554114210886</id><published>2007-08-11T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:44:57.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesome pre-teen daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now my 12 year old daughter, Bryanna, is away at her grandparents for the week.  We were expecting her home tonight, but as it turns out she won't be home until Wednesday.  I'm already missing her!!  Tonight I realized, yet again, what a really cool girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you some background information, High School Musical is the best thing a preteen girl could possibly experience.  High School Musical 2 comes out August 17th.  This is a BIG deal.  My 12 year old niece is having a slumber party for an early birthday party for the sole reason of watching said Musical. My soon to be five year old daughter's birthday is also August 17th. We call our four year old "bitsy" and the niece is "jeggie leggie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you have the necessary background information, let me share with you the email that we received from our daughter tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 153); color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;daddy....is bethany having her party on the 17th?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102); color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and if so what time will it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153); color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; because jessicas birthday party is on the 17-18 i'll ask her what time and then tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;if i can i would like to go to both.but if i can't i'll just stay home and p-a-r-t-y party with bitsy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;but let me find out what time jeggie leggie's party is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Ok, I can't figure out how to make this not this color....anyway....My 12 year old daughter was willing to give up her High School Musical 2 party to stay home and p-a-r-t-y with her five year old sister.  Take note when you read this that we don't have cable.  If she doesn't watch High School Musical 2 at "jeggie leggie's" house, she won't see if for quite some time.   All of her friends will have seen it, but she won't have.  But that was ok with her-she was willing to do that for Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read the email I just began to cry.  My goodness what a lovely girl God has made!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/?action=view&amp;current=sislove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/sislove.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-3013832554114210886?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3013832554114210886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=3013832554114210886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/3013832554114210886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/3013832554114210886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-awesome-pre-teen-daughter_11.html' title='My awesome pre-teen daughter'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/th_sislove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-1432627732492672259</id><published>2007-06-27T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:30:44.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt; 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All the children were given the opportunity to go up in front of everyone and recite a bible verse if they wanted to. Only a few of the kids opted to do that, but Curt was one of them.  Now you have to understand that Curt has always been terrified of getting up in front of a crowd. I wondered why he wanted to do it, but certainly wasn't going to discourage it.  He decided he was going to say John 1:1 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."   &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He practiced it and practiced it and practiced it until he had it down pat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The night of the commencement came, and it was his turn to get up in front of everyone and say his verse---and he panicked.  He started saying it, but then he just froze, and then he started to cry.  Everyone felt so bad for the little guy.  The Awana leader just put her arm around him and said "you can do this, you know this."  She didn't say it for him or pat his head and excuse him-but she stood with him, arm around him, and helped him get it right. In the end, he said it and everyone applauded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got this email from the Awana leader that stood there with her arm around him. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Curt, I just wanted to tell you a couple of things about what happened at the AWANA closing ceremony. When you couldn't remember your verse and "froze", there were things going on that you weren't aware of. God has an Enemy who does not want glory given to Him, and will use any opportunity to defeat Him or His children. Things were going too smooth, until you came forward...and stumbled. Now, what I want you to realize is that everyone in the room was pulling for you (except the Enemy, who wanted you to fail). And God was pulling for you, too. I know this because He spoke to me, and said,"Don't let him go back to his place until he can finish John 1:1." That is when I put my arm around you and held you tight. Curt, you did what we all were hoping you would do and that was to face your fear and embarrasment. You followed through and God allowed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the victory for His Glory. The Enemy left the room. That was a moment I hope you will always hold on to, remembering that to follow through is tough sometimes, but will always bring a result you can live with. If you had given up instead, you would always look back and see defeat and that could've kept you from ever serving God. All the rest of us in that room would've felt defeat, also. But that ain't what happened...and I'm proud of you. Proud to know you are my friend.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;You may be a bit short, yet, but in my book, you're quite a man. I just wanted you to know."&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I read it.  He is such a cool little guy, and he's going to be an awesome man of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/?action=view&amp;current=curtawana.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/curtawana.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-5123860856962038736?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5123860856962038736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=5123860856962038736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5123860856962038736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5123860856962038736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-son.html' title='My son'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i117.photobucket.com/albums/o51/EmilyGriswell/Kids/th_curtawana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-783855693443903583</id><published>2007-05-19T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:08:25.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggietales and the state of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I recently saw a clip from a news show called Vent. On this particular segment, they were discussing the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veggietales&lt;/span&gt; was going to be shown on NBC rather than only released on video by Big Idea.  The first time I heard this, I was wary of it. I know network television enough to know that this wasn't going to happen without some major changes coming to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Veggietales&lt;/span&gt;.  I was really concerned that the creators of the show were "selling out."  Sadly, the creators did agree to take out religious references. This makes me so sad.  Phil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vischer&lt;/span&gt; says he didn't know when they made the agreement that every reference to God would have to be taken out of the show.  This includes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Qwerty's&lt;/span&gt; bible verse and Bob's signature line "God made you special and He loves you very much."  &lt;br /&gt;Why do they want all references to God removed? It might "offend viewers."  This is from the same network that fought tooth and nail to get the "f-word" during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;primetime&lt;/span&gt; TV.  This from the same network that aired a Christian bashing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;veggietales&lt;/span&gt; spoof on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt;. (Larry is a priest that molests young "gherkins") NBC also has plans to air a concert special with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maddona&lt;/span&gt; strapped to a giant crucifix.&lt;br /&gt;To quote Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Malkin&lt;/span&gt; of the show Vent, "it is a sad sign of the times when the "c-word" and the "g-word" are considered more offensive than the "f-word" on network airwaves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-783855693443903583?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/783855693443903583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=783855693443903583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/783855693443903583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/783855693443903583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/veggietales-and-state-of-world.html' title='Veggietales and the state of the world'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-6534074070585939501</id><published>2007-05-16T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:12:45.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love gummy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTjx-9GYy1A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTjx-9GYy1A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-6534074070585939501?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6534074070585939501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=6534074070585939501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/6534074070585939501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/6534074070585939501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-5615812942568692190</id><published>2007-05-12T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:04:24.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Held</title><content type='html'>If you don't know the Natalie Grant song, "Held," go listen to it.  Right now.  Its on my little player thingy over there. Right there on the right of the screen.  Are you listening? Listen good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how sometimes you hear a song but you don't really listen to the words? You think "oh yeah, I like that song," but you haven't really HEARD it?  That happened to me with this song. Just the other day I really heard this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we hear "If there was a God, he wouldn't have let ___________ happen to me." Or people say that "I'm a good person, how could this happen to me?" or "You must not be living right or God wouldn't have done this to you."  What a lovely thing for someone to tell you right after a personal tragedy, right? But I so love what she says here..."Who told us we'd be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We're asking why this happens to us who have died to live. Its unfair. This is what it means to be held, how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. This is what it is to be loved and to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the promise was when everything fell we'd be held."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..He never promised that the bad things wouldn't come. We aren't above the masses....we just have his arms around us while we cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may turn to emotional ickiness for a moment, so if you want to stop now, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one minute it will be Mother's Day. The first Mother's Day I will have without a mother living here on earth. However, it isn't the first Mother's Day I have gone through as a mother who has lost a child. I have to say though, that He has held me. There were a wonderful few times that I actually physically felt his presence around me, holding me up to keep me from crumbling. I was held.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will cry. I know that. And its ok. I will cry for Mama and I will cry for Molly.  While I cry, He will hold me, and stroke my hair. He will know that I hurt and give me all the comfort that a Daddy would give his little girl who broke her favorite toy or skinned her knee. I am held.&lt;br /&gt;And when I am through crying, he will lift my chin with his hand and he will point my eyes in the direction of my children.  I will see the "centerpiece" made of hearts with their pictures on them that they made for me.  I will remember that Curt cooked supper for me tonight because he loves me. I will see their shining eyes and I will get hugs and kisses and construction paper cards. I will go to church and have breakfast with Bethany's sunday school class, and I will be held.&lt;br /&gt;Everything fell, and I am held.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-5615812942568692190?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5615812942568692190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=5615812942568692190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5615812942568692190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5615812942568692190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/held.html' title='Held'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-7693006220901573219</id><published>2007-05-11T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:08:44.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had the nicest evening tonight! I was supposed to go to this party for a friend of mine because she graduated with her Masters. I have been looking forward to this party for a long time, but this morning I woke up with a migraine.  I wound up calling in to work and staying home to sleep.  Around 5:00 PM my headache was all gone!  Well that's not a big deal except that this friend of mine is a co-worker who invited practically the whole school to this party-including the principal.  How would it look if I didn't feel well enough to come to work, but was at a party that night....exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Well, my kids were going to be staying the night with my brother so that Daniel and I could go to this party.  They were all hyped up about it, so even though I wasn't going to go they still went over there to spend the night.  This left Daniel and I kid-less!  We went out to eat at this restaurant that was "our place" when we were dating. It isn't the same kind of restaurant now.  Then it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt; and now its "country buffet."  But we still got to sit at "our table" and hold hands and not cut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; meat up or tell anyone it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to go to the bathroom and be sure and wash your hands.  After we finished we walked over to the Christian bookstore and looked around for a while.  They closed at 9:00, so we drove over to Barnes and Noble and hung around there for a while.  Now we are home and its all quiet and Daniel is over on the couch reading the book he bought.  I love just "being" with my husband! Don't get me wrong, I love my kids! I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stuffin's&lt;/span&gt; out of them! But sometimes it is so good to just be "Daniel" and "Emily" and not "Mama" and "Daddy." &lt;br /&gt;God blesses us with such simple joys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-7693006220901573219?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7693006220901573219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=7693006220901573219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/7693006220901573219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/7693006220901573219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-evening.html' title='My evening'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-5194738461211189475</id><published>2007-05-10T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:48:31.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><title type='text'>I'm Lost</title><content type='html'>I'm going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' nuts about Lost.   I spent  forever after work today just reading lost message boards,  looking at pictures of  "Jacob" and comparing them to screen caps of all kinds of  people.  Man I love that show. I love it that Alli loves that show too, because I can call her during every other commercial break to discuss it.  I think my favorite part about calling Alli is just hanging up when the show comes back on after a little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!" sound.  No goodbyes, no finishing the sentence that you're saying, just a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;" and a click.  That's devotion right there.  What are we going to do during the summer? I think maybe we should write "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eppys&lt;/span&gt;" (To quote Alli)  and perform them for each other over the phone.  We can use funny voices like Grover and Mr. Bill and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt;.  I think Locke should have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gumby&lt;/span&gt; voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-5194738461211189475?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5194738461211189475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=5194738461211189475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5194738461211189475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/5194738461211189475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;m Lost'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894688400446231768.post-1776600899330839410</id><published>2007-04-28T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:53:05.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Well, I keep trying to make my blog look happy but I am starting to think that it just isn't going to look happy until it has some words on it.  I don't know exactly what I want to do with this.  I'll be working on it though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894688400446231768-1776600899330839410?l=bcbmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1776600899330839410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894688400446231768&amp;postID=1776600899330839410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/1776600899330839410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894688400446231768/posts/default/1776600899330839410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcbmama.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Griswell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14379633481525726606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GBhrBnXOuRE/SQRVG_L5WtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xlz1LQTNb9k/S220/DSCF0077.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
