<?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-11803569</id><updated>2011-07-22T05:36:04.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-114680007235765519</id><published>2006-05-04T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:34:32.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've been..</title><content type='html'>Our daughter was born in February, and since then, I've been keeping a new blog.  Email me if you'd like that blog address.  Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-114680007235765519?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/114680007235765519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=114680007235765519' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/114680007235765519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/114680007235765519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve been..'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-113500577882540329</id><published>2005-12-19T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:22:58.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...looks like I suck.</title><content type='html'>At blogging that is.  Maybe I should take a cue from Rebekah and just go on an official hiatus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some updates -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 7 weeks to go until baby girl is here.  Can't believe how fast this pregnancy is going. I'm HUGE!  At least I feel that way.  Luckily, I'm all belly and my butt hasn't gotten gigantic of anything like that.  I did have someone tell me my face got fat - seriously!  I immediately called a friend who is very honest and asked her.  She said it's not.  Which is what I thought.  Whew!  Now, granted, she could've been lying to spare the hormonal pregnant chick's feelings, but I really, really, really, don't think my face is fat!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the crib up and the bedding is on it - It looks fabulous! I'm just in love with it.  We got The Secret Garden line from Lambs &amp; Ivy.  And I've started to put away her clohtes, get the room organized. I'll paint and hang the curtain in January.&lt;br /&gt;Now..to decide on a name!  It's down to two, if only Michael would be willing to make a decision.  He's trying hard to hold out until we have her. I of course, want a name right now!  Besides, I need to get those cute jumbo wood letters to spell out her name and hang in her room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all moved in our new house. Memo to self - moving while pregnant isn't bad, you don't have to lift anything. Moving while pregnant, the same weekend as a shower, the first week in December, before your other house as sold? Not such a great idea.  But we absolutely love it. It's perfect!  And we're not moving for a loooooong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a month and a half of work left.  It'll be weird to not come here everyday as I've done for the last four years.  But I'm so looking foward to being a SAHM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough Chipotle.  We've had it once a week for the last 6 weeks at least. And I could easily eat it 2 or 3 times a week. I think Michael's getting tired of it but being the good hubby he is, he keeps going with me!  If only Chipotle had a contest where you could win free burritos for a year! I'd so be trying to win that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-113500577882540329?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/113500577882540329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=113500577882540329' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/113500577882540329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/113500577882540329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmlooks-like-i-suck.html' title='Hmm...looks like I suck.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-113155330994466940</id><published>2005-11-09T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:30:02.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>Last night was the Bon Jovi concert.  The concert I’ve been anxiously anticipating for weeks.  And it definitely was not a disappointment!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn’t know, I’m a HUGE Bon Jovi fan.  My sister took me to my first Bon Jovi concert when I was in 8th grade.  (&lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/pg.asp?cmd=display&amp;layout_id=450367"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a page I did about it a while back.)  I saw them again in 1993 and 2001.  Last night I went with my sister, her sister-in-law and 2 friends to see them for the 4th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, can I just say how HOT Jon Bon Jovi is???  Not just hot, but sexy – it’s the rock star thing.  The show was amazing.  2 hours of fantastic songs, a great show and lots of screaming.  Plus, Jon Bon Jovi is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 girls I wanted to be last night – the girl who ran on stage and hugged him – a really loooong hug.  And the girl he (the really sexy Jon Bon Jovi) pulled up on the platform and danced with. Granted, my belly might’ve knocked him off the platform, but I still wish it was me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my belly – can I just say how many strange looks I got last night!?!  Everyone was staring at my belly.  I guess it’s not everyday you see a 6th month pregnant woman at a Bon Jovi concert.  One woman who passed me said “God bless your baby” - I replied I was starting her off young!  And that Jon Bon Jovi is hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of the night was my realization that I could’ve taken my camera and didn’t!  Last time I tried to take a camera to a concert, I had to take it back to my car because cameras weren’t allowed.  Last night of course, they were.  There were flashes going off everywhere! Very sad about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish there was another concert tonight so I could see them again. It was awesome.  I guess I’ll go home and play the Oprah episode he was on…or the MTV awards show where he performed with Richie Sambora….or Crossroads with Sugarland…or the Moscow Music Peace Festival…or the New Jersey concert video they put out…or their video collection…or…well, it doesn’t matter, he’s hot in everyone of them!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-113155330994466940?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/113155330994466940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=113155330994466940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/113155330994466940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/113155330994466940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-heart-bon-jovi.html' title='I *heart* Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112990451020319879</id><published>2005-10-21T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:21:50.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Girl!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the u/s this morning and found out it's a girl.  I'll be honest, I kind of had it my mind it was a boy, although I didn't realize it until after the technician said it's a girl.  I actually had 2 dreams last night that we had two ultrasounds and it was a boy both times. I've been calling her "him" and was starting to love all the little sporty boy clothes.  I've got to retrain myself to say "her" now!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's going to have Daddy's Little Girl and I'm going to have someone to scrap with, ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we can pick a name, bedding and register for girly stuff!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112990451020319879?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112990451020319879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112990451020319879' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112990451020319879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112990451020319879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/10/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112972866612617971</id><published>2005-10-19T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:42:06.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Jelly Belly flavors = happiness</title><content type='html'>So last night after work I was killing time at Tower City before my seminar.  I got some Sakkio Japan for dinner - sooooo good and also went in the the candy store.  I decided to get some &lt;a href="http://jellybelly.com/Cultures/en-US"&gt;Jelly Belly&lt;/a&gt; jelly beans.  I don't get them too often as I never like to pick my own flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, what flavors did I get?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cotton Candy&lt;br /&gt; Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt; Red Apple&lt;br /&gt; Strawberry Cheescake&lt;br /&gt; Strawberry Daquiri&lt;br /&gt; Very Cherry&lt;br /&gt; Tutti Fruitti&lt;br /&gt; (did you notice they're all red/pink flavors?  hmmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't tried these yet but I'm sure I'd like them:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Raspberry&lt;br /&gt; Strawberry Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'll never again buy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt; buttered popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also threw some pink rock candy and red sour patch kids (yes, red and pink again,I can't help it!) At my college bookstore they sold individually wrapped jumbo sour patch kids.  Yeah, I'd dig through the entire box and buy ALL the red ones.  Aaah, sweet memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the entire 3 hour seminar I ate Jelly Bellys (or is it Bellies?) and sour patch kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112972866612617971?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112972866612617971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112972866612617971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112972866612617971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112972866612617971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/10/favorite-jelly-belly-flavors-happiness.html' title='Favorite Jelly Belly flavors = happiness'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112955694430469656</id><published>2005-10-17T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:01:43.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>The camping trip was a success.  We once again had amazing luck with the weather. It was gorgeous, although Saturday was a bit cold.  We played Bocce and Badminton, roasted marshmallows and made pizza pies over the campfire, played games, told stories, went on walks and took A LOT of pictures! Sleeping in the tent wasn't too bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fit in my sleeping bag just fine and once my BIL let me use his body pillow to put between my legs I was good to go.  I made it to 4 AM before I got up to pee, and let me just say - walking to the restroom with a flashlight that early in morning - not so fun.  I of course was scared - kept thinking something or someone was going to get me.  Yeah, I'm a little paranoid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SIL Abby took a gazillion pictures of me which was a lot of fun.  The setting was just gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 24 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/208_0896.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I being Cheesy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/210_10121.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise over our tents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/209_0954.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/209_09991.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our tent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/209_09841.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112955694430469656?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112955694430469656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112955694430469656' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112955694430469656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112955694430469656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/10/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112921396349322523</id><published>2005-10-13T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:55:19.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping time!</title><content type='html'>Yep.  This weekend is our annual camping trip with Michael's family.  Look forward to it all year.  Not necessarily looking forward to getting my preggo belly into the mummy-style sleeping bag in our tent, but hey,  I'll try!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling great.  It'll be 24 weeks this weekend.  And I'm really showing.  No hiding it now even if I wanted to! I had a doctor's appt this past Saturday and he said I'm doing great. We were able to schedule our next u/s for 10/21 - we'll finally know if this is a little boy or girl who's kicking me constantly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been working on our registries at Babies R Us and Target.  Had no idea how hard they'd be.  Registering for our wedding was a piece of cake compared to this! I took my mom and Michael's mom with me on Saturday to work on them. We were in Target for an hour and BRU for 2!  And I'll admit, went a little trigger happy on toys. Um, just giving people lots to choose from, right? :)  Still have things to add/change once we know what we're having.  Shoot, I'll probably we changing them right up to the baby showers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now - only 1.5 hours of work to go then I'll be roasting marshmallows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112921396349322523?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112921396349322523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112921396349322523' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112921396349322523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112921396349322523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/10/camping-time.html' title='Camping time!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112731417043284152</id><published>2005-09-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:54:15.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway There!</title><content type='html'>Here I am at 20 weeks! Finally getting a belly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/resizeddanaspick2.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is day #6 without throwing up - what a wonderful feeling!  We're going to register at Babies R Us and Target Saturday.  That will be a lot of fun.  Michael enjoys using the little gun to scan the items.  I can't believe this pregnancy is already halfway done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112731417043284152?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112731417043284152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112731417043284152' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112731417043284152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112731417043284152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/09/halfway-there_21.html' title='Halfway There!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112672699709979907</id><published>2005-09-14T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T14:43:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Why do people think it's okay to apply makeup while driving on the highway in morning rush hour? Tuesday, I was stuck behind this women driving really slow, riding her breaks and leaving about 3000 feet of assured clear distance between her and the car in front of her. I had to beep my horn to get her to start moving!  Thankfully, I was finally able to pass her.  A little later, I got off the highway, and had just gone through an intersection when I heard a horn beep.  I turned to look, and sure enough, it was that same lady applying mascara holidng up traffic!!!  I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get to my parking lot.  For some reason the parking lot attendant doesn't have people pull up far enough to get their tickets and it blocks the entrance way.  Leaving everyone else waiting in the road.  Especially annoying if you have a parking pass and don't need a ticket.  Needless to say, I was really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention I started off my day throwing up in my car at the gas station?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this morning went much better - I threw up at home. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112672699709979907?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112672699709979907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112672699709979907' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112672699709979907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112672699709979907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112611568245978367</id><published>2005-09-07T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:54:42.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost over!</title><content type='html'>The morning sickness, that is!  I'm down to only once a day in the morning and some days I don't puke at all.  I feel sooo much better, more energy, don't feel the need to eat constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt the baby move last week for the first time. What an amazing feeling.  I love it.  Still strange at times, but comforting knowing he/she is in there, growing.  I'm hoping to schedule the ultrasound to determine gender this Saturday at my monthly appt.  I'm anxious to find out so we can pick a name, start on the room, really just start getting ready.  There's only 22 weeks to go, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started scrapping again.  Granted I haven't done another page in the week and I half since I cropped but still, I got a few pages done. Unfortunately I don't feel they were that great, it's like I didn't scrap for 3 months and forgot how!   I'm so behind though -preggo and summer pictures, shoot, pictures from 2003 still! I have all this great new product in my room and I need to start using it.  First though, I need to clean my table, it is a disaster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now! (I think I might be the worst blogger ever!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112611568245978367?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112611568245978367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112611568245978367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112611568245978367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112611568245978367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-almost-over.html' title='It&apos;s almost over!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112291689908540037</id><published>2005-08-01T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:27:12.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times</title><content type='html'>So last weekend &lt;a href="www.cherylmanz.typepad.com"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="www.rebekahdprice.blogspot.com"&gt;Rebekah&lt;/a&gt; visited. We did some shopping, some scrapping and some picture taking. It was great to be with 2 people who love to take pictures as much as I do.  Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us in Cleveland.  We went down to the Rock Hall, took some pictures by Lake Erie. It was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/onsteps.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a walking path near my house so of course we took the tripod, set the timer and took a ton of great pictures.  And now Cheryl knows how to use said timer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/3ontrail.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl took this picture of me and I love it. My new favorite.  I needed a new profile pic for 2 peas and now I have one! Thanks C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/100_0095_2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Cheryl had to leave.  That night we went to Coldstone for ice cream.  The pictures came out really dark (way to go Erin for having the camera on the wrong setting) but with a little help from Picasa they'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/203_03121.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/203_03141.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fabulous weekend! Even if they did have to hear me puke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112291689908540037?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112291689908540037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112291689908540037' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112291689908540037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112291689908540037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/08/fun-times.html' title='Fun times'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112128651763426966</id><published>2005-07-13T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:28:37.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet relief...or so I thought.</title><content type='html'>So last Wednesday, I got a prescription to help with the morning sickness.  I thought, "Yes! Good-bye vomiting 6 times a day! Good-bye throwing up every meal! Good-bye my friend, the toilet."  Wrong.  It might make it a bit more manageable, but it's not gone. The medicine wears off by early evening. And since I'm only allowed to take it once a day, there's nothing I can do.  Once it wears off, it's like my stomach says, "Hey, we need to play catch-up!" And I'm still throwing up during the day, just not as frequently.  I'm really hoping that once I hit 3 months, it stops. The days are long and painful and emotionally distressing. I know, I know, it's worth it.  I really do know that. I can't wait to tell this kid - "Do you have ANY idea what you put me through??" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112128651763426966?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112128651763426966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112128651763426966' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112128651763426966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112128651763426966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweet-reliefor-so-i-thought.html' title='Sweet relief...or so I thought.'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-112006142427582963</id><published>2005-06-29T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:37:25.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be honest...</title><content type='html'>early stages of pregnancy? Not so fun.  Especially the morning sickness. Which as my close friends know (in detail, no less - don't worry, I won't gross you out by sharing the details with you as well) has been horrible for me.  A day does not go by without me getting up close and personal with the toilet. I'm so tired of throwing up constantly. It exhausts me. It makes me cry. I went home early from work last Wednesday, Friday, Monday and didn't come in at all yesterday.  I'm counting down the days until the second trimester begins...hoping that it will bring the end of the morning sickness.  While I know it's all worth it, that when February comes and I'm holding a precious gift from God in my arms, I won't care - what I had to go through won't matter...but when I'm puking in the public bathroom at work (which is disgusting, by the way) it's hard to remember that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-112006142427582963?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/112006142427582963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=112006142427582963' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112006142427582963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/112006142427582963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/06/ill-be-honest.html' title='I&apos;ll be honest...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111962130553199272</id><published>2005-06-24T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T08:56:26.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29 and pregnant</title><content type='html'>I met my goal - pregnant by 30.  By my 29th birthday (on Tuesday) I was already 7 1/2 weeks pregnant. How awesome is that!  It's still a bit surreal, but oh so exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111962130553199272?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111962130553199272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111962130553199272' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111962130553199272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111962130553199272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/06/29-and-pregnant.html' title='29 and pregnant'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111703432431730839</id><published>2005-05-25T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T10:55:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the 80's</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd do this week's &lt;a href="http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/mb.asp?cmd=display&amp;thread_id=1209291"&gt;Meme&lt;/a&gt;on 2peas.  Anyone who really knows me, knows I LOVE 80's music...and movies...and toys...and tv shows...alright, I just love the 80's in general. Well, except the clothes! May scrunched socks, pegged pants and florescent colored clothes never come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite 80's songs (that I can think of right now) in no particular order:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come on Eileen &lt;br /&gt;2. Anything by Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;3. Word up&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour some sugar on me&lt;br /&gt;5. Modern love&lt;br /&gt;6. Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;7. Call me&lt;br /&gt;8. Angel of the morning&lt;br /&gt;9. Centerfold&lt;br /&gt;10. Total eclipse of the heart&lt;br /&gt;11. Rock me, Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;12. Mickey&lt;br /&gt;13. We built this city&lt;br /&gt;14. I’ve had the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;15. Heaven (Warrant)&lt;br /&gt;16. Toy Soldier&lt;br /&gt;17. Invincible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm over. Sue me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My crushes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. He's the only one who matters. :)&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/11803569-111703432431730839?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111703432431730839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111703432431730839' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111703432431730839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111703432431730839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-love-80s.html' title='I Love the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111652412648803801</id><published>2005-05-19T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:41:31.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rush hour bee</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I'm driving home from work and traffic's a bit slow. That's what I get for leaving 15 minutes late - puts me right smack in the middle of rush-hour. So I'm only going about 20 mph with my window down about 2 inches. I feel something hit the top of my head and my first thought was debris came in my window from the truck next to me (highly unlikely, I know.) So I touch the top of my head and don't feel anything and therefore don't think much of it...until I look down and see a bee on my gear shift! Okay, I have this fear of bees. Especially in enclosed spaces. I jump a little as I see it, swerving to the right and almost hitting the car next to me.  (glad I wasn't going faster.) I grabbed a napkin and smooshed the bee as hard as possible, the whole time trying to not crash my car. Then I was afraid to pick up the napkin in case the bee wasn't dead.  So for the rest of my drive home I was alternately looking at the road and checking to make sure the napkin hadn't moved. Then I started thinking, what if the bee was on my head and I touched it and got stung! Or, what if it landed in my jacket hood, or in my shirt or a gazillion other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm the girl who starts swatting her hands around when a bee is near.  I will even go so far as to run away from them, even as someone calmly says "Oh don't worry, they won't sting you, just stay still and they'll leave you alone!" Sure, I'll just sit right here while it buzzes all around me. Yeah, okay. I haven't been stung by a bee in, oh, 20 years, yet I have that memory of how bad it hurt when I was, so of course I think it's going to be horribly painful.  I really need to get over that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111652412648803801?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111652412648803801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111652412648803801' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111652412648803801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111652412648803801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/rush-hour-bee.html' title='The rush hour bee'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111635343057251975</id><published>2005-05-17T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:11:48.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking on the blog...</title><content type='html'>So I'm not doing so well at the blog thing. I haven't updated it in a while. I feel like I haven't had anything blog-worthy to write about. Nothing exciting's going on. Just normal everyday life. Work, scrapping, family and friends, watching Michael's baseball games. I did get DMB's new CD, I like it. Still like their old stuff better. I'm now hooked on Desperate Housewives. Like I need another show to watch. That's it. My boring life. I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111635343057251975?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111635343057251975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111635343057251975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111635343057251975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111635343057251975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/slacking-on-blog.html' title='Slacking on the blog...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111538748525414570</id><published>2005-05-06T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:01:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting a pair this weekend...</title><content type='html'>So these were forwarded to me today. And in the interest of fashion, I thought I'd share them with you. Now run out and get a pair...or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;{these are the ones I'm getting!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes7.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/shoes1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111538748525414570?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111538748525414570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111538748525414570' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111538748525414570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111538748525414570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-getting-pair-this-weekend.html' title='I&apos;m getting a pair this weekend...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111523281461543486</id><published>2005-05-04T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:02:35.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband, the coach</title><content type='html'>So, my husband is a coach.  Not of just one sport, or two, but 3! 8th grade football in the fall, freshman boy's basketball in the winter, and varsity baseball in the spring.  Unfortunatly with our weather, he hasn't gotten to coach much lately. I took these pictures last month during a Saturday double-header - they won both games. Go Tigers! {I seriously have the hardest time getting my pictures the right size.  I've given up.  Sorry they're so small!!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is in action - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/michael13.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/michael3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the team after their first win of the day - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/teamhandsup.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the games. Cheering for the team.  Supporting him.  He puts so much time and energy and love in to coaching. But coaching isn't just Michael's thing, it's mine too.  We're in it together.  The games, the practices, the extra work, the cookouts, the cookies, the scrapbooks, getting to know the players and their parents. It's a way of life.  I am a coach's wife. And darn proud of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111523281461543486?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111523281461543486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111523281461543486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111523281461543486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111523281461543486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-husband-coach.html' title='My husband, the coach'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111503866231913130</id><published>2005-05-02T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T08:31:15.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless the Broken Road</title><content type='html'>I love this song.  You know how sometimes you hear a song and you feel like it was written just for you?  That's how I felt the first time I heard "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts. I still cry sometimes when I hear it because it's so real to me.  Everything I went through, all the tears and pain and doubt, it was all worth it. It was part of God's plan.  It led me to Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless The Broken Road"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;Into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/michaelanderinoutsidechurch.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Erin and Michael, May 22, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111503866231913130?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111503866231913130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111503866231913130' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111503866231913130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111503866231913130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/05/bless-broken-road.html' title='Bless the Broken Road'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111479916793200542</id><published>2005-04-29T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:26:07.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Well, no PKPT for me. I admit it - I was pretty upset about not getting a call for PKPT. This was the first big contest I'd entered and had gotten pretty excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was sad and now it's over.  No use dwelling on it. I feel good that I even entered.  I have 12 fabulous pages finished that I might not have completed otherwise.  I will slowly be adding them to my gallery at 2peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Big THANK YOU to my fabulous friend &lt;a href="http://cherylmanz.typepad.com"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt; for knowing just how to cheer me up! (check out the page she did on her blog!) I feel so honored and blessed to have Cheryl as my friend and am so thankful for her friendship.  I love ya C!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had the week from hell at work and am just glad it'll be over in 2 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111479916793200542?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111479916793200542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111479916793200542' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111479916793200542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111479916793200542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111460566628172207</id><published>2005-04-27T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T08:16:41.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Snow</title><content type='html'>So, Sunday we got 13 inches of snow.  Yes, 13 inches on April 24th. Unreal.  Of course, I had to take pictures.  And I thought I'd share them for those of you not blessed with Cleveland weather.  They're a bit dark because I took them Monday morning before work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our house.  That is my car.  Parked outside the garage. Because my garage door broke last week.  I said it wasnt' a big deal because it was April, not like I'd have to brush snow off it.  Famous last words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/house.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tree is not normally a weeping willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/weepingwillow.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deck.  Would you like to eat outside tonight, honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/deck.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big tall tree on the back corner of the house that is now half on the ground.  I didn't like it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/brokentreebackcorner.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad.  I love this tree.  It's now broken in half.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/brokentreesteps.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the many branches in our yard.  One of these caused a phone line to fall across the road.  Which caused me to call the police at 9:30 Sunday morning to come out and make sure no one drove into it.  Lots of excitement.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/limbsinfront.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go.  13 inches of snow April 24th. Now the cleanup begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111460566628172207?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111460566628172207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111460566628172207' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111460566628172207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111460566628172207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-snow.html' title='April Snow'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111409115490893360</id><published>2005-04-21T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:47:23.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just got this from the Inspiration List this morning. Wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Never Leaves You By Yourself&lt;br /&gt;God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard&lt;br /&gt;muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I&lt;br /&gt;slowed down to listen, and panicked when I realized that what I was&lt;br /&gt;hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting,&lt;br /&gt;frantic scuffling, and tearing of fabric. Only yards from where I&lt;br /&gt;stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was&lt;br /&gt;frightened for my own safety, and cursed myself for having suddenly&lt;br /&gt;decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another&lt;br /&gt;statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had&lt;br /&gt;taken only seconds, but already the girl's cries were growing weaker.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I&lt;br /&gt;finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this&lt;br /&gt;unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found&lt;br /&gt;the moral courage and physical strength---but once I had finally&lt;br /&gt;resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran&lt;br /&gt;behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling,&lt;br /&gt;we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the&lt;br /&gt;attacker jumped up and escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was&lt;br /&gt;crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see&lt;br /&gt;her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not&lt;br /&gt;wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's OK," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now."&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder,&lt;br /&gt;in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, stepped my&lt;br /&gt;youngest daughter, Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That last sentence brought instant tears to my eyes. There's a link to the Inspiration List on the right if you're interested...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111409115490893360?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111409115490893360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111409115490893360' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111409115490893360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111409115490893360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/instant-tears.html' title='Instant tears...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111409000053595894</id><published>2005-04-21T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T08:26:40.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>The Serenity Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Something I find myself saying whenever I feel overwhelmed, confused and troubled. It's been a favorite of mine for many years. I just wanted to share it, hoping it can help you as well... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111409000053595894?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111409000053595894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111409000053595894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111409000053595894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111409000053595894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111393644130230682</id><published>2005-04-19T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:24:11.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>My car does not stink like rotten milk. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael's team won yesterday - absolutely fantastic and thrilling baseball game.  They play them again this afternoon.  Go Tigers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garage door opener broke.  I am now parking outside. Thankfully it's not January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a shirt today I forgot I had.  A cute pink sweater with striped collar and cuffs from The Limited that was with summer things.  Two things come out of this.  1. That I missed out on wearing it all winter.  2. That I didn't even know I missed out on wearing it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving Chipotle.  Guess that's what's for dinner tonight.  Not like I was going to cook.  I haven't cooked in at least 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get the Chatterbox Dorm Room papers tonight.  Finally!  I cannot wait to go home and scrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is 80.  Thursday it will be 50.  I love Ohio.  No really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and I sent each other over 90 emails yesterday.  It's gotta be our record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The April &lt;a href="http://www.paperdillies.com"&gt;PaperDillies&lt;/a&gt; kit is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=8-11/qid=1113936929/ref=sr_8_11/602-2001114-1759844?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B00029NLGO"&gt;The Prince and Me&lt;/a&gt; is on sale for $7.50 at Target this week. I'm so getting it tonight.  I want to be the Queen of Denmark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at Target, &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=8-4/qid=1113937076/ref=sr_8_4/602-2001114-1759844?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;asin=B0007YVBCA"&gt;Rob Thomas'&lt;/a&gt; new CD.  He does look might fine with his new haircut.  I will be picking this up tonight at well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebekahdprice.blogspot.com"&gt;Rebekah&lt;/a&gt; is coming to visit this July as well as &lt;a href="http://cherylmanz.typepad.com"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/a&gt;.  They'll be here for the whole weekend.  My husband, however, has stated he will be at his brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111393644130230682?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111393644130230682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111393644130230682' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111393644130230682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111393644130230682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111384543192050282</id><published>2005-04-18T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T12:33:06.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mondays</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fan of Mondays.  Who is though, right? I stayed up too late scrapping and woke up tired. I left my mini-heater at home today.  Luckily, I snagged my boss's since she's out today.  My lunch sucked because there wasn't enough of it - leftovers, plus I didn't have any pudding. Nothing bad, just a blah blah blah kind of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side, I posted 3 pages today that I absolutely love.  Since doing my PKPT entry I've really found my "style" or so I think.  I've been feeling creative and enjoying it.  I'll admit the lack of calls kind of stinks. But I'm so happy wiht my pages that I'm not worrying about it.  The new Chatterbox came in at my favorite LSS so I can't wait to go pick that up.  I'm having fun with the new MOD, Scenic Route, KI, Scrapworks and all the other fun goodies I've gotten recently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be 74 today so I can't wait to get to Michael's game and soak up some sun after work. Speaking of Michael's team, they won both games of their doubleheader Saturday.  They've got a full schedule this week with games M,T,W,Th and another doubleheader Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;Go Tigers!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111384543192050282?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111384543192050282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111384543192050282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111384543192050282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111384543192050282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/mondays.html' title='Mondays'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111358727163704954</id><published>2005-04-15T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:09:05.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>So, for some reason today at work, I brought up Rockula.  A little-known movie from 1990.  Which got me thinking of all the movies I love, that aren't what you'd call blockbusters.  Here they are (because Cheryl told me to go write something in my blog):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6302658624/qid=1113586455/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=video"&gt;Rockula&lt;/a&gt;- a cheesy vampire musical about a curse, a virgin and a hambone.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005LOKS/qid=1113586369/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Eddie and the Cruisers&lt;/a&gt;- fun music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6301520084/qid=1113586369/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Eddie and the Cruisers 2&lt;/a&gt;- gotta watch the sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6302045126/qid=1113586487/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=video"&gt;Young Guns&lt;/a&gt;- Emilio Esevez, Charlie Sheen, Keifer Sutherland and Lou Diamond Phillips.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/630188891X/qid=1113586487/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=video"&gt;Young Guns 2&lt;/a&gt;- see above post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00004RF9C/qid=1113586590/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;GiGi&lt;/a&gt;- I first watched this movie at a friend's grandparent's house on laserdisc in elementary school. GiGi is awesome.  I want to be her when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00002ND7B/qid=1113587023/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Splendour in the Grass&lt;/a&gt;- I want to be her too.  I used to have this movie until someone stole it at a party in college.  Tell me, who, besides me, wants to own this?  One of these days I'll get it on dvd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005JK0Z/qid=1113587046/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Roadhouse&lt;/a&gt;- How cool is Patrick Swayze!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000059PPG/qid=1113587058/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-2550265-0668163?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Heathers&lt;/a&gt;-I also want to be Veronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000031EG0/qid%3D1113587078/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr%5F11%5F1/102-2550265-0668163"&gt;Pump Up the Volume&lt;/a&gt;- Love Christian Slater in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now.  But as my friends know, I have a &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; memory so I'll probably think of more later and add to my list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, some of these movies are terribly hokey.  But oh so entertaining!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111358727163704954?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111358727163704954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111358727163704954' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111358727163704954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111358727163704954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111358553784196013</id><published>2005-04-15T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:18:57.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch your purse</title><content type='html'>I know I do this all the time, I leave my purse in my car because I don't feel like taking it with me to the restaurant/store/gas station.  I haphazardly shove it under the seat, hoping it doesn't show.  Besides, I think,  no one is going to break into the car and steal  *my* purse.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've recently changed my thinking.  My sister Tara's car was broken into Wednesday night.   They smashed her passenger side window in and stole her HIDDEN purse.  Thankfully, she got it back yesterday – someone found it strewn about their yard and called her.    She was able to cancel everything (which is of course, a huge pain) before they used it - although they did try.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just a reminder – don't leave your purse in your car.  It &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; happen to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111358553784196013?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111358553784196013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111358553784196013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111358553784196013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111358553784196013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/watch-your-purse.html' title='Watch your purse'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111349406965466576</id><published>2005-04-14T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:03:18.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No use crying over spilt milk</title><content type='html'>So, I'm driving to work this morning, on time. I eat my poptart.  Pick up my glass of milk....and drop it. Right into my lap.  I have no idea how it happened. One minute it is in my hand, the next, in my lap. It was like my fingers just let go of it without me thinking it. So there I am, on 480, going 65 mph with milk seeping in my pants, under my butt, in to the seat, on the floor behind me.  What a freakin' mess!!  I started grabbing for tissues and napkins trying to soak it up.  I got off at the first exit and found a towel in my trunk and a sweatshirt in the backseat.  For all the crap I have in my car, I can't believe there weren't more things to use to clean it up. And I really couldn't believe how much milk was in that glass!! I swear, it was like I spilled a gallon! I realized I couldn't go to work because, well, I would start to stink.  Pretty gross.  So I turned arond and went home to change clothes and clean up the car. I got to work over an hour late.  And when I leave, I get to drive home a stinky car.  Guess I know what I'm doing Saturday... Oh well, my car needed cleaned out anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111349406965466576?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111349406965466576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111349406965466576' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111349406965466576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111349406965466576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-use-crying-over-spilt-milk.html' title='No use crying over spilt milk'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111332859847642575</id><published>2005-04-12T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:59:48.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't she beautiful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/erinandmom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about my mom, of course! I took this the day after Easter, after forgetting to get a picture of us on Easter Sunday.  She has a birthday this month, but I can't tell you how old she'll be - she'd kill me! :)  Love you, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111332859847642575?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111332859847642575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111332859847642575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111332859847642575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111332859847642575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/isnt-she-beautiful_12.html' title='Isn&apos;t she beautiful?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111332822092966505</id><published>2005-04-12T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:54:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Dr. Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/drpepper3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  I do.  Ever since 7th grade, courtesy of Todd A. I just finished drinking one with lunch.  Yum. But not Diet Dr. Pepper.  I don't care what you say, it's not the same. I'm a pepper, don't ya want to be a pepper too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111332822092966505?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111332822092966505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111332822092966505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111332822092966505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111332822092966505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-dr-pepper_12.html' title='I love Dr. Pepper'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111323388308396609</id><published>2005-04-11T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:38:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days</title><content type='html'>Something to think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO DAYS&lt;br /&gt;There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two days which should be kept from fear and apprehension. One of these days is yesterday, with it's mistakes and cares, it's faults and blunders, it's aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is beyond recall.&lt;br /&gt;The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with it's possible adversities, it's burdens, it's large promises, and perhaps its poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.&lt;br /&gt;This leaves only one day - today. Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the burden of those two awful eternity's, yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives us mad. It is the remorse or bitterness for something which happened yesterday or the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore do our best to live but one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Inspiration List&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111323388308396609?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111323388308396609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111323388308396609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111323388308396609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111323388308396609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/two-days.html' title='Two Days'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111270801755246183</id><published>2005-04-05T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T08:33:37.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love Ohio weather..</title><content type='html'>So, Ohio weather is just so bizzare.  Last Thursday, it was gorgeous, sunny and 70.  Saturday morning it was freezing - windy, with snow and rain. By Sunday morning we had at least 3 inches of snow.  One county had emergency bans in place, today there are still people in the Cleveland/Akron area without power.  Cleveland now has had a record snowfall this winter 105+ inches. Now today it's supposed to be 70 again!  And tomorrow as well then 60's the rest of the week.  I swear, only here can you go from sandals, to turtleneck sweater and boots, and back to sandals....weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111270801755246183?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111270801755246183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111270801755246183' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111270801755246183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111270801755246183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/gotta-love-ohio-weather.html' title='Gotta love Ohio weather..'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111237396461476443</id><published>2005-04-01T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:46:04.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the day..</title><content type='html'>Michael will be home from his trip to Florida with the baseball team tomorrow morning. I can't wait. I didn't realize how much I'd miss him. Thankfully the week went by very fast. Helped in part by the PKPT contest - I spent most of the week finishing my entry up. Now, I have to clean. Since he's been gone, I haven't done a thing. It's been liberating to leave clothes where I went, let the mail and papers pile up on the table and so forth. It's not going to feel so liberating when I have to spend 2 hours cleaning the whole house tonight though! I also need to watch my last chick flick tonight. While he's been gone I've watched 5 movies with one left. I must say, I absolutely loved A Prince &amp;amp; Me with Julia Stiles. First Daughter with Katie Holmes? Not so much. I want the happy ending. They weren't together in the end. And while it was implied they'd get back together, not good enough, I want to see it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111237396461476443?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111237396461476443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111237396461476443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111237396461476443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111237396461476443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/04/tomorrows-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the day..'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111230321611216934</id><published>2005-03-31T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:18:47.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My dear hubby relaxing on the boat - October 04</title><content type='html'>I just love this picture of Michael - so relaxed, carefree. I do so love this man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y57/coachswife/relaxation.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111230321611216934?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111230321611216934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111230321611216934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111230321611216934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111230321611216934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-dear-hubby-relaxing-on-boat-october.html' title='My dear hubby relaxing on the boat - October 04'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803569.post-111220939715004547</id><published>2005-03-30T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T14:03:17.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to figure this thing out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, so I know I'm not a computer wiz, but I didn't think setting this blog up would be so hard!  Sigh....I think I'll need help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803569-111220939715004547?l=coachswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/feeds/111220939715004547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803569&amp;postID=111220939715004547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111220939715004547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803569/posts/default/111220939715004547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coachswife.blogspot.com/2005/03/trying-to-figure-this-thing-out.html' title='Trying to figure this thing out...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16131026086866748205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__cefOg0DZ7k/S1P1aWpqHCI/AAAAAAAALi8/yJPkNE7LZh0/S220/img222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
