<?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-428875603197765140</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:17:46.943-06:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Hay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>365</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-653752877094463258</id><published>2012-02-07T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T16:35:47.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More tidbits</title><content type='html'>*have I really not shown a picture of beautiful Saylor Kate yet???? Well I will do that....tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*speaking of Saylor. She is still having some belly issues or colic issues. They say it peaks at 6 weeks and then gets better. This household sure does hope that happens fast fast. Any advise????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tucker is still a wonderful big brother. He loves on Saylor and is very gentle with her. Actually at times he barely knows she is around. He is such a sweet boy even at the age of 2. I mean we have moments but for the most part he is great. His life spperently hasnt chsnged any to regress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I went to my work yesterday for the first time. Can't say I miss it yet. I was actually suprised and a little upset because I thought they might check on me or Saylor at some point. You know just a text, but just one of them has (she is a good friend). I thought maybe the other was a friend too. Oh well I am sure they were busy while I was you know having s CHIlD and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* this weekend we have our first night out with some great friends. We are excited and since Saylor has been a little fussy it is much needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we are supposed to travel in a week.....I sure hope Saylor is in a great mood by then. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am trying to eat better/diet.....it's really hard to do with brownies staring at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* people keep bringing up valentines day. Me and nate have never really gotten the hype of it. We don't spend money on gifts and usually it's nothing too special. I mean we share special times as often as we can.....we don't need one day. Now days its more about the kids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saying "kids" is still soooooooo weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-653752877094463258?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/653752877094463258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=653752877094463258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/653752877094463258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/653752877094463258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-tidbits.html' title='More tidbits'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7575607955516673394</id><published>2012-01-31T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:04:36.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>Here are some things on my mind lately and updates......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saylor Kate has some really good days and some cranky days. Mostly the reflux bothers her but she still sleeps 6 to 7 hours a time at night....so I can't complain much. She is still a blessing even with bad days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try to tell new moms how great they look. I mean they have just birthed a baby and it's hard to feel good about yourself afterwards. I am so suprised at how many women don't say that  I mean I of course don't feel good about how I look right now....who does after 4 weeks but it's just shocking that people don't say it. However I had a friend visit last Friday and the first thing she said as she walked in the door is "you look great". She made my day:) so the point of this.....let new moms know how great they are too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is an incredible big brother. I am so blessed with how he acts. We have a good boy on our hands!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to go stir crazy from always being in the house. But we have some exciting things coming up   This weekend I am throwing a baby shower for a cousin and can't wait to see some family. Then the next weekend nate and I are going to enjoy our first night out!!!!!! Dancing,dinner and drinks. Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about stir crazy....every where you look someone is sick with the flu or strep and I am totally paranoid so Saylor doesn't go to public places. Maybe in a couple weeks but I am still a germ freak with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks and we are goiong south to see my sis,bro and niece and nephews. Can't even contain myself. oh and it will be mardi gras.......how exciting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to eat better and shed this weight. But I have to remind myself my body is still swollen and outta wack. Then I eat a brownie and feel better.  Hahaha. These 20 lbs will just fall off I am sure. A girl can dream!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks and I am back at work. Gag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7575607955516673394?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7575607955516673394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7575607955516673394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7575607955516673394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7575607955516673394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8763929917337181574</id><published>2012-01-26T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:22:11.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I??</title><content type='html'>Well I have been rocking,cuddling and bouncing a 4 week old baby. Is she really 4 weeks.....holy crap!!!! Anyways, Saylor Kate has had some belly problems which lead to cranky cranky baby and sometimes momma. Hey.....a fussy baby is hard. BUT we saw the dr today and she is all healthy besides some stomach issues. So, tucker is allergic to milk so we are thinking she might be too. we are now on hypoallergenic formula and hopefully in 48 hours our house will be happy again. Woooo it's been a tough couple of days......but only days. Saylor will sleep 7 hours s time at night so I can't really complain can I. Anyways, heres to a tummy trouble free baby SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8763929917337181574?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8763929917337181574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8763929917337181574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8763929917337181574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8763929917337181574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I??'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-46898121615911402</id><published>2012-01-12T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:00:00.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My delievery: Saylor Kate</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a post bout my delivery with Saylor Kate before I forget. I wrote all about Tucker's so documenting it is important. I don't think it matters HOW many time you deliever its always scary and nerve racking. I was a nervous wreck the night before I was scheduled with Saylor Kate (C section again). I was pacing the floors and triple checking my bags, her bags and lets not forget I had another little one to pack because Tucker would be staying with grandparents for 2 nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after checking in that morning the started an IV and I just waited for my amazing doctor to arrive and we were off to the surgery room. I walked TO the room and jumped right on the surgery table almost in tears because I was so nervous!!!!! Well much to my suprise everything went perfect. All the doctors were excellent and calmed me down. This time my C section was a breeze, I hadn't labored at all and the drugs were great. I didn't feel hardly anything at all. Within 15 minutes Saylor was out and crying. Nate was amazing and watching the WHOLE surgery. He is crazy like that. He enjoys those kind of things. My doctor was sooo awesome that she never used staples only stitches so i could go home the next evening!!!! She took her time with me and it paid off!! I spent an hour in recovery still never feeling any pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recovery with this c section has been much better as well. I am 12 days out and feel great. And little miss Saylor is kinda the perfect baby. She is sleeping awesome and eating awesome. I am just beyound thankful for everything. I plan on being off work at least another 2 months and I am soaking up this time for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i will post pics next post I PROMISE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-46898121615911402?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/46898121615911402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=46898121615911402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/46898121615911402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/46898121615911402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-delievery-saylor-kate.html' title='My delievery: Saylor Kate'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2642680871755204813</id><published>2012-01-11T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:05:08.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple</title><content type='html'>I (we) recently invested in an Ipad...and I have to tell you I really really LOVE It. It will keep me busy for 8 weeks or so for sure!! I am still learning but as far as keeping up with everything it is GREAT!!! I can't seem to nap when Saylor naps during the day so an Ipad comes in handy. I know they say Nap when the baby Naps...but I can't do it?? By the time I am up and going...I am just UP for the day. I take my time doing my chores around the house and just spend as much time with Saylor as I can. She is a VERY Good baby....knock on wood. I am ONLY swaddling her at night trying to get her to understand when its "night time". She will sleep anywhere from 4-6 hours at a time at nap and eats and goes right back to bed. Woohoo..I mean she is only 12 days old. Cant' ask for anything better. She is a formula baby (for many reason..some beyound my control and I will not explain) so she is drinking 4 ounces at a time. During the day she was having some fussy times.....crying and crying in PAIN so I switched to a gentle ease formula about 24 hours ago and I have my fingers crossed that it WORKS. Man, if this formula works she would be the perfect baby!! Not that Tucker was a bad baby, because he wasn't...but he was allergic to milk and was sickly so she was tough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is going to daycare during the day to keep a schedule and I am still not supposed to lift him. Thanks to my mom and my mother in law...they are BOTH SAINTS to me....for taking him to daycare every day and picking him up so we dont' have to leave the house. Also I am not supposed to drive :(. Tucker is such a GREAT big brother...he is loving, caring and soo soo easy with her. We are lucky for this...there is enough LOVE to go around so why wouldn't he be right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update more and more..I can't believe its been almost 2 weeks since I had a beautiful little girl. Wowzers...soo soo blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to fiqure out how to get pics off my ipad onto my blog...ANY help will be welcomed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2642680871755204813?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2642680871755204813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2642680871755204813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2642680871755204813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2642680871755204813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/couple.html' title='A couple'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5858214498164953141</id><published>2012-01-05T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:07:04.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She is HERE</title><content type='html'>She is here...she is here!! We are so blessed. Our litttle girl arrived at 8:17am on Friday December 30th. God is great. She is perfect and we are both doing good. She was my little bit compared to her brother...she weighed 7lbs 7 oz, (Tucker was 8lb 11oz). I am updating from my iPhone so I won't be here much BUT I just wanted to spread the joy!!! We are so grateful for her. So far she is a good baby too. I can't wait to show pics bc she is beautiful....until i have more sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5858214498164953141?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5858214498164953141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5858214498164953141&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5858214498164953141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5858214498164953141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-is-here.html' title='She is HERE'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1055024235275354629</id><published>2011-12-19T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:08:35.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>38 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>I am 38 weeks this week...woohooo!!! To say I am ready is an understatement...BUT I am not ready till the 26th. I want to spend Christmas at home and not in a hospital AND it will be hard enough on Tucker to understand the whole "little sister" process without having a baby on Christmas. BUT of course we will take Saylor Kate anytime, it just works better after the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tucker, he is doing great understanding the whole little sister thing. He calls her by name, he loves her bedroom and kisses my belly often. What he isn't going to understand is how much pain I will be in after the C Section and when I can't lift him. :(&amp;nbsp; We have a great support team though and we will get through it!&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling. NO dilation as of my 37 week appt. I am having small contractions but nothing serious or too hurtful...they might even be major braxton hicks. I am nesting like crazy. My Christmas is all done and wrapped, my groceries are bought for holiday baking, Saylor's room is all ready and her bag is packed. I am ready. Bring on Christmas!!! And actually I am still feeling really good. I am not too tired and I still have energy to keep up with my house, shop and make dinner for my family (oh and work full time). I am not swelling this time (my wedding rings are still ON) and my shoes all still fit. With Tucker, I was so swollen you could have popped me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my last day of work is Thursday and after that is full fledged Christmas with my family, baking and resting. I have a couple dates planned for Tucker and I (and daddy) before Saylor comes also. OH, and I didn't forget about big brother at the hospital...he has a special gift from Saylor already and a special shirt to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYq6PemNIcg/Tu-1rxuLDmI/AAAAAAAABZo/yyrKAQm1gOI/s1600/Picture+066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYq6PemNIcg/Tu-1rxuLDmI/AAAAAAAABZo/yyrKAQm1gOI/s320/Picture+066.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at that pretty baby..&amp;gt;I can't believe we will be doing this all again soon!!! Prayers are welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1055024235275354629?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1055024235275354629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1055024235275354629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1055024235275354629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1055024235275354629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/38-weeks.html' title='38 WEEKS'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rYq6PemNIcg/Tu-1rxuLDmI/AAAAAAAABZo/yyrKAQm1gOI/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1230720346305051752</id><published>2011-12-09T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:43:28.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in labor.....</title><content type='html'>I am sure you guys have been calling every police station around wondering where I was? Well calm your little self down, I am here. I mean I know you can't imagine how busy I have been....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is I have been getting last minute Christmas shopping done and tidying up the house as much as I possibly can. I am almost completely finished with Christmas (and this included wrapping) so I am ahead of the game. Oh and not sure I have ever said on here but baby girl's room.....Saylor Kate Dirnberger.....is getting closer. We have put the bed together with some finishing touches coming this evening and this weekend I am organizing and hanging pictures!!! A huge rock will be off my shoulders when her room is done. (also there is NO meaning behind Saylor's name....I just loved it!! It is different and I like different. I had to fight with the husband about it for a while, but we see who go her way. And Kate comes from Katherine my gma's name....actually we might lengthen it Katherine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Tucker is really enjoying every part of Christmas. He is excited about Santa and reindeer and all the above. He doesnt' totally understand the whole concept but we are working on baby Jesus and such too. We have been driving around looking at lights and we have visited Santa in the mall once.....Tucker likes Santa but does NOT like to sit on his lap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to finishing up ALL Christmas and Saylor's room this weekend and then plenty of baking and relaxing. I have 2 weeks of work and then 4 days to prepare for baby and she is HERE!!! 3 weeks people...its NUTSO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1230720346305051752?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1230720346305051752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1230720346305051752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1230720346305051752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1230720346305051752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-in-labor.html' title='Not in labor.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4382038631325201514</id><published>2011-11-29T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T14:13:24.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Who would have thunk it....snow in November when it was 62 degrees 4 days ago. OH well, we welcomed it this morning...or at least I did! I am like a kid when it comes to anything snow&amp;nbsp; or Christmas so I woke up early to make sure and give Tucker time to take it all in before work/school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rpJhNBU25g/TtU8hjw6TjI/AAAAAAAABZE/56GncqtolwQ/s1600/snow2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tucker was NOT as crazy about the snow as I thought he would be. Well it was 7am and it was cold and he hadn't eaten breakfast yet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is too hopefully MORE and MORE snow soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4382038631325201514?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4382038631325201514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4382038631325201514&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4382038631325201514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4382038631325201514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-snow.html' title='First snow'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rpJhNBU25g/TtU8hjw6TjI/AAAAAAAABZE/56GncqtolwQ/s72-c/snow2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4638939632405771352</id><published>2011-11-22T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T08:51:13.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks and NOT contracting</title><content type='html'>So far this week during my non stress test and I was in good shape. I showed NO signs of contractions and baby girl was happy and kicking. I haven't been feeling many contractions either...maybe just a few braxton hicks. However, she is right in my rib cage so every kick or punch is like a dagger to my side! As long as she is happy though....we are all happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her room is finally falling in place. The paint is on the walls and I can see progress. On the agenda for the weekend is putting her bed together and then all the rest of the details will fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all my Christmas decorations are up (minus the GIANT tree and only because I can't drag it in alone) and they make me smile when I walk in my house. Thanksgiving weekend is a busy time with all my family together under one roof so I needed to have my Christmas in place already. I am sooo happy to have the family all together. We will bake, eat, play games,......eat, eat, play games. We do NOT plan on shopping this weekend. I enjoy it but this starting the NIGHT of Thanksgiving is just rude. I mean, let people enjoy their Thanksgiving before they head out to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from our table to yours....gobble gobble!! Enjoy the Thanksgiving Holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4638939632405771352?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4638939632405771352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4638939632405771352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4638939632405771352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4638939632405771352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/34-weeks-and-not-contracting.html' title='34 weeks and NOT contracting'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1816968016549534011</id><published>2011-11-18T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:27:27.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>33 weeks and contracting!</title><content type='html'>I am 33 weeks yesterday....I am inching closer and closer!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went in for a stress test and as I was relaxing and reading my book the nurse kept coming in and asking if I am feeling contractions?? NO, I didn't think I was? I mean surely I would know right? I just felt a lot of moving and punching going on or so I thought. About 15 minutes later the Dr. came in and said yes you are contracting. It wasn't pain but I could tell what she was talking about after she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go..once again...labor and delivery. I am hooked up and monitored for about 3 hours. During those 3 hours I believe I had 3-5 contractions that registered. The GREAT thing is baby girl is handling them all so well. Her heart rate never dropped and she kicked and punched through them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary part is we have a BARE room for a nursery and so much stuff left to do. This really put things in perspective and this weekend we have to get a move on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT baby girl...you need to stay where you are for 3-4 weeks. If you can make it 3 weeks or so all will be ok. This just goes to show all babies are different. Tucker (who is just like his father) would have waited on the end of time to show progress or any type of hurry. Baby girl ( who is just like me) can't stand it in the any longer and needs a change of scenery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1816968016549534011?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1816968016549534011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1816968016549534011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1816968016549534011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1816968016549534011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/33-weeks-and-contracting.html' title='33 weeks and contracting!'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5840650352382499572</id><published>2011-11-08T08:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:44:49.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 year old....seriously</title><content type='html'>I was looking at baby pictures the other night of Tucker partially because we are going to have another baby soon and partially because I can't believe my first baby is 2?? This past weekend we celebrated his 2nd birthday and everything went as planned. If you remember his first bday, everyone had the Flu so this one HAD to be better. Tucker's bday always falls on Deer Season weekend in Missouri. To most people this wouldn't be a big deal....BUT in our family it is kinda of huge deal. Basically if you want anyone to come to the party to have to have it early :( Oh well, this only means we celebrate twice with Tucker!! Here are few pictures I snapped of the weekend. The party was football themed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2ZmeepSnKw/Trk_TEK5AjI/AAAAAAAABXs/rTgZ0zoC9qY/s1600/Picture+895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2ZmeepSnKw/Trk_TEK5AjI/AAAAAAAABXs/rTgZ0zoC9qY/s320/Picture+895.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every table had a different penant for a different team...pick your favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lex96Zj4260/Trk_YmV2_2I/AAAAAAAABX0/HIjEWmz4S-w/s1600/Picture+897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lex96Zj4260/Trk_YmV2_2I/AAAAAAAABX0/HIjEWmz4S-w/s320/Picture+897.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The cake table before the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PJjURShS-o/Trk_ct536EI/AAAAAAAABX8/KiQ3FGaIcMo/s1600/Picture+898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PJjURShS-o/Trk_ct536EI/AAAAAAAABX8/KiQ3FGaIcMo/s320/Picture+898.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Centerpieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIgyUPc3R40/Trk_gt21bNI/AAAAAAAABYE/BWruegZbxGk/s1600/Picture+902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIgyUPc3R40/Trk_gt21bNI/AAAAAAAABYE/BWruegZbxGk/s320/Picture+902.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGxTE4xKBeM/Trk_kBXRD_I/AAAAAAAABYM/T_D63JHwCNY/s1600/Picture+908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGxTE4xKBeM/Trk_kBXRD_I/AAAAAAAABYM/T_D63JHwCNY/s320/Picture+908.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZbBhONhOmU/Trk_oo_9ybI/AAAAAAAABYU/8NBfejZG1wY/s1600/Picture+910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZbBhONhOmU/Trk_oo_9ybI/AAAAAAAABYU/8NBfejZG1wY/s320/Picture+910.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCf-JcGRwL0/Trk_spgZCsI/AAAAAAAABYc/-wkt_yfTPBg/s1600/Picture+895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCf-JcGRwL0/Trk_spgZCsI/AAAAAAAABYc/-wkt_yfTPBg/s320/Picture+895.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-56Hk8RQV0f0/Trk_6DidALI/AAAAAAAABY0/12lsBkHsr5M/s320/Picture+981.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Smores for a night time snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVG6t6uPAfQ/Trk_-hPD51I/AAAAAAAABY8/3vFnXWe4O1g/s1600/Picture+987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVG6t6uPAfQ/Trk_-hPD51I/AAAAAAAABY8/3vFnXWe4O1g/s320/Picture+987.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Family of 3 for 7 more weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5840650352382499572?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5840650352382499572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5840650352382499572&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5840650352382499572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5840650352382499572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-year-oldseriously.html' title='A 2 year old....seriously'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2ZmeepSnKw/Trk_TEK5AjI/AAAAAAAABXs/rTgZ0zoC9qY/s72-c/Picture+895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2714515306563102504</id><published>2011-11-02T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:34:43.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am only documenting this because I want to always remember it.&amp;nbsp; We lost a family member...Tucker's pony May-May that we have only owned 5 months had to be put down last night. It has been really really hard on us so because the reason she was put down was outta our control. Our neighbors horse jumped the fence while we were at church Sunday morning and fought May until she was a mess and beaten pretty badly. We are very very upset about the whole situation. Ugh...that's about all I can actually type at this time but I will leave you with a happy little boy and a picture of a one of kind Pony. We will miss you May!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6reA8IQ4M58/TrFG0ucw0TI/AAAAAAAABXk/_px5_-LrEyQ/s1600/may+may3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6reA8IQ4M58/TrFG0ucw0TI/AAAAAAAABXk/_px5_-LrEyQ/s320/may+may3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will own another horse one but, BUT we really wanted to keep her for as long as we could!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2714515306563102504?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2714515306563102504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2714515306563102504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2714515306563102504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2714515306563102504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/loss.html' title='A loss'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6reA8IQ4M58/TrFG0ucw0TI/AAAAAAAABXk/_px5_-LrEyQ/s72-c/may+may3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-325831746633025877</id><published>2011-11-01T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:41:21.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks and a not so Happy Halloween...</title><content type='html'>I wish I had adorable pictures to show you in this post of Tucker at Halloween...but the truth is, he is kinda sick with a virus and he was having NO dressing up for Halloween. Yep, he told me over and over that he&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " NO dress up momma". So we threw on cowboy hats, boots and off we went to visit family. We gathered more than enough candy at the grandma's house to last months so really there was no need to trick or treat. &lt;br /&gt;I wasn't focused much on Halloween anyways but instead of getting him to feel better. He has ran fever since Friday and I be dang if I will LET him be sick again for another birthday. His second bday party is this Saturday and last years&amp;nbsp;birthday was a disaster b/c the flu struck EVERYONE at once and this year I will not have anybody sick. I have been praying to keep us all well for a week :). The party is football themed and I can't wait to show you how it turns out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, me and baby girl are just growing along. I am still feeling good for 31 weeks. I mean yes its hard to bend over all the time but other than that I feel much better than I did with Tucker at this point. I am not as swollen as I was with Tucker so far. My feet still look kinda normal and my wedding rings are still on. wooohoo. After my appointment next week I will go to the doctor every week for 7 weeks. YES,...I am dreading that part. I have to do non-stress test every week until baby girl makes her arrival. With Tucker I had some blood pressure issues at the end so we are keeping on top of everything this time. &lt;br /&gt;I am not having weird cravings or anything unusual...just as long as you feed me I am happy. &lt;br /&gt;Oh I guess I need to post a picture soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck this weekend for a successful bday party...we are having another big blow out since his first was a disaster. And also, Tucker's pony who we have all come to love very much was in an incident Sunday and is very hurt. YES, we pray for our animals...they are like family. And maybe you could do the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-325831746633025877?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/325831746633025877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=325831746633025877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/325831746633025877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/325831746633025877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/11/31-weeks-and-not-so-happy-halloween.html' title='31 weeks and a not so Happy Halloween...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8070116262661510335</id><published>2011-10-21T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:33:26.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29 weeks ya'll</title><content type='html'>29 weeks with baby girl........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda getting nervous because so far I have NOTHING done for baby girl. Well she has really great clothes and hair accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker seems like he understands he is having a sister. BUT in the next 2 months we have Halloween, His 2 year bday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and a little sister. This might be a little overwhelming when you are 2??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be growing more now days and I can probably say I am right there where I was with Tucker at the growing stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention we have a LOT of stuff to do in 2 months. I am going to get through Halloween first and then work on Tuckers 2nd bday because as some of you remember last year Nathan had the flu and couldn't come to the first bday party. HOW horrible right?? So we are throwing another big birthday party much like his 1st to make up for lost time with daddy. Oh and his Gigi and Memaw both had the flu too and couldn't come also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mist of all this I need to Christmas shop and decorate and bake. I am thinking I wont sleep much in December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stop with all the list and be grateful now. I am VERY grateful for this baby girl, but man I sure do know how to plan it at a hectic time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am outta work today at 12 to prepare for a nesting weekend...we are cleaning out the shop!! gag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8070116262661510335?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8070116262661510335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8070116262661510335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8070116262661510335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8070116262661510335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/29-weeks-yall.html' title='29 weeks ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1835753505806047818</id><published>2011-10-15T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:37:26.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infant loss day</title><content type='html'>I am VERY blessed to have a healthy almost 2 year old little boy&amp;nbsp;and even MORE blessed that I am caring a healthy baby girl due very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are pains and losses that never go away. And today I remember and acknowledge &lt;strong&gt;Infant Remembering and Loss day&lt;/strong&gt;. I will never forget the 2 miscarriages I had before I was blessed with Tucker. It was heart breaking and the whole situation made me appreciate my children and others who suffer with the same pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I pray for all those who have suffered with the loss of child and all those who are STILL struggling to hold a baby one day. Not a day goes by that I dont' realize how blessed I am and that I dont' pray for those who are struggling with loss or any issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the babies today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1835753505806047818?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1835753505806047818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1835753505806047818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1835753505806047818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1835753505806047818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/infant-loss-day.html' title='Infant loss day'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8840182792207860674</id><published>2011-10-11T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:49:30.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a traveling</title><content type='html'>I spent the last 5 days traveling and relaxing. I LOVE going to Louisiana to visit and since I am going to be on non traveling duty soon this was perfect timing. We basically ate and let the kids run and play the whole time. It was sooo nice and relaxing and just what I needed before my life gets more hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We are preparing for Halloween. Yes Tucker has 2 outfits and we arent' sure which one he will be. One of them is a cutesy Giraffe. I wanted more year of a something adorable and Tucker wanted a year of being Woody from Toy Story. We shall see who wins.&lt;br /&gt;*I am planning Tucker's 2nd birthday. I can't believe he will be 2 years old. I mean he acts two and thinks he is smart enough to be two...but seriously?? This year it is football themed. Although my favorite football team is having the WORST season in history we aren't going to quit on them now. I have lots of fun things planned.&lt;br /&gt;*I am trying to start Christmas shopping. My only problem is I have NO Idea what to get anyone. I am wanting to have all my Christmas bought by Thanksgiving. This doesn't mean wrapped but I need it bought and ready...Thanksgiving is 4 weeks from delivery so I need to get started. &lt;br /&gt;*The baby girl room has no crib, no furniture, no paint...man we have a lot of work to do. I am wanting her room finished by Thanksgiving as well. Party to show it off to family in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and not to mention keeping up with the everyday things, work and following a toddler around. I am supposed to be anaemic....but who can tell when my mind runs 90 to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my 7 month appt on Wednesday. Can't wait to update yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8840182792207860674?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8840182792207860674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8840182792207860674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8840182792207860674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8840182792207860674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/10/been-traveling.html' title='Been a traveling'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8071235802237195025</id><published>2011-09-30T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:53:18.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesting and preparing</title><content type='html'>Again..sorry for the delay. Why is it you seem to NEVER catch a break. Just when I think we are caught up around our house...there are a zillion other things to do.&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been nesting, this is actually my second dose of nesting. I am getting really really OCD about all this nesting and my husband and son might kick me out of my own home if I dont' settle down. I dont' want dirt on the floor, clothes in the hamper or sheets not clean. I have been cleaning, organized and dont' forget the dreaded switching summer/ winter clothes around. I DREAM of one day having a big enough closet to never crate things up again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh I dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had 2 bladder infections in 5 weeks and not to mention I am anemic. Do I feel tired...NO, there is no time for that! &lt;br /&gt;I have also gotten to catch a movie with a friend and eat and shop :)&lt;br /&gt;So I have to weigh my odds here....bladder infection for a girls night was well worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl is growing right along and so is this Mommy. I feel like she is most active at night and in the afternoons. However, she is always active on my bladder, so pretty much my day consist of playing with Tucker and using the bathroom. I am 26 weeks this week and moving right along. NO we dont' have the baby girls room started, but yes she has tons of hair bows that make up for that right??&lt;br /&gt;I have ordered the bedding and things are moving...they are just slower. We know the plan in our heads and I will show you her room as soon as its finished. We DO have a name....99% sure. It took a lot of arguing but I got my way like I usually do :) Remember, I like different and convincing Nate was a task. Tucker talks about the baby often and he knows where she is at, but I don't think he really gets it. I have a belly picture I will update next week (finally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. This weekend we are making crock pot suppers, getting pumpkins and painting them and adding mums to our decor!!! I LOVE Fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8071235802237195025?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8071235802237195025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8071235802237195025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8071235802237195025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8071235802237195025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/nesting-and-preparing.html' title='Nesting and preparing'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3135787274195456332</id><published>2011-09-20T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:36:15.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cathcing up</title><content type='html'>Things have been busy here in the&amp;nbsp;Hay. We have celebrated my birthday, visited the town fair, had bonfires and weeny roast, parades, football has started (and is sad), and I have been keeping my crock pot HOT. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes my belly is growing growing. So time for a little catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: if you are bored with my life stop reading now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I left off with my birthday. As with all my birthday, this one was no less than great. My boys and I watched football, ate wings, went to the county fair (twice), watched a parade and ate Chinese buffet all in 2 days. Yes it takes 2 days to celebrate my birthday....there is too much to do. Oh and lets not forget the cheesecake I ate, the gift cards and cash I received and my husband making my birthday morning with cookies and a Coke Zero. Cookies and a coke are better than flowers ANY day in my books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have been watching football and yelling at the TV 2 days a week at my house. The season hasn't looked good so far for the Colts, but I smell a turn around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, well I have finally started growing growing. I mean yes I was showing before this, but within the last 3 weeks my belly is out stretching my clothes. Although, all my maternity pants I wore with Tucker are still big (nobody told me I was such a FATA**) and some of my regular shirts are still fitting. My weight&amp;nbsp; gain is way down from Tucker's weight gain and I would have to gain a lot of weight to catch up with what I gained with him (again nobody told me I was so fat). So I am proud of all that, although I know from here on out I will just be gaining and gaining.&amp;nbsp; I am really starting to fill little girl kick. I have been feeling it for quite some time but now she is giong to town, from what I can tell she doesn't sleep b/c I always feel her. (great right?). I am pretty sure we have a name. I love it, some people like it, and others look at me like I have grown an alien out of my ears. I wanted different. I have always liked different, and something that she will OWN and not have 10 other people in the class own too. So I will reveal that soon. :) &lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am feeling ok. I am tired all the time but I dont' get time to rest b/c I have a toddler. My back just started hurting this week but I haven't started swelling thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;I am ordering her bedding tomorrow and the painting and transforming shall start soon as well. I will reveal all of that when its finished. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and the shopping!! I am having so much fun shopping. And so far I have really been a bargain hunter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that life here at in Hay,...preparing for baby, gearing up for Halloween and all things fall and trying to rest when I can. I will leave you with the cutest cowboy I have ever seen.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89pTiuyXsZs/TnjcQPNS-MI/AAAAAAAABXc/2jQ_oGydz1E/s1600/cowboy100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89pTiuyXsZs/TnjcQPNS-MI/AAAAAAAABXc/2jQ_oGydz1E/s320/cowboy100.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got Tucker's 2 year pictures taken a little early considering we will be busy in November. I have never seen anything more precious. The great Sheri @ Bella Bambino is the creator! We love her :) Ok and just because you begged here is one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp-lqNeGFlg/TnjcyUMn38I/AAAAAAAABXg/_EUEcjuJPXQ/s1600/tucker103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rp-lqNeGFlg/TnjcyUMn38I/AAAAAAAABXg/_EUEcjuJPXQ/s320/tucker103.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She quotes him as a heart breaker.....I think so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3135787274195456332?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3135787274195456332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3135787274195456332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3135787274195456332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3135787274195456332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/cathcing-up.html' title='Cathcing up'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-89pTiuyXsZs/TnjcQPNS-MI/AAAAAAAABXc/2jQ_oGydz1E/s72-c/cowboy100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8220448643009509115</id><published>2011-09-13T07:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:24:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MvbxvO29o-o/Tm5Oo9TYvCI/AAAAAAAABXY/CosYE8zGO6E/s1600/tucker100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MvbxvO29o-o/Tm5Oo9TYvCI/AAAAAAAABXY/CosYE8zGO6E/s320/tucker100.jpg" width="228px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't think you really need any words for this......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8220448643009509115?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8220448643009509115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8220448643009509115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8220448643009509115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8220448643009509115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-everything.html' title='My everything'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MvbxvO29o-o/Tm5Oo9TYvCI/AAAAAAAABXY/CosYE8zGO6E/s72-c/tucker100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6885846009405776034</id><published>2011-09-12T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:32:08.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The not so big one</title><content type='html'>We take birthdays VERY serious in my house. I get this tradition from my mom and grandparents because they NEVER missed a birthday and always through a party. So today as I celebrate my birthday (tooting my horn here) I am going to NOT take life so serious and enjoy the small things. I am not going to care about laundry or dusting or anything minor. I am going to relax at work, maybe shop on line. I am enjoying MY day :) &lt;br /&gt;Since the age of 4, I have always celebrated my birthday at the Fair. It always falls during my birthday, I like to think they throw it just&amp;nbsp;for me. &amp;nbsp;Its a week long event and has everything you ever wanted...including fried butter!! So yesterday my little family of 3 1/2 spent the day looking at the animals and taking it all in. Today we will spend the afternoon at the fair parade and Wednesday we got back to enjoy all the rides we can till we vomit!!! (kidding) I can't imagine a better way to spend my birthday :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is to ME!!! And learning to count my blessings more and NOT count my laundry pile! &lt;br /&gt;Oh and for a bday present from my husband...he surprised me at work with a coke zero and peanut butter cookies AND I get to pick out a new purse!!! He is the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6885846009405776034?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6885846009405776034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6885846009405776034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6885846009405776034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6885846009405776034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-so-big-one.html' title='The not so big one'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2363296433237708411</id><published>2011-09-08T08:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:15:03.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the MOST</title><content type='html'>Wonderful time of the year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kickoff to NFL Football is no joke at our house. We treat it like a holiday (as it should be) and I kinda wanted to take off work just to prepare for all the excitement!!!&lt;br /&gt;Every year I make loaded nachos. These nachos have everything but cake on them and they are incredible. It just sets the mood. AND we all snuggle on the couch in COLTS blankets and eat our nachos ON the couch ( we never eat ON the couch at our house...always at the table so this is always a BIG deal). &lt;br /&gt;Even though our teams aren't playing we still enjoy all the work up that comes with opening day. The pre-game starts at 6 and we folllow it all night until we crash hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now as for Sunday...when these guys play (although he is hurt and wont play..boo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--a9rT5dgeWc/Tmi_Ivy72GI/AAAAAAAABXU/SbZeIYgfdLI/s1600/manning.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--a9rT5dgeWc/Tmi_Ivy72GI/AAAAAAAABXU/SbZeIYgfdLI/s320/manning.bmp" width="274px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;we usually open the windows, turn on a pot of chili and everybody is in game day jerseys!!! Lets just hope this baby girl likes football as much as we crazy people do.!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;who do you cheer for??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2363296433237708411?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2363296433237708411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2363296433237708411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2363296433237708411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2363296433237708411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-most.html' title='Its the MOST'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--a9rT5dgeWc/Tmi_Ivy72GI/AAAAAAAABXU/SbZeIYgfdLI/s72-c/manning.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7168945357643740755</id><published>2011-09-01T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:05:21.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only for September</title><content type='html'>I LOVE me some September!!! It has to be one of my favorite months ever. I just get chills thinking of all the fun things September brings. For starters, I celebrate my birthday and our anniversary!! I love the fairs, parades, cooler weather in the evenings, making chili, making nachos, FOOTBALL, and so much more! Next week marks NFL kick-off and its pretty much a Holiday at our house. We get all excited and blare the tv and make nachos and a fun dessert. This Saturday marks the kick off to College Football. As big of a sports maniac as I am, I have never gotten in to college football and I blame it on the college I went to being to small to "get it". So this year my new agenda is to understand all about college football and get excited about it. I am learning the divisions and polls as we speak!!! But who will I cheer for....well MIZZOU of course! I am from Missouri peeps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered all Tuckers new football gear and I am waiting on that to arrive any day..whoop whoop. Oh and don't think baby girl wont have some of the cutest football gear too :) (just with matching bows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with a dip I am going to make for our football weekend!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Caviar:&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can of black beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of sweet corn (drained)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 a cup of fresh chopped cilantro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a cup of chopped red onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium sized jalapeno, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 package of Philadelphia cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a cup of sour cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 a cup of ranch dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soften cream cheese and mix with sour cream and ranch dressing. Spread evenly on serving dish. In a separate bowl mix black beans, corn, cilantro, red onion and jalapeno. Squeeze 1/2 of a lime into this mixture. Spread over the cream cheese mixture. Serve with tortilla chips and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7168945357643740755?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7168945357643740755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7168945357643740755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7168945357643740755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7168945357643740755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/09/only-for-september.html' title='Only for September'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7222877387123276736</id><published>2011-08-24T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:23:28.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprised</title><content type='html'>Sorry ya'll that I have been absent again. I have been busy learning how to prepare for a baby girl. Basically what I have learned is go buy everything pink and cute and have a lot of money put back. No No, that was ONLY half the suggestions. &lt;br /&gt;What I have really been doing is NESTING. You see our house is tiny..we have 3 bedrooms but I really needed that 3rd bedroom for storage. Well since baby girl needs a room the storage has to go somewhere. So each night this week I have been organizing and cleaning a room a night. I started with the master bedroom and I have worked my way all the way to the kitchen. The kitchen and laundry area are my last rooms to do tonight. THANK GOODNESS!!! I feel like if my house is disorganized or messy that my life is messy. So this gives me a clear head and makes me feel sooooo good. I am calling it my fall cleaning!!! So after the kitchen cleaning tonight I think I will buy myself something nice for all my hard work!!&lt;br /&gt;So this Friday I get off at 12 and I am eating my weight in food and then shopping. I have bought a couple things for this little girl, but what I am trying to do is buy ahead for next summer. Right now everyone has summer clothes on clerance for around 2.00 so its the perfect time to buy. I also have bought a couple football shirts for Tucker....its almost that time :)&lt;br /&gt;So to make a long story short..thats where I have been. Busy busy. I figured I better get busy now before I start swelling and too big to move. &lt;br /&gt;As for names, we have a couple we need to decide on....or should I say I have a couple that husband doens't care for but will learn to love. And this week marks 21 weeks..wowzer!! I am OVER half way there since I go early :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFT7nPCtYpM/TlUJAXBPLVI/AAAAAAAABXQ/w9RJT1-GI0I/s1600/Picture+724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFT7nPCtYpM/TlUJAXBPLVI/AAAAAAAABXQ/w9RJT1-GI0I/s320/Picture+724.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Just because its sooo hard for me to imagine loving another child as much as I love him,....I mean it hurts my heart I love this kid so much. Look at that cowboy :)&amp;nbsp; I have been giving him TONS of attention just so he always knows I love him. I am affraid with another little one coming he will question me :( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7222877387123276736?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7222877387123276736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7222877387123276736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7222877387123276736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7222877387123276736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/suprised.html' title='Suprised'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RFT7nPCtYpM/TlUJAXBPLVI/AAAAAAAABXQ/w9RJT1-GI0I/s72-c/Picture+724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7131002685921137982</id><published>2011-08-18T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:52:53.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Baby #2</title><content type='html'>Me or Nate never had an opinion or cared on what baby #2 would be. As long as they were a healthy baby we were just fine. Even if it wasnt' healthy, it was ours to love. We actually keep thinking of boys names, boy room ideas and how much fun Tucker would have with a baby brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tears rolled down my face yesterday b/c husband and I just knew we had seen boy parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ultrasound tech said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;ITS A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Seriously.....I was shocked!!!! I knew all about boy stuff. I knew you buzzed their heads and never had to brush their hair. I knew to have them wear gym shorts and baseball tee shirts all summer and they were cute. They are sooo easy and I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy or boy...I really think I am going to have fun with a GIRL!!! I can do this. I am "that" kind of mom to have a girl. I like all the frillies. &lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I are truly blessed!!! One of each!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep us in your prayers as we make this journey and that little girl will stay very healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7131002685921137982?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7131002685921137982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7131002685921137982&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7131002685921137982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7131002685921137982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-2.html' title='Baby #2'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2997410215562173324</id><published>2011-08-17T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:07:13.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding day........</title><content type='html'>The wedding day was picture perfect. The bride was gorgeous and everything turned out perfect otherwise. Me, well I was busting out of my dress but I was making it work. :) Hey I am 5 months pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0YFpwiVzc/TkwPWlo4C8I/AAAAAAAABW8/09EeIqfoDtA/s1600/Picture+797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0YFpwiVzc/TkwPWlo4C8I/AAAAAAAABW8/09EeIqfoDtA/s320/Picture+797.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My little family of 3...almost 4!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSuEBO1wLaM/TkwPsvMAAwI/AAAAAAAABXA/zGaBYJFmGaE/s1600/Picture+783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSuEBO1wLaM/TkwPsvMAAwI/AAAAAAAABXA/zGaBYJFmGaE/s320/Picture+783.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The bride and myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW_z072rXL0/TkwP5kfCuhI/AAAAAAAABXE/eH5qHto7p-M/s1600/Picture+786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW_z072rXL0/TkwP5kfCuhI/AAAAAAAABXE/eH5qHto7p-M/s320/Picture+786.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdZeO-05bKg/TkwQ2JIlaRI/AAAAAAAABXI/uEgIXUIqhus/s1600/Picture+808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RdZeO-05bKg/TkwQ2JIlaRI/AAAAAAAABXI/uEgIXUIqhus/s320/Picture+808.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;he LOVES weddings!! such a dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQQ2huK9uEE/TkwRPhPDn-I/AAAAAAAABXM/ZYQDARik0q0/s1600/aug13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQQ2huK9uEE/TkwRPhPDn-I/AAAAAAAABXM/ZYQDARik0q0/s320/aug13.jpg" width="295px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND in other news...i found out the sex of baby #2 today....tune in tomorrow to find out :) &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2997410215562173324?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2997410215562173324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2997410215562173324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2997410215562173324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2997410215562173324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding day........'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0YFpwiVzc/TkwPWlo4C8I/AAAAAAAABW8/09EeIqfoDtA/s72-c/Picture+797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5706988582941521259</id><published>2011-08-16T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:20:02.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was in my cousin Annah's wedding. It was a BLAST to say the least. The thing about Annah is we grew up as sisters more so than cousins. There aren't very many memories that don't involve having her in them. We are forever friends and I was honored to be a part of her big day. I love wedding weekends :) On Friday my sister in law and I held a bridal luncheon for her. Although my sister in law Jin couldn't be here, she was here in spirit and helped me make some of the decor. I will show&amp;nbsp; A LOT of pictures here so be ready, but everyone who knows me knows I like to throw GREAT parties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YswRiZDeSKY/TkqWQu69riI/AAAAAAAABWA/D7WBvhFOI6g/s1600/Picture+726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YswRiZDeSKY/TkqWQu69riI/AAAAAAAABWA/D7WBvhFOI6g/s320/Picture+726.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The wreath on the front door!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFepr8IepVA/TkqWVO2jgPI/AAAAAAAABWE/Cbq7QVx0el0/s1600/Picture+727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eFepr8IepVA/TkqWVO2jgPI/AAAAAAAABWE/Cbq7QVx0el0/s320/Picture+727.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bridesmaids table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute chair wreaths!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPBR36xIbE/TkqWb-db-_I/AAAAAAAABWI/b6B74ZvzgcU/s1600/Picture+728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RBPBR36xIbE/TkqWb-db-_I/AAAAAAAABWI/b6B74ZvzgcU/s320/Picture+728.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4fdIZc2rSE/TkqWxrQldKI/AAAAAAAABWM/AcLGtDvXapI/s1600/Picture+730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4fdIZc2rSE/TkqWxrQldKI/AAAAAAAABWM/AcLGtDvXapI/s320/Picture+730.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MehWFCMg9zU/TkqW2kjzOOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/yBvBWPBywT4/s1600/Picture+736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MehWFCMg9zU/TkqW2kjzOOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/yBvBWPBywT4/s320/Picture+736.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The cake area!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBXHaVOsTPo/TkqXMLjGNjI/AAAAAAAABWU/GtfMxVT2Nig/s1600/Picture+737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBXHaVOsTPo/TkqXMLjGNjI/AAAAAAAABWU/GtfMxVT2Nig/s320/Picture+737.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The mothers table was a mini version of our table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vGubY2-bu8/TkqXRVr6q4I/AAAAAAAABWY/F1a5VVFQ_TI/s1600/Picture+739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vGubY2-bu8/TkqXRVr6q4I/AAAAAAAABWY/F1a5VVFQ_TI/s320/Picture+739.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The miniature cakes were added to the cake table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFDZZn7mqaM/TkqXWPHAb3I/AAAAAAAABWc/jwGzeU4rVaY/s1600/Picture+744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFDZZn7mqaM/TkqXWPHAb3I/AAAAAAAABWc/jwGzeU4rVaY/s320/Picture+744.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the bar area is where we served appetizers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqMZBTOnX2M/TkqXbwU12QI/AAAAAAAABWg/ypvFKawAOLQ/s1600/Picture+747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqMZBTOnX2M/TkqXbwU12QI/AAAAAAAABWg/ypvFKawAOLQ/s320/Picture+747.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The table with lit candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju9FncgP8Kc/TkqXd382FOI/AAAAAAAABWk/iCzn1zussk4/s1600/Picture+748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ju9FncgP8Kc/TkqXd382FOI/AAAAAAAABWk/iCzn1zussk4/s320/Picture+748.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3R7ZpXZMg/TkqX0UDpMWI/AAAAAAAABWo/ByR_69jt8k8/s1600/Picture+750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK3R7ZpXZMg/TkqX0UDpMWI/AAAAAAAABWo/ByR_69jt8k8/s320/Picture+750.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the bride and bridesmaids ( I am on the end in purple with heels so I look tall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4heI8eoXYjc/TkqX4qnbXiI/AAAAAAAABWs/eVBu4mmYYFo/s1600/Picture+743.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4heI8eoXYjc/TkqX4qnbXiI/AAAAAAAABWs/eVBu4mmYYFo/s320/Picture+743.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the wine bucket and appetizers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRE2kzO4SEA/TkqX72IjpOI/AAAAAAAABWw/7erfEUHl_Gc/s1600/Picture+742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRE2kzO4SEA/TkqX72IjpOI/AAAAAAAABWw/7erfEUHl_Gc/s320/Picture+742.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;more appetizers and a vase with the bride's initials and colorful beads!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything turned out GREAT!!! Just like we had planned. The decor I can explain in detail later but I was proud of what we had done! We served 7 layer salad, pasta salad with chicken and rolls. And for dessert everyone enjoyed a small cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will be back with wedding pics soon.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5706988582941521259?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5706988582941521259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5706988582941521259&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5706988582941521259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5706988582941521259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding weekend!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YswRiZDeSKY/TkqWQu69riI/AAAAAAAABWA/D7WBvhFOI6g/s72-c/Picture+726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3316420078233230681</id><published>2011-08-04T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:47:56.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Tucker and I are both down with a sinsus infection. And you guys know that "we" dont matter so much anymore when we are sick. Its all about getting those babies well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker seems to be doing better. Me, well I slept about 2 hours last night and my throat is on fire. I am really really trying to NOT take any medication. I want to treat it with fruit and water, but my eyes are burning out of my head as I type this so I might have to cave soon and take something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am half way THERE this week! Whoop Whoop :) (since I go early 38 or 39 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is nuts to think about me having 2 kids in 19 weeks. WOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am preparing for one of my best friends/cousins weddings in the next week and praying I fit in my dress. Weddings are so much fun and soooo much work, so thats where my head as been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry its a lame update, but remember my eyes are burning out of my head here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3316420078233230681?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3316420078233230681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3316420078233230681&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3316420078233230681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3316420078233230681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-fuzzy.html' title='A little fuzzy'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3601173636903786463</id><published>2011-07-27T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:05:51.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Told ya so....</title><content type='html'>I told you I would be blogging again very soon. 2 days in a row, wowzers!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is another baby post, they all wont be about babies and toddlers. Well I take that back, yes they will all be about babies and toddler probably because that is what my LIFE is right now..duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have long to talk to today, I have a play date with some of my best girlfriends and their kiddos. How fun right?? Don't mind me looking like a whale in my swimsuit either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions I get asked a lot that I thought I would finally answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you crave anything? No and yes. With Tucker I craved sweets. Oreos to be exact. This baby doesn't like to eat sweets. I want to eat sweets all the time, but my stomach tells me no. I want anything salty with a big glass of milk, Gross huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How big are you? I have a lot of people tell me I am not very big....those people are lying!!! I dont' think i am as big as I was with Tucker at this point..how is that you ask. Well, when I was pregnant with Tucker I slept, and rested, and ate, and slept and rested and ate oreos. With baby Deuce....I dont' get as much as rest as I like, I am STILL working 40 hours a week, keeping a house and chasing a toddler. And sometimes I forget to eat. So I will be posting pictures of the comparison very soon and let you decide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I will have an exact date of when baby Deuce will be born soon. My doctor will be scheduling me c-section again because I had one with Tucker. I am on edge with this. I enjoy knowing exactly when the baby will come and I am scared out of mind too!!!!Remember Tucker was big(even early) and I never progressed so NO need to relive all that again huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do we have names. NO NO, thats why this baby is being called baby Deuce. (#2). We haven't even talked names really...I have thrown some around in my head but nothing serious. Seems the second child is a little different than the first. Sorry, but its true. We will probably talk names the day before it arrives...or maybe after August 17th when we know the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Why arey you finding out the sex: Because for one, I am a crazy planner and like all my ducks in a row and it will drive me insane and my blood pressure will sky rocket. So I need to know the sex to prepare mentally. Seriously guys....I am OCD that way. Also, the spare room where baby Deuce is going to stay..is stacked with junk and I need motivation to clean it out. And I am high risk during pregnancies, so I get an ultrasound every 3-4 weeks and it hard to look at that screen ALL the time and NOT know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Also, I have not bought one thing for this baby. I know, its sad. We WANT this baby..believe me. But its different when you have another child in the cart staring at you with big blue eyes that really WANTS the toy story toy. You end up just buying him the toy and figure the second baby will get something next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3601173636903786463?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3601173636903786463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3601173636903786463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3601173636903786463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3601173636903786463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/told-ya-so.html' title='Told ya so....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8863600295857373325</id><published>2011-07-26T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T10:23:44.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened again!!</title><content type='html'>I have to be getting some kind of "Worst updated blog EVER" award. I will let you know when that award come in the mail and I can take a picture and maybe post it a month later. I am horrible about updating this thing, and not that there is a crowd of people waiting to hear what I say...BUT I want to keep this blog for my own memory.&amp;nbsp; So I am going to do better ...from here on OUT! promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been going on....well lots of Dr. appts lately for baby deuce. I went to see a specialist 2 weeks ago just to make sure baby deuce is developing fine and everything looks GREAT!!! Praise GOD :). I asked what the sex was and he said "He can't tell yet" hummmmm..got my wheels a spinning. I am 17 weeks this&amp;nbsp;week and we get to truly find out the sex of baby deuce on August 17th. That day can not come soon enough!!!!! Seriously, the planner in my is about to go nutso! I need to know if I need to sell all Tucker's clothes and buy pink...or rehang them in the other room :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the "other room" we have a lot to do. We will need to reorganize the whole house and clear out space for baby deuce. This is slated to begin after August 17th (because I am busy until then) so watch out...I will for sure be nutso during the cleaning out time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing?? The sickness left at 12 weeks...however, after I eat too much, not enough or the wrong thing the sickness can come back. Its weird, but I feel like I have been kinda sick this WHOLE pregnancy. Oh well. I am growing fastly...I can still wear almost all of jeans but they are TIGHT!!! I need butter to get into them. I am wearing some of my longer shirts and everything is still fine there too, but the maternity clothes are coming out SOON :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker knows there is a baby in my belly...and he thinks most other people have a baby in theirs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a final note. We are know proud owners of a pony. Her name is May! And we love her. I am an animal lover anyways, so it only took me a day to get attached to her. Tucker loves her too. He screams to go see May-May everyday :) Just another typical day on the Dirnberger farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPjwTPQqe0/Ti7bTr4skfI/AAAAAAAABV8/0XgfxMS3Z7g/s1600/may+may.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPjwTPQqe0/Ti7bTr4skfI/AAAAAAAABV8/0XgfxMS3Z7g/s320/may+may.jpg" t$="true" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is much more to add...but I Will update again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8863600295857373325?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8863600295857373325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8863600295857373325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8863600295857373325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8863600295857373325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-happened-again.html' title='It happened again!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPjwTPQqe0/Ti7bTr4skfI/AAAAAAAABV8/0XgfxMS3Z7g/s72-c/may+may.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-9079127664594298890</id><published>2011-07-14T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:13:19.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have been traveling...</title><content type='html'>I am sure ALL of you who read this were very concerned about where I&amp;nbsp; have been. Well please stop worrying...we just took a little 4 day adventure, a couple hours aways to St.Louis. We stopped by the Zoo, Grants Farm, a water park, did a little shopping, did a lot of eating, watched the Cardinals play baseball and took a day at home to relax in our pool. It was relaxing. The last time away with just the 3 of us I am sure. So I took over 100 pictures but I wont bore you with those....well maybe just a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpAVaMygJE8/Th7qnQSJVbI/AAAAAAAABVo/agEot_bePl8/s1600/Picture+643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpAVaMygJE8/Th7qnQSJVbI/AAAAAAAABVo/agEot_bePl8/s320/Picture+643.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ2MStAfuPA/Th7qrIMfkNI/AAAAAAAABVs/9TsREBxke8s/s1600/Picture+648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ2MStAfuPA/Th7qrIMfkNI/AAAAAAAABVs/9TsREBxke8s/s320/Picture+648.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eo8X3rDASAg/Th7qyS4lnOI/AAAAAAAABVw/RQsO0c8GYwI/s1600/Picture+670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eo8X3rDASAg/Th7qyS4lnOI/AAAAAAAABVw/RQsO0c8GYwI/s320/Picture+670.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngAoA8qIGUY/Th7q9cnzJbI/AAAAAAAABV0/10WPYi9uHuw/s1600/Picture+687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngAoA8qIGUY/Th7q9cnzJbI/AAAAAAAABV0/10WPYi9uHuw/s320/Picture+687.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy7Khp5vyOY/Th7rK-bh6wI/AAAAAAAABV4/1HqmKUGXucE/s1600/Picture+720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy7Khp5vyOY/Th7rK-bh6wI/AAAAAAAABV4/1HqmKUGXucE/s320/Picture+720.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tucker enjoyed his time....and so did we!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-9079127664594298890?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9079127664594298890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=9079127664594298890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/9079127664594298890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/9079127664594298890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-have-been-traveling.html' title='We have been traveling...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpAVaMygJE8/Th7qnQSJVbI/AAAAAAAABVo/agEot_bePl8/s72-c/Picture+643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7561157076656381962</id><published>2011-07-05T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:54:39.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>10 years ago my hair was a big puff...there were no chi straighteners to fry it every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest worry was how much tip money I would be making at Cracker Barrell that evening to fill my car up with gas. Gas was 1.50 a gallon or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't drive a nice car...and nobody cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to have designer clothing and nobody that I knew personally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors were my family and my friends were too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 32 people in my class and I knew all their names...and their middle names and their older siblings names and most of them had dogs and I knew their dogs names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "jocks" were also in the honor society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you told your friends to meet you at "The Tree" they knew exactly where that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were NO cell phones or Internet access to things. If your parents needed you they drove " UP town" to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jeans were tapered, my tee shirts said Tommy Hilfiger on them and my tennis shoes were Keds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOU8V1LjLuo/ThNriir9SQI/AAAAAAAABVg/yopCklZTCwg/s1600/class+of+2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOU8V1LjLuo/ThNriir9SQI/AAAAAAAABVg/yopCklZTCwg/s320/class+of+2001.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend my very small class and celebrated 10 years. We picked up right where we left off and I loved it. We hope to do it every&amp;nbsp; 5 years now and yes most of these people are still my BEST friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPcxk2YOg1M/ThNrwbxCrkI/AAAAAAAABVk/sdyqEkz7_qs/s1600/class+of+2001+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPcxk2YOg1M/ThNrwbxCrkI/AAAAAAAABVk/sdyqEkz7_qs/s320/class+of+2001+3.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These girls are STILL my best friends!!!! (that is me in the black on the left in case you are confused ...hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7561157076656381962?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7561157076656381962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7561157076656381962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7561157076656381962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7561157076656381962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-years-ago.html' title='10 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cOU8V1LjLuo/ThNriir9SQI/AAAAAAAABVg/yopCklZTCwg/s72-c/class+of+2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5973927778569989915</id><published>2011-07-05T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:55:43.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few answers</title><content type='html'>A few questions I have been asked are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing maternity clothes: NO, I am pushing my clothes to the limit. My jeans all still fit as of right now (week 14) but some of them are A LOT snug!!! My shirts are ok as well but they really show my growing belly. However, since this pregnancy allines with Tucker's, I wont have to buy many things hopefully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you craving: I am craving anything and everything. I just eat! ALL THE TIME!!! The only thing I have to have everyday is a glass of cold milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Tucker: I am trying to explain as good as I can and I am trying to talk about the "baby" as often as possible. I know he will not understand a lot, but I don't want him blindsided either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings: I was very very sick the first 12 weeks and now things are back to normal. Well, almost back to normal. I am usually ready to go to bed by the time Tucker does, but other than tired I am back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: This is going to be very hard. Tucker and new baby will be close in age but that is how we wanted them to be. Someone the other day said, "Wow, you will have your hands full"! I hadn't even thought of it until then, but yes I will...but that's how I wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;Names or Genders:&amp;nbsp; A lot of people say Girl, I think boy, BUT we dont' care either way. We will take either one of course! We dont' have names...we really even haven't thought of names. We usually dont' plan names or rooms until we know the gender of baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any more questions....send them my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5973927778569989915?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5973927778569989915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5973927778569989915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5973927778569989915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5973927778569989915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/07/few-answers.html' title='A few answers'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7805185861902217747</id><published>2011-06-30T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:28:55.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 weeks to 13 weeks</title><content type='html'>Seems like at 9 weeks my sickness got worse. Yes, I remember it did. Not worse I guess, but I was just sick constantly. But here I am again, embracing sickness. After all I had just heard my babies little tiny heartbeat (156) and I was happy that I was still sick. Someone had asked if I was sick with Tucker? I had a little tiny bit of nausea in the morning with Tucker, but nothing like I was having with this baby. Wowzers, he/she was really laying it on me this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of weeks kept on the same, sick, sick and bloated!!!!!!! People were noticing a bump. They always say with each baby you show earlier and earlier. I didnt' feel like it was a true baby bump, I just felt like with each hour of the day my stomach was bloating and getting bigger. In the mornings NO baby bump, by 3:00 I was pregnant. Crazy how that works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 11 came and I woke up with a bump. All of sudden it just appeared and again I embraced it. I was excited that baby was growing even if that means I was growing too. And believe me it hasn't stopped!! It just grows and grows and grows. But I suppose thats what I am supposed to do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone else ask me about my Lovenx shots. (blood thinner shots). Remember, I have that rare &lt;a href="http://www.fvleiden.org/"&gt;Factor V&lt;/a&gt; thing going on. YES, I am taking the horrible, painful shots everyday again in my stomach. ugh!!! Hate the shots!!! They hurt, badly and I started taking those at 6 weeks. So I have 5 1/2 more months of that. (yes I am couting down). That is the worse thing about being pregnant..my body is a pin cushion and looks like I have been beaten. ALSO, those shots can act as a steroid and make me eat and gain more weight than other ladies. Fabulous right?? Like you arent' going to get fat enough pregnant but I (lucky ME) can get extra fat :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I still only told the people most important to me. I wanted to hear another heartbeat before I opened up to most of my friends and strangers. I couldn't hide it much longer so at 12.5 weeks I heard another awesome heartbeat (150) and now we could shout it from the mountain tops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more to come....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7805185861902217747?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7805185861902217747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7805185861902217747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7805185861902217747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7805185861902217747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/9-weeks-to-13-weeks.html' title='9 weeks to 13 weeks'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-371741527446608201</id><published>2011-06-28T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:41:23.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks-8 weeks</title><content type='html'>No we weren't really "trying" to have a baby. But we weren't not trying. We actually had just started talking about adding to our family and trying for another baby in May. So we knew we wanted another one soon, we just wanted one more month so the baby wouldn't be born on Christmas. Ha, its so funny what you want and what you get isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all excited to try for baby #2 in May. Then I remember I hadn't had a cycle in some time. Hmmm??&amp;nbsp;I NEVER in a million years thought that I was pregnant though. I mean we weren't really trying and I was NOT that lucky of a girl. I mean I had sooo much trouble trying to get Tucker here, that never could I be so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was lucky. I was blessed. I took a test and there it was....a big positive. This was at 5 weeks, I thought, but really&amp;nbsp;I was already 6 weeks.&amp;nbsp;I think at first we were shocked and scared. Yes I know thats what it was. We were NOT excited at first. This sounds so odd, but true. I wanted this baby, but just knew I would miscarry like I had done 2 times before Tucker. I had it in the back of my head that I couldn't get excited yet because I didn't want to be let down later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed. and prayed and prayed. And I lived each day quiet thinking of what, how when. And then I prayed some more. Then I got sick. A couple mornings after I took the test I was on my way to work, drinking my coffee like I did everyday, and it hit me. I was SICK. Sick Sick Sick. I was sick that evening. I was sick if I wasn't eating ever 3 hours. I WAS sick I tell you. Everything had an odor and made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooooo excited about being sick though. I knew this was a good sign. I knew being sick meant LOTS of hormones and healthy baby. I embraced sickness. I prayed to be sick. I tried to enjoy being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick was hard though...with a toddler at home. And I had to give up coffee, sweet tea and most other things that I loved because&amp;nbsp; I was so sick. But I didn't care. I loved being sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 8 weeks...we went to ultrasound and saw that little flutter of a heartbeat!!! Tears rolled down my cheeks, and down Nathan's cheeks. How did we get so blessed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-371741527446608201?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/371741527446608201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=371741527446608201&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/371741527446608201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/371741527446608201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/6-weeks-8-weeks.html' title='6 weeks-8 weeks'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5884308342582912453</id><published>2011-06-27T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T12:56:54.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And then....</title><content type='html'>there were 4!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of us!!! Yes there is tons more to this story that I plan on posting in the next couple of days. But for right now take a deep breath with me and imagine God has blessed us again! We are expecting another baby the end of December and couldn't be more excited, nervous and happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know how lucky and blessed we are to be having another bundle of JOY very soon. I am 13 weeks and have heard a couple healthy heart beats!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to share more with all of you tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I am NOT forgetting those who struggle when I am so blessed and lucky)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5884308342582912453?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5884308342582912453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5884308342582912453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5884308342582912453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5884308342582912453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then.html' title='And then....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5657893230708046788</id><published>2011-06-09T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:37:40.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about Summer</title><content type='html'>The truth about summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Supper might not be ready until 9:00at night. And face it, its probably something frozen.&lt;br /&gt;-Baseball, baseball, baseball.&lt;br /&gt;-You count the pool and chlorine as your kids bath some nights. (ok more nights that you are going to admit)&lt;br /&gt;-Sweet corn makes everyone happy at dinner time&lt;br /&gt;-97 degree weather means lets all get together and bbq. I have no idea why?&lt;br /&gt;-You will literally swim and float in water that you wouldn't let your dog in.&lt;br /&gt;-Sweet ice tea, I make a jug a day.&lt;br /&gt;-Your house chores and laundry are not near as important in summer as in winter.&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone looks better, you know its true....nobody is as pale as a ghost anymore. &lt;br /&gt;-Even your feet are happier...they finally get to breathe from those fluffy Ugg boots you wore all winter&lt;br /&gt;-Vacation days!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Summer fair and picnics.&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of fairs....you can fry anything during summer: pickles, okra, and every vegetable that is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;-BLT sandwiches....at 9:30 on a Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sooo many more truths about summer time....feel free to add yours on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5657893230708046788?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5657893230708046788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5657893230708046788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5657893230708046788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5657893230708046788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-about-summer.html' title='The truth about Summer'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8824983267991964714</id><published>2011-06-01T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:22:03.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates....</title><content type='html'>1. I cut my hair off....shorter than its ever been. I wanted something easier in the mornings. It is literally NUTS at my house in the morning and I 15 minutes just to dry my hair wasn't cutting it. Do I like my hair....no. Because I am not used to it, and its short. It will grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We opened the pool, the pool temperature is already 85. Thanks to Missouri weather its takes 1 day to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been spending LOTS and LOTS of time with my family who are all here under the same roof. Its so nice having everyone home over a long weekend/week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This week will be a short week for me at work..woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever since I cut Tucker's hair I want to buzz it for some reason....weird. At first I didn't want it cut and now I want to buzz it off. Maybe because my hair is soooo short??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I gave up on cleaning and laundry. Its summer time and I will NEVER catch up nor will I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There are many things on my to-do list. The zoo, Grants Farm and water parks. That sounds real stressful right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My Alma mater (Oran) is playing at State in baseball these next two days. I can't help but bleed a little blue for them. I have always been proud of where I went to school and I can't wait for my own to play on the same field one day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want my job to be seasonal. You know...only come to work when its raining or snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did i mention my hair is short!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8824983267991964714?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8824983267991964714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8824983267991964714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8824983267991964714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8824983267991964714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html' title='Updates....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7716496007379479524</id><published>2011-05-26T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T08:51:50.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Friends and Little Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sometimes its hard to find REAL friends. You know, the kind who tell you like it is.....support your decisions even when those decisions are bad...and want to STILL hang out with you after 15 plus years of knowing you. I am lucky enough to have several of those friends, and it just so happens 3 of&amp;nbsp; us have rotten boys around the same age who are also friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFeXBxrpjQo/Td5ZcoFnIZI/AAAAAAAABVU/aeKWAaPwMNk/s1600/Picture+255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFeXBxrpjQo/Td5ZcoFnIZI/AAAAAAAABVU/aeKWAaPwMNk/s320/Picture+255.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the little friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEFega6Cas0/Td5aAqKGa-I/AAAAAAAABVY/rbAjkOaBzDU/s1600/Picture+263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEFega6Cas0/Td5aAqKGa-I/AAAAAAAABVY/rbAjkOaBzDU/s320/Picture+263.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here are&amp;nbsp;MY big friends with the little friends (last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XIfgaHKvOI/Td5aWdO_bzI/AAAAAAAABVc/zdEBBTDOkzY/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XIfgaHKvOI/Td5aWdO_bzI/AAAAAAAABVc/zdEBBTDOkzY/s320/friends.jpg" t8="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND here are the little friends as of last week! Are they really that big?? Tucker, Porter and Preston!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope they will ALWAYS remain friends ( I think they will) and be the kind of friends that I have with their mothers!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7716496007379479524?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7716496007379479524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7716496007379479524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7716496007379479524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7716496007379479524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/big-friends-and-little-friends.html' title='Big Friends and Little Friends'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFeXBxrpjQo/Td5ZcoFnIZI/AAAAAAAABVU/aeKWAaPwMNk/s72-c/Picture+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7126804548387955233</id><published>2011-05-23T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:40:15.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well it wasnt really me BUT it was my decision. My 18 month old little boy has never had a hair cut. I couldn't do it. The sweet little curls made him seem like a baby, not a toddler. I couldn't stand the thought of him growing up. Ugh. I debated and debated. Finally the hubs kicked in and said this is the weekend for a hair cut!!! So after kicking and screaming we decided to cut a little off. And just a little it was, but it changed everything. My toddler looks like a toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvXuD8CKrGA/Tdpw4-lC3zI/AAAAAAAABVE/4tyYw5r4H6k/s1600/Picture+593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvXuD8CKrGA/Tdpw4-lC3zI/AAAAAAAABVE/4tyYw5r4H6k/s320/Picture+593.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Rats nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xifme-954xc/TdpxBK96uZI/AAAAAAAABVI/iEl8jpRQqk8/s1600/Picture+598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xifme-954xc/TdpxBK96uZI/AAAAAAAABVI/iEl8jpRQqk8/s320/Picture+598.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he HATED it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ysMECZm-fQ/TdpxK1DzSII/AAAAAAAABVM/fzSaEBVHVU4/s1600/Picture+602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ysMECZm-fQ/TdpxK1DzSII/AAAAAAAABVM/fzSaEBVHVU4/s320/Picture+602.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;he kept saying " All done...all done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w8D6v7RMpYc/TdpxRYSqSCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/r0wYBEcqDJE/s320/Picture+604.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Please ignore the lack of make up and glasses ...I have pink eye!!! BUT his hair is soooo much better!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7126804548387955233?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7126804548387955233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7126804548387955233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7126804548387955233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7126804548387955233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvXuD8CKrGA/Tdpw4-lC3zI/AAAAAAAABVE/4tyYw5r4H6k/s72-c/Picture+593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7289013061118682830</id><published>2011-05-11T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:19:44.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>Ok well its officially NOT summer time but since we have had highs around 85 it sure feels like it to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are so quick tidbits of what is going on in the hay:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers day, Oh sweet Mothers day. It was nice, a bit relaxing and enjoyable time with my 2 boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nate bought me a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses for Mothers day. I LOVE them. I have never owned expensive sunglasses, so we shall see if I can not sit on them, step on them, lose them, drop them in the pool or anything crazy for a while!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tucker made me a pot holder with his hand print! This whoops the sunglasses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The March of Dimes walk got rained out Saturday!!! So disappointed. Our shirts were soooo cute too :). I am waiting to hear back from the director as to how we did money wise...I am guessing over $1000.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All my flowers are planted and looking great. I am tired of watering them ALREADY and its only been 3 days. uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am ready to take Tucker to the Zoo, camping and the water park. Those things will be our vacations this year. After all, vacations aren't really vacations when you have to pack up the house and have a cranky toddler!!! (well technically Tuck and I have had 2 vacations down south already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Tucker's dog name Bear....is a BEAR. (in growth size anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am getting all the pool chemicals together, I think it shall be open in the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did I mention that my toddler is a baseball, basketball, anything with ball fanatic. Seriously, its crazy how good Tucker is at baseball. I am hoping the Cardinals are looking at him already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wanted to end on a even number, so have a GREAT day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7289013061118682830?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7289013061118682830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7289013061118682830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7289013061118682830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7289013061118682830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8658715302470978178</id><published>2011-05-05T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:27:01.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout outs...</title><content type='html'>A couple shout outs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was my mothers birthday. Any girl who has a relationship with their mother&amp;nbsp; like I do with mine is one lucky girl!!!! Through thick and thin, good and bad and even the ugly she is still a best friend and role model!! Happy Birthday MOM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And next, my niece Kailee has a birthday May 6th. I can almost feel the tears roll down my cheek as I think about her turning 7. SEVEN. OMG. This little girl lights up my life! She is an angel from above and it kills me that&amp;nbsp;I can't be there when she turns 7. BUT I did send her really really cute shoes. Happy Birthday Kailee J! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtV-YVE77KI/TcKkiFKlE3I/AAAAAAAABVA/HahjUVplJM4/s400/Picture+577.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly, Happy Mothers day to all the mothers out there...BUT not only do I honor mothers on mothers day....this day is for Grandmothers, Aunts and anybody who holds a "mother like job"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am not sure my plans yet, but the weather says 80 and sunny...ummm...winery?﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8658715302470978178?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8658715302470978178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8658715302470978178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8658715302470978178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8658715302470978178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/shout-outs.html' title='Shout outs...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtV-YVE77KI/TcKkiFKlE3I/AAAAAAAABVA/HahjUVplJM4/s72-c/Picture+577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2367354801060426880</id><published>2011-05-02T08:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:28:54.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFLkuNRk7kM/Tb6xdEX2qbI/AAAAAAAABU8/hYF36--t3Pw/s1600/flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFLkuNRk7kM/Tb6xdEX2qbI/AAAAAAAABU8/hYF36--t3Pw/s1600/flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To be an American!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless our Troops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2367354801060426880?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2367354801060426880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2367354801060426880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2367354801060426880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2367354801060426880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-proud.html' title='I am proud'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFLkuNRk7kM/Tb6xdEX2qbI/AAAAAAAABU8/hYF36--t3Pw/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5692107890519608273</id><published>2011-04-26T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:21:30.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O1gxjcQ1kM/Tbcny4Ay5qI/AAAAAAAABUg/bEO4DsGt1H4/s1600/Picture+562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O1gxjcQ1kM/Tbcny4Ay5qI/AAAAAAAABUg/bEO4DsGt1H4/s320/Picture+562.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cooper and Liam....at our favorite park(the nephews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8su1lZm3hA/Tbcn4DwGUVI/AAAAAAAABUk/a8JEX_QJqE8/s1600/Picture+573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S8su1lZm3hA/Tbcn4DwGUVI/AAAAAAAABUk/a8JEX_QJqE8/s320/Picture+573.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kailee (my niece) and her dad(my bro)..priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZyZApNnaqw/Tbcn7xcTRMI/AAAAAAAABUo/CE9KmH4lbUc/s1600/Picture+580.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oZyZApNnaqw/Tbcn7xcTRMI/AAAAAAAABUo/CE9KmH4lbUc/s320/Picture+580.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cooper and Tucker...best buds, cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw0z-MLfpCI/TbcoAWYxV6I/AAAAAAAABUs/IzUjV7dKgq0/s1600/Picture+547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw0z-MLfpCI/TbcoAWYxV6I/AAAAAAAABUs/IzUjV7dKgq0/s320/Picture+547.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The boys...running the pier buy the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3AmD6qv_JE/TbcoFPFR-oI/AAAAAAAABUw/SqxKJrxRqz4/s1600/Picture+583.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3AmD6qv_JE/TbcoFPFR-oI/AAAAAAAABUw/SqxKJrxRqz4/s320/Picture+583.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The whole crew at the Beach house. Our favorite spot. Good food, great drinks, the kids are FENCED in a play area to play and its by the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvPpIqCwkkU/TbcoMZrh3oI/AAAAAAAABU0/43RDOaovqzs/s1600/Picture+582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvPpIqCwkkU/TbcoMZrh3oI/AAAAAAAABU0/43RDOaovqzs/s320/Picture+582.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Rum bucket...the best drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlO390_FBJ4/TbcoXEkH5zI/AAAAAAAABU4/qsrTjGci2JY/s1600/Picture+587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlO390_FBJ4/TbcoXEkH5zI/AAAAAAAABU4/qsrTjGci2JY/s320/Picture+587.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids playing at the Beach house restaurant! ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well..just better late than never I guess! I HATE that some of my family lives 8 hours from me, but I love to travel to see them. My niece, nephews, SIL and bro have a perfect set up in their town. Weather is nice, and the town is nicer.&amp;nbsp; Hope you eenjoyed some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5692107890519608273?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5692107890519608273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5692107890519608273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5692107890519608273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5692107890519608273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/better-late-than.html' title='Better late than....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--O1gxjcQ1kM/Tbcny4Ay5qI/AAAAAAAABUg/bEO4DsGt1H4/s72-c/Picture+562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6195883619531853811</id><published>2011-04-22T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T09:01:52.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeXgX_HZlBc/TbGJBnxyqWI/AAAAAAAABUM/zrszkU89aiA/s1600/eggs2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeXgX_HZlBc/TbGJBnxyqWI/AAAAAAAABUM/zrszkU89aiA/s320/eggs2.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;May you rejoice his name this Sunday, hunt eggs and soak up family time like I will be doing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5i5ohIRqNw/TbGJQiRujdI/AAAAAAAABUQ/QnVSNYvR3J4/s1600/eggs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5i5ohIRqNw/TbGJQiRujdI/AAAAAAAABUQ/QnVSNYvR3J4/s320/eggs1.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Our little egg family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5mkWyVZkIg/TbGJaJnoLoI/AAAAAAAABUU/M082cKmhn00/s1600/eggs3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5mkWyVZkIg/TbGJaJnoLoI/AAAAAAAABUU/M082cKmhn00/s320/eggs3.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Little blonde!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rAI6FyrGfs/TbGJniyAXDI/AAAAAAAABUY/TZ_n1LYW9eI/s1600/eggs4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rAI6FyrGfs/TbGJniyAXDI/AAAAAAAABUY/TZ_n1LYW9eI/s320/eggs4.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Only broke 3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIs3djCBuTA/TbGJ7tLL1NI/AAAAAAAABUc/zeb4Z4ppRWI/s1600/eggs5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIs3djCBuTA/TbGJ7tLL1NI/AAAAAAAABUc/zeb4Z4ppRWI/s320/eggs5.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and some birds nest for Easter treats!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ENJOY YOUR EASTER CELEBRATIONS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6195883619531853811?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6195883619531853811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6195883619531853811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6195883619531853811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6195883619531853811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BeXgX_HZlBc/TbGJBnxyqWI/AAAAAAAABUM/zrszkU89aiA/s72-c/eggs2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1695067171515106575</id><published>2011-04-20T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T13:46:14.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson Learned...kinda</title><content type='html'>Apparently after 90 days if your drivers license expires you have to retake the written test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently after 90 days if your drivers license expires you have to retake the DRIVING test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently you will be made out to look like a fool in front of 156165 people at the license bureau&amp;nbsp; if you realize your license is expired over 90 days and you must retake ALL test at the ripe age of 29 (almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently things are going to get real crazy IF/WHEN I actually fail my drivers test written or driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what happens when you FAIL and need to leave the driving school and you DROVE yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lesson to&amp;nbsp; all of you...DO NOT let your drivers license expire. (although I told the nice lady that I never received anything in the mail and I DO NOT just stare at my license to see when those things expire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...can't wait to sit in a room of crazy 16 year olds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW embarressing...seriously, I am embaressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1695067171515106575?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1695067171515106575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1695067171515106575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1695067171515106575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1695067171515106575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/lesson-learnedkinda.html' title='A lesson Learned...kinda'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3429110415286800480</id><published>2011-04-19T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:42:24.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A preview of where I have been......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6d_56f4LQ/Ta3XV7HUfWI/AAAAAAAABUI/XJeJyRhDQqg/s1600/LA2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6d_56f4LQ/Ta3XV7HUfWI/AAAAAAAABUI/XJeJyRhDQqg/s320/LA2.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿baby toes in the sand.....(really they are toddler toes, but I can't type those words yet)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;More to come..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3429110415286800480?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3429110415286800480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3429110415286800480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3429110415286800480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3429110415286800480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/preview.html' title='A preview'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VU6d_56f4LQ/Ta3XV7HUfWI/AAAAAAAABUI/XJeJyRhDQqg/s72-c/LA2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6180753636914271002</id><published>2011-04-13T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:20:07.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John Deere.....</title><content type='html'>I was NOT raised on a farm, Nate was. I have learned a lot in my 5 years of living on my "hill" aka farm. However after five years, I am still no comfortable with everything on the farm. I am still scared of big machinery. I am scared of cattle. I wont walk through the woods in the dark. (you know in case of bears or black cats) I like to fish by the pond but I am constantly searching for snakes. I am scared to death of the electric fences that fence the cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tucker is his father's son. He runs like crazy through the pastures. Loves to head straight for the cattle and wants to pet them. He loves the ponds. NOT a fear in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could call me a worry wort. Yep, I will accept that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as we were playing outside and Tucker was running wild, I was following him like a hawk and making sure he doesn't step on a snake,&amp;nbsp;play with&amp;nbsp;the electric fence, get trampled by cows or bump his head on the tractor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Nate finally told me...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go inside and make dinner or do whatever you want or need to do. Tucker will be fine. You can't protect his every move."&lt;br /&gt;As I walked inside cursing my husband, swearing I am not insane..........I realize, this is ONLY the beginning of a wild, curious little boy who I will always worry about and always want to protect but sometimes you have to let them run free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-egXCkN_JM/TaW_AYoIvmI/AAAAAAAABUA/Fppouqtp0-w/s1600/boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-egXCkN_JM/TaW_AYoIvmI/AAAAAAAABUA/Fppouqtp0-w/s320/boots.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This always made me think about how as much as Tucker is a momma's boy...it wont last much longer. I will NO Longer but the "cool" one, he will be way more interested in tractors, cows and farming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6180753636914271002?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6180753636914271002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6180753636914271002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6180753636914271002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6180753636914271002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/john-deere.html' title='John Deere.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a-egXCkN_JM/TaW_AYoIvmI/AAAAAAAABUA/Fppouqtp0-w/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4893315339626596394</id><published>2011-04-08T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:39:11.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show US your life.....</title><content type='html'>Today over &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, they are talking about Mothers day/Fathers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas for gifts, plans, traditions and all sorts of fun things. Mothers day is just around the corner and I am sooooo blessed to be included in the "mother days" world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mother is the BEST gift in the world. I had trouble getting to were I am today...but today I am a mother of a beautiful blond headed blue eyed boy. I couldn't be happier!!!!! (all those waiting, I still urge and pray for you to someday have this feeling). I am so blessed and Tucker makes me the happiest person ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is what do you do/get/traditions on Mom day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually run around like crazy people with our heads cut off delivering gifts to our Mothers and Grandmothers. It brings me joy to still be able to visit with our mom/grandmas and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I enjoy getting together with everyone and saying "Happy Mothers day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our moms and grandmoms always get a special gift and card and of course there are BIG meals and lots of SWEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and Tucker always get me something GREAT and they do their best at trying to make my day special. &lt;br /&gt;BUT her is what I would REALLY LOVE to do on Mothers DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep soundly...all morning with NO interruptions. For example: I don't want to get up and make oatmeal. I don't want to change the over-night diaper that weighs 65 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I wake up...I want to use the bathroom and shower all in peace. Nobody seeing my body parts and nobody asking questions while I get ready that I have to scream the answers to them over the hair dryer. Ex: Where it he remote?? Have you seen Tucker's shoes??&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like to NOT run around all day like the crazy people we are. Nah, I would rather go get a pedicure OR to the winery. Both would be great. I want to talk&amp;nbsp;with other adults and talk...and talk..and sip wine..and talk and gulp wine.&lt;br /&gt;4. A whole day...just for ME. I mean it is Mothers day right?&lt;br /&gt;5. I dont' want bath duty&lt;br /&gt;6. I dont' want nap duty&lt;br /&gt;7. Then I shall come home after a nice relaxing day/evening and I want to be with Tucker. I want to do the fun stuff like play, swing and be happy. &lt;br /&gt;8. Then I want to fall asleep in my bed reading my book and say "Wow, a day to myself....wow"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I LOVE my kid to the moon and back. BUT one day outta the year...just one..a whole day to myself. Wow...a girl can dream right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4893315339626596394?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4893315339626596394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4893315339626596394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4893315339626596394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4893315339626596394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/show-us-your-life.html' title='Show US your life.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4734347616776547465</id><published>2011-04-06T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:54:27.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Loving it....</title><content type='html'>I am linking up here...to tell you what I am liking&amp;nbsp; ALOT these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lovin this book...and even better on my Kindle!!! I have NEVER loved an electronic devise so much I swear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSw_IPFIuos/TZze7EXHMxI/AAAAAAAABT0/8nxBPKvI5nk/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSw_IPFIuos/TZze7EXHMxI/AAAAAAAABT0/8nxBPKvI5nk/s320/book.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now what should I read after this one...any suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am loving this crazy kid. He is hilarious ALL the time now. BUT lately I have also been "swatting" him on the bottom because he doesn't want to listen :) You take the good with the bad﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SENls1Zm0W0/TZzfYrs6b9I/AAAAAAAABT4/3mrkvOJ8bF8/s1600/Picture+450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SENls1Zm0W0/TZzfYrs6b9I/AAAAAAAABT4/3mrkvOJ8bF8/s320/Picture+450.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am also LOVIN that Easter is right around the corner. I am a holiday crazy lady and can't wait to dress the whole family up, Easter egg hunt and EAT all kinds of chocolate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am also loving this dog!!! I haven't shown a picture of "bear" since Tucker's birthday party in November. Well he is 55lbs of pure joy (most of the time). He is so cuddly and SOOOO good to Tucker. And that is our cat eating with him...did I mention he is gentle﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMImSYOZEO4/TZzgNDULbII/AAAAAAAABT8/mnb6PCpBtwU/s1600/Picture+452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMImSYOZEO4/TZzgNDULbII/AAAAAAAABT8/mnb6PCpBtwU/s320/Picture+452.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And of course I am LOVIN my husband...... the person that keeps me uncrazy! (most of the time)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4734347616776547465?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4734347616776547465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4734347616776547465&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4734347616776547465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4734347616776547465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-loving-it.html' title='I&apos;m Loving it....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSw_IPFIuos/TZze7EXHMxI/AAAAAAAABT0/8nxBPKvI5nk/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6710578317639193603</id><published>2011-03-31T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:40:03.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sometimes its funny how much your kids act like you........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjmSeXTuLbA/TZSCxP6eL_I/AAAAAAAABTs/FDh2VtJhnbQ/s1600/Picture+416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjmSeXTuLbA/TZSCxP6eL_I/AAAAAAAABTs/FDh2VtJhnbQ/s320/Picture+416.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For example...since &lt;strike&gt;Nate and&lt;/strike&gt; I are sports loving fanatics....Tucker is a sports loving fanatic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tucker would usually rather being playing ball (baseball, basketball, football) than anything else. AND most of the time his favorite channel is ESPN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Like I have said before...my love of sports all started from being around my brothers. I really had no choice. They would never watch Care bears over ESPN. (and when I was growing up there was usually only one, maybe 2 TVs in your home. Not like now where every room has a TV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwiWdX87kXk/TZSEFvHX3LI/AAAAAAAABTw/UYoxOIKOxTs/s1600/cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwiWdX87kXk/TZSEFvHX3LI/AAAAAAAABTw/UYoxOIKOxTs/s1600/cards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So Here's To Another "Holiday" of Sports. Here is To Opening DAY!!!! We can't wait to ﻿Teach Tucker the ropes of being a CARDINAL Fan. He is sooo excited about ball, he will love to watch them on TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6710578317639193603?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6710578317639193603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6710578317639193603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6710578317639193603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6710578317639193603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-to-play.html' title='Time to Play'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KjmSeXTuLbA/TZSCxP6eL_I/AAAAAAAABTs/FDh2VtJhnbQ/s72-c/Picture+416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2408504312706484443</id><published>2011-03-28T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:45:56.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night</title><content type='html'>Date night, Date night....I have been waiting for months to have a DATE night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I got to spend 3 hours with my husband. There were NO interruptions, no wiping snot, no eating after my food was already cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was marvelous!! We didn't shut up the whole time we were out! We sure did need this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, if we have time apart from Tucker its because we need or have to be somewhere. This time...no schedule no time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the little things in life really.....but its important to keep our spark alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded during this night out how important Nate was to me, the sparks came back instantly. It was crazy how my heart skipped those beats again just like in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwRpiI6Ax8Q/TZCQ1nvWjbI/AAAAAAAABTo/MQ8RF5C7_2E/s1600/eat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwRpiI6Ax8Q/TZCQ1nvWjbI/AAAAAAAABTo/MQ8RF5C7_2E/s320/eat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you DATE night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Saffrons....first time! I liked it a lot, Nate a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2408504312706484443?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2408504312706484443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2408504312706484443&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2408504312706484443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2408504312706484443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-night.html' title='Date night'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwRpiI6Ax8Q/TZCQ1nvWjbI/AAAAAAAABTo/MQ8RF5C7_2E/s72-c/eat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-70147073764808621</id><published>2011-03-21T08:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:58:15.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine days</title><content type='html'>This weekend was perfect! The perfect amount of friends....the perfect amount of family....the perfect amount of playtime and the perfect amount of sunshine! Although my house and laundry are crazy and out of order, that can wait. I am soaking up the time with my little family and pushing everything else to the side. After all, I want Tucker to remember the good times he will NEVER care how clean my house is right???&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586531176735023170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nHRtXKOpyc/TYdYgavvoEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qiL-W-lAqJU/s400/TUCKTUCK1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We played in the hay...and with the cows! Tucker's favorite thing EVER&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586531445722869026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MocAq_xNatk/TYdYwEzcbSI/AAAAAAAABTY/NSjAk1yn-Aw/s400/TUCKTUCK3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We fished a little...caught nothing!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586531729051180258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRpGahpbK9w/TYdZAkSLXOI/AAAAAAAABTg/5Lq4EdX2KBQ/s400/TUCKTUCK4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we went Jeepin with the cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God...please send us more 75 degree weather and sunshine. After all everyone is happier!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-70147073764808621?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/70147073764808621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=70147073764808621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/70147073764808621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/70147073764808621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunshine-days.html' title='sunshine days'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7nHRtXKOpyc/TYdYgavvoEI/AAAAAAAABTQ/qiL-W-lAqJU/s72-c/TUCKTUCK1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2892261208198795938</id><published>2011-03-16T11:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:34:33.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I caught the bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I caught the " I wanna deep clean/throw things out/ and dig in corners of my home that I was scared of" BUG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday and Tuesday I have been tearing through closets. First the spare bedroom. WOoohOO. Let me tell you I wasn't sure what was living in there. I tore through the closet and the whole room. Junk Junk Junk. I am pretty sure 1983 was still living in that room so I was clearing that era out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to the master bedroom closet. Size 5 shoes. Really??? I was size 5 in 6th grade. Not sure where those have been hiding for years. Anyways...they are in the yard sale pile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next... my linen closet and Tucker's closet. Thank goodness Tucker is only 16 months old and can't possible have things from the 80s. BUT let me tell there is still a lot of "things" in his closet. Like baby blankets. It kills me to pack those things up. He is still a baby. I tried to swaddle him in a swaddling blanket the other day and we both belly laughed at that one. He thinks I am crazy most of the time anyways, so he wasn't shocked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am getting things DONE this week!!!! I haven't actually dug down and spring cleaned yet (not sure I will) be decluttering is making me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord help me when I reach the laundry room area...I might get lost and if I do please some find me. I will be somewhere between the 1998s and 1999s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And JUST because he is the sweetest thing in the morning.....such a big boy NO wait baby! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584716787765435186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hRuLzbpr4/TYDmVFHrWzI/AAAAAAAABTI/LbfECoB9Rf8/s400/tuck%2Btuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2892261208198795938?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2892261208198795938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2892261208198795938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2892261208198795938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2892261208198795938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-caught-bug.html' title='I caught the bug'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T2hRuLzbpr4/TYDmVFHrWzI/AAAAAAAABTI/LbfECoB9Rf8/s72-c/tuck%2Btuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7548009562147920283</id><published>2011-03-15T08:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T09:04:52.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still in training....</title><content type='html'>As much as I have learned along the " I am a mom" path...there is still so much to learn. Sometimes I do things and later think of a better way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't beat yourself up over mistakes as a mom, you just kick your own a** and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 6 months ago I was going to sleep train Tucker. He was never a bad sleeper, he just wasn't always on schedule. Well, due to sickness it never happened. So time went on and things were ok. Around 2 weeks ago he had this horrible croup. So I stuck him in our bed to watch and listen for him. Well after that he was having trouble going back to his bed. We didn't mind him sleeping with us except for the simple fact he dug his toes in my back, hair, stomach in the middle of the night. Not to mention the wild arms spasms that left me with bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I was due or die sleep training. I can't do the "cry it out" method because I can't listen to him scream for hours. So Sunday night I laid him down after a bath and book. I sit in his room and opened a book. He tossed, turned, got up and yelled at me, fought and fought. Every time he popped up I just reassured him and told him its "night night". I would leave the room, let him cry some and come back and lay him down and sit. After over an hour, he was sound asleep till 6:30 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Night 2 (last night). Same routine....bath, book, bed. Within 15 minutes he was curling up with his blanket and getting quiet. I reassured him ONCE and within 30 minutes he was sound asleep till 6:45am.&lt;br /&gt;Also, let me add. Tucker used to wake up at least one for sippy of "silk" in the middle of night....BUT the last 2 nights NOTHING but silence.&lt;br /&gt;He is happy in the morning and I think we will all be in better moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't just jinx myself, but I am too excited not to share. For one...I don't have to do the Cry It OUT and feel guilty AND this is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for the rest of the week!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7548009562147920283?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7548009562147920283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7548009562147920283&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7548009562147920283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7548009562147920283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/still-in-training.html' title='Still in training....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4479965602003699206</id><published>2011-03-10T08:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:27:43.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me.....</title><content type='html'>I was the girl who used to blog everyday, who had an active so exciting life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my life is still exciting, in a poopy diaper, screaming toddler kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am running behind this year for March of Dimes. Usually I am very energetic and ahead of the game. This year...well I am a little behind. I NEED to get shirts ordered today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tucker has some cough, snot slinging going on. I haven't taken him to the doctor yet because he is eating, playing and hasn't ran a fever. So I am feeding him Zyrtec and hoping it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am supposed to be spring cleaning this week, but I can't even keep my laundry caught up. So we shall see if Spring cleaning EVER gets done??&lt;br /&gt;Do you people out there really still spring/deep clean? or is that only what our grandmothers did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Last Saturday we had a fun couples night out! FUN I tell ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Today when I woke up it was 35. Seriously March, 35....thats nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have a bbq this weekend with friends and friends kids. I love having friends with kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of kids, a new one was born in our circle. We have another boy to starting dragging to bbqs and get togethers!!! Welcome baby Eli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all..see I told you I was so exciting lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4479965602003699206?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4479965602003699206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4479965602003699206&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4479965602003699206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4479965602003699206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1884949959408777158</id><published>2011-03-03T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T09:20:46.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking for babies......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7TI2l-puis/TW-xpe5uADI/AAAAAAAABTA/enNQaw_mPUA/s1600/WALKING3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579873789563240498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7TI2l-puis/TW-xpe5uADI/AAAAAAAABTA/enNQaw_mPUA/s400/WALKING3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know and have known for some time that I am a big supporter for the March of Dimes. The past three years "Kailee's Team" has raised over $9000.00. Thats pretty impressive. Its takes a team of us to get this accomplished and I am VERY VERY grateful for everyone that has helped in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March of Dimes is here to help prevent premature birth. NOT only do they support babies who have a struggle at birth, but they are there to help babies that are born healthy!! All of us have a soft spot for babies, but imagine the spot you would have if your baby had trouble at birth. Thats why "Kailee's Team" raises money! We want to END premature birth in babies. We want all babies to be born healthy!!! Some of you have seen the sparkle in my niece Kailee's eyes....that itself explains why we are so passionate for the March of Dimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year as we walk to save babies I am again on the hunt to raise $3000.00 and help ALL babies be born healthy!!! So if you are interested in helping in any way...whether its a donation, walking, or helping with fundraising let me know. I need a good fundraiser this year, last year our cookbooks were a hit!! (ideas welcome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be sending out order forms for tee shirts too. I am going to TRY to get kids shirts made this year, but usually the sizes are small to XXL. Lets help ALL babies be born healthy...and lets make "Kailee's Team" another first place fundraising team!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was an email I send out...so NOT all of this applies to blogworld. BUT if anyone has fresh ideas or fundraising HINTs I will take them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1884949959408777158?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1884949959408777158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1884949959408777158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1884949959408777158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1884949959408777158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/walking-for-babies.html' title='Walking for babies......'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7TI2l-puis/TW-xpe5uADI/AAAAAAAABTA/enNQaw_mPUA/s72-c/WALKING3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7427604267000993405</id><published>2011-03-02T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:24:23.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is crazy...</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy...I want a slow down, rewind and stop button. Tucker is talking more, doing different things everyday and I do good just to keep my head above water. Just when I think I can go home and play with him and enjoy his kisses and him poking out my eye, the laundry stares at me...the juice I spilled last week is still sticking to the kitchen floor.... and lets not forget about the spare room that  I can't walk into because it scares me to know whats in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working and mothering is hard. BUT I chose to do it. I WANT to do it. Lets face it, I dont budget well and I am not sure I could ever budget (money). I want my own money. I chose to work and I accepted this choose. Honestly, I am scared of struggles and I dont want to. (not that we dont b/c even with 2 jobs it happens). This might sound crazy, but my husband and I dont share the same money. GASP I know....this will save us from divorce later in life..promise.  I make mine, he makes his somehow it work for everyone. I love my job..I love my work family BUT BUT BUT...there are so many buts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing out on the best years of Tucker's life?? Am I missing out on parks, lunch dates and such? (Who i am kidding..if I didn't work there would be no lunch dates. ha!) I have so much concern that the chooses I make will affect Tucker. Am I not paying enough attention to him when I get home b/c I am running around crazy trying to cook, clean and all the things that I could get done during the day if I didn't work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember...my mom worked. We were still loved the same. We still grew up normal. None of us had 3 eyes because she worked. She didn't have to work, she chose to work. She wanted to work to provide things for us ....special things. We are all normal. We are all very very close even though she worked. I can do this. I can handle this....I can work. I can enjoy work. I just have to remember the laundry will be there tomorrow and I can play today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have had to really struggle with my OCD issues and putting them aside and cleaning the house while Tucker sleeps instead of rushing in the house and getting things done. Yes I finally cleaned the juice up..but even if I didn't....I had fun with my son)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7427604267000993405?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7427604267000993405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7427604267000993405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7427604267000993405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7427604267000993405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-is-crazy.html' title='Life is crazy...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6794055872350469240</id><published>2011-02-25T08:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:47:19.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits...a little of everything</title><content type='html'>(Pictures from my trip are coming....as soon as I locate my camera??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This week I have thought with a clear head. Sometimes &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; happens and it puts your life in perspective. The good Lord works in mysterious ways and it leads to you think. Every NIGHT this week I have thanked God for both my parents, my in-laws and all the loving grandparents in my life. I dont do this often enough...but life is short and I should!!! Tucker is soooo Lucky to not only have 4 loving grandparents BUT 6 (yes 6) loving GREAT grandparents. (my 4 grandparents and Nate's 2 grandmas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of my firecracker Tucker. Something about 15 months and they change everyday. He is making us laugh and learning new things every single day. He is also making us say a lot of NO, and a lot of butt swatting....but we wont get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I miss the souths weather. Seriously,.....I went from 70 to 40 in 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Easter and the season of Lent are fastly approaching....this always makes me thing of sunny days, flowers and warm temps. BUT most importantly its a GREAT time to reconnect with "the big guy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We have a new bounce house in the area. I haven't gone but I am excited for a new adventure...YAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have no plans all weekend, its nice to have a weekend to catch up with friends/family or whoever crosses your bath. So far March looks busy so I should soak this one up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been thinking about spring cleaning...crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to a good weekend where you are.....hug your loved ones, kiss foreheads and say I love you more than usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6794055872350469240?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6794055872350469240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6794055872350469240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6794055872350469240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6794055872350469240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/tidbitsa-little-of-everything.html' title='Tidbits...a little of everything'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8372706882803588617</id><published>2011-02-22T08:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:39:06.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Much needed days</title><content type='html'>3 WHOLE days of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of adorable little one's laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating till we popped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiles, hugs, laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 Degree weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the park, mall, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on vacation the past 5 days. Sometimes it feels good coming home, but this time I wish I was still in the south, soaking up the sun, spending time with my family! I miss them already&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come soon of my trip!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8372706882803588617?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8372706882803588617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8372706882803588617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8372706882803588617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8372706882803588617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-much-needed-days.html' title='5 Much needed days'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2708895343013835661</id><published>2011-02-14T08:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:35:13.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The most romantic day of the year</title><content type='html'>I don't' believe its the most romantic day of the year....but at least it makes you think about who you really really love and can't live without.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573553365296819458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh66vm9xunA/TVk9QXszLQI/AAAAAAAABS4/Rc01E2QdWvc/s400/Picture%2B424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573552538468365666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb8EbO0Na6c/TVk8gPhiNWI/AAAAAAAABSw/63j-CUY23YA/s400/wedding6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boys...my valentines!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are celebrating with pizza (Tucker's favorite) and Yo Gabba Gabba on TV. Man how times have changed...but this is the US we love and we wouldn't want to do anything else! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2708895343013835661?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2708895343013835661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2708895343013835661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2708895343013835661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2708895343013835661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/most-romantic-day-of-year.html' title='The most romantic day of the year'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh66vm9xunA/TVk9QXszLQI/AAAAAAAABS4/Rc01E2QdWvc/s72-c/Picture%2B424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8892485197425573027</id><published>2011-02-11T09:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:48:34.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My forecast....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From Saturday till the next 10 days......48 degrees, 55 degrees, 63 DEGRESS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo. See ya later snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucker was sick this week so I am soooo happy to see those temps climbing!! I want parks, play dates, and riding jeeps!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572458199790571058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFZqj9BZ0ag/TVVZNWQ6zjI/AAAAAAAABSo/YC4H5aj61ZA/s400/Picture%2B292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this pic and I LOVE IT :). Last year JULY...his cheeks are RED b/c its hot. I can dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8892485197425573027?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8892485197425573027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8892485197425573027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8892485197425573027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8892485197425573027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-forecast.html' title='My forecast....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VFZqj9BZ0ag/TVVZNWQ6zjI/AAAAAAAABSo/YC4H5aj61ZA/s72-c/Picture%2B292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7719707801861280219</id><published>2011-02-07T14:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:21:02.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a giving person and love to volunteer,I try to make myself a better person by giving, recycling and donating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have OCD issues with the way my house looks but my car is always dirty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping is my therapy , who needs the face to face people helping people approach!I am the person who might only wear a shirt once and then donate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy classy dinners and drinking wine but beer and a tailgate is my answer to stress (gasp, beer, wine what? Yeh I drink....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dress up and wear high heels but my favorite outfit is sweats, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to tan and get my nails and toes painted but never make time for it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a girly girl, but dirt, mud and hunting don't scare me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always had blond hair but I want brown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could live the southern bell life and dreamed about when I was little girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An event planner would be my dream job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk to my mom at least once a day and it never gets old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a husband with a southern drawn and a heart of gold, I thank God for him daily...Nate is my best friend and he completes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a music junky and it has always been apart of my life..it is the bond my dad and I share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brothers are the reason I smile, we have a crazy natural bond (this includes my SIL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant even control my LOVE for my nieces and nephews...its crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girl friends are my glue that hold me together..we have been friends for years and will always remain that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very sensitive hearted but usually only cry when I am happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to read just for fun and it relaxes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dread waking up for church on most days but couldn't( I try) go a week without it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to smell men's cologne and it makes my heart flutter like a pre teen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a sucker for romantic movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to play anything and I am very competitive....I wont talk to Nate if he beats me at something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to watch football, baseball and I pray I wont be too hard on my kids with sports one day..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to cook when I have to, but love the idea of trying, Martha Stewart is my role model&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wear earrings all the time, with every outfit. Along with a watch...part of my OCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew you could love on thing so much until I had Tucker...he completes me!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571044948835081794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TVBT3UMMnkI/AAAAAAAABSg/d7HBTGIF8Qg/s400/Picture%2B439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a few things about me...there are many more..but its a start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;give yourself a minute and think of the things that complete you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7719707801861280219?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7719707801861280219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7719707801861280219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7719707801861280219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7719707801861280219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-i-am.html' title='Who I am...'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TVBT3UMMnkI/AAAAAAAABSg/d7HBTGIF8Qg/s72-c/Picture%2B439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7153764680328328780</id><published>2011-02-04T08:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:55:47.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been going on.....</title><content type='html'>This is a Bullet Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I FINALLY feel better!!! It was a horrible sinuses infection that I had been dealing with 4 weeks. It had me down bad....but I am almost back to normal!!! (if there is a normal for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Tucker loved Elmo almost as much as he loved the Pizza we had before!!! He sat through the whole show&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569844087707741330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwPr_4hLJI/AAAAAAAABR4/nq6Hs5hDtfQ/s400/elmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tucker and his BFF Porter at the meet and greet!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My house is cleaned (thanks merry maids), laundry done, NEW pictures hung so NOW I am ready for the weekend!!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569846521882732018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwR5r5D5fI/AAAAAAAABSQ/00lMyPWWmvE/s400/Picture%2B422.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569844693439498674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwQPQaOSbI/AAAAAAAABSA/0qSyeCS1Ar0/s400/Picture%2B440.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569845678500462562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwRImDDv-I/AAAAAAAABSI/TWjyI_ppORQ/s400/Picture%2B438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't those adorable?? Yep Yep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. We have a family wedding coming up....my maid of honor, my cousin and one of my best friends is gettting married in August!!!! Woohoo!!!! I am sooo excited to help Annah on her journey of marriage...today we look at dresses :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569847676797833698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwS86SR0eI/AAAAAAAABSY/p-A7-_w3IlA/s400/Picture%2B154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is with Tucker has a baby!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to Friday half a days!!!! Happy weekend :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7153764680328328780?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7153764680328328780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7153764680328328780&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7153764680328328780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7153764680328328780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-been-going-on.html' title='Whats been going on.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUwPr_4hLJI/AAAAAAAABR4/nq6Hs5hDtfQ/s72-c/elmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3210677399570071853</id><published>2011-02-01T08:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:49:42.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of fun</title><content type='html'>There has been a lack of blogging. To tell you the truth, I haven't felt good in 3 to 4 weeks. I have been weak, lazy, tired, shaky, sometimes sick. Don't worry I have 2 doctors appointments this week....surely one of them can figure out what is wrong. Sometimes I think its still steamed from that evil evil sinus infection. I am still NOT totally over it, and it was a big one :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for EVEN complaining about the weather in my area, because seriously some of you are getting a blizzard!!!!!!! Yes a blizzard! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568732574117756178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUgcxZFvfRI/AAAAAAAABRk/2_zM4iQ90eY/s400/map.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow we barely missed it!!! Stay warm people!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can't get snow today because I have a date with a blond haired, blue eyed cutie tonight to see these fun people&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568732815700984322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUgc_dDrAgI/AAAAAAAABRs/MQzjMYb4Czs/s400/elmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can't wait!!!!! I think Tucker will love the show (hopefully) If not, it was worth the try :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will be seeing me a lot more soon. I have some fun post coming up!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3210677399570071853?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3210677399570071853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3210677399570071853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3210677399570071853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3210677399570071853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/02/lack-of-fun.html' title='Lack of fun'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TUgcxZFvfRI/AAAAAAAABRk/2_zM4iQ90eY/s72-c/map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4475654873842234774</id><published>2011-01-26T11:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:27:18.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What have you been doing</title><content type='html'>Where have I been you say:&lt;br /&gt;1. Target&lt;br /&gt;2. Home&lt;br /&gt;3. In three layers of clothes&lt;br /&gt;4. Its freezing here&lt;br /&gt;5. I got 1 1/2 snow days&lt;br /&gt;6. I am horrible Mom and didn't even take my child out to play in the BIG snow&lt;br /&gt;7. why? See numbers 3 and 4&lt;br /&gt;8. Ready for a minication ( in 20 days)]&lt;br /&gt;9. I want warmth&lt;br /&gt;10. Even my hair is cold its sooo cold here&lt;br /&gt;11. Thats its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I really have NO good excuses for not letting you in on my totally awesome life, except I am cold, tired of winter and all it brings. Tucker is still cutting teeth. Oh I almost forgot...its cold here and I have the winter blues!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4475654873842234774?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4475654873842234774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4475654873842234774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4475654873842234774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4475654873842234774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-have-you-been-doing.html' title='What have you been doing'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1867836855600669107</id><published>2011-01-19T10:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:38:52.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my patients</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I test God, and all the time he tests me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This week Tucker has had fever and infections. I haven't got much sleep, I am tried and cranky and so is he.  I catch myself saying "God, what did we do to deserve this".  "Just please let him feel better"!&lt;br /&gt;Then I shake my head and think "God, I am sorry this is NOTHING, compared to what others need of you". " I should thank you for Tucker and being as healthy as he is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else test the BIG guy? I mean whats a little fever...NOTHING compared to what it could be. What I consider lack of sleep might be a full rest to others who are worse off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to be thankful for Tucker, and my little family and ALL the glory that God gives to us. I have to remember to praise him, not ask questions because my problems are not problems at all...just part of being a mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1867836855600669107?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1867836855600669107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1867836855600669107&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1867836855600669107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1867836855600669107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/testing-my-patients.html' title='Testing my patients'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2935265385920116025</id><published>2011-01-13T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:30:49.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back burner....</title><content type='html'>Its funny when you have a child how much YOUR needs or anyone elses needs for that matter don't matter at all!&lt;br /&gt;When Tucker is sick, I drop everything and tend to him constantly. Make sure he has plenty of fluids and whatever he wants/needs.&lt;br /&gt;When others are sick I try to comfort, and constantly ask how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;When momma is sick...nobody notices most of the time because we keep trucking and doing the things that HAVE to be done. Like feed a molar cutting one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start back in December. I went to the doctor for a sinsus infection. The ONLY reason I went in the first place is because Christmas was in 4 days and I wanted relieve to enjoy the holidays. I was issued antibiotics, took them and felt relieve for ONE day! After that I got worse. I ignored it for the most part. I asked for help with Tucker one day through this whole month of sickness but that was it. I thought "I have already been to the doctor so what else can they do?" Yesterday I was dizzy, unbalanced and my face and arm was going numb. I had NO idea what it could be because honestly I have felt bad for soooooooo long that I didn't know what feeling good was? So back to the doctor I go. Wondering what the heck is wrong with, you see because I thought I felt fine. Little did I know I had let a sinsus infection get so bad and I had ignored all the symptoms for months. So my ears, throat, nose, head and all the above were clogged behind believe. Did you know you could loose hearing or have permant damage if you let a sinsus infection last too long?? yeh me neither, but it can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am on some strong drugs and for now the dizziness and numbness is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point: I have to learn to take care of me, sometimes moms deserve a sick day. I have to dig myself off the back burner and take care of me. We deserve the dishes cleaned for us. We deserve to lay on the couch and watch teen mom all night. We deserve to NOT do a load of laundry and by gosh we deserve a night off from supper. If I dont' take care of me then I wont be any good at taking care of others!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2935265385920116025?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2935265385920116025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2935265385920116025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2935265385920116025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2935265385920116025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-burner.html' title='Back burner....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1815972922850774020</id><published>2011-01-10T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:20:35.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The gloom and doom</title><content type='html'>It seems like January and February are always gloom and doom months in Missouri. The holidays are over, family has returned, work is back to normal with NO holidays in sight, the weather is freezing and its back to cleaning, cooking and laundry. I try to make the best out of January but with the COLTS losing (gosh darn it) Saturday night in football now even football is coming to and end. So I believe I will take long bubble baths, read and consume enough wine to kill most animals! Really there is nothing else to do............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you cope with the gloom days that lead up to spring time?&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with my time?&lt;br /&gt;I dont' want to reorganize or clean anymore than I already have....I dont' want to be stuck inside all the time. There really is nothing to shop for?, so whats a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1815972922850774020?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1815972922850774020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1815972922850774020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1815972922850774020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1815972922850774020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/gloom-and-doom.html' title='The gloom and doom'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5520156519947983042</id><published>2011-01-05T08:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T08:43:26.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for terrible 1's??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSSDeqa7plI/AAAAAAAABRc/x1YtscsoWtQ/s1600/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a few tot questions for one crazy about to pull her hair out mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always said my kid will mind. And he will. I don't want a devil child. I know he is a boy, and boys will be boys but minding is another topic. I am ecspeically crazy when we go to other people's homes because we have rules at our house and so do other people and I do NOT want my child acting like a untrained monkey who escaped the dang zoo. SOoooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. How do you get a 13 month old to NOT scream bloody murder for something he wants. I mean he can't talk complete sentences? He signs but some things dont' have signs (or I dont' know them) so how oh how can I get him to not scream bloody murder in Target while everyone is looking at me waiting for me to beat my child all OVER a puff?? Yep How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am a strong believer in the saying "Pick your battles"! (you know, make sure if you are going to bring up harsh things or say harsh things it worth the battle) I do this with the husband, family, co-workers, friends, etc. Do you follow this same rule with your toddler?? Do you pick and choose what he can play with .....picture frames, shampoo bottles, spoons outta the dishwasher?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. How often do little boys really need baths?? I mean, wont it dry their skin out in the winter? Serious...I always see these clean, spiffed up little boys and I am seriously wondering how in the heck that happens. We are lucky to have matching socks when we leave in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Are fish sticks, chicken nuggets, pizza and corn a nutritious diet? I thought so too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the help...please answer honestly! (like do you really bath your kid every night..really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5520156519947983042?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5520156519947983042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5520156519947983042&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5520156519947983042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5520156519947983042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/preparing-for-terrible-1s.html' title='Preparing for terrible 1&apos;s??'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8557810935329620722</id><published>2011-01-03T09:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:35:58.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COLTS COLTS COLTS!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2011! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new years eve was low key and that is ok with me. We actually never left the house until 8:30! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2011 I plan to do these things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKE more time for ME! I feel sooo guilty being away from Tucker but it is good for both of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKE more time for my friends! I need girl time. I miss my friends and I need to see them more (and work on being a GREAT friend, not a good one but great..I fail at this sometimes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKE more time for my husband, I push him off some (dont we all??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it. How easy can that be right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I spend most of my time in pj's and took down all Christmas, cleaned house, caught up on laundry, reading and tv. Now I am motivated to tackle closets and our spare room. I feel like I need a clean slate for the new year and my house is the first place I am starting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON to more exciting news!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COLTS are in the playoffs!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557982439956025394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSHrlOlwEDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ZuO7msZ62ic/s400/Picture%2B405.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tucker was excited....we Love football! It hasn't been an easy road this year, but we are in the playoffs&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557982713141030130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSHr1ISIbPI/AAAAAAAABRE/t-fGato8WKU/s400/Picture%2B407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't get me wrong...we were nervous!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557982942139280418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSHsCdXkbCI/AAAAAAAABRM/qKbDRKPVBuc/s400/Picture%2B410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BUT then we would score and we got excited again!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557983319306308338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSHsYabMivI/AAAAAAAABRU/UF0EL61ESdw/s400/Picture%2B416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG what a game mom!!! We won!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8557810935329620722?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8557810935329620722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8557810935329620722&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8557810935329620722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8557810935329620722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2011/01/colts-colts-colts.html' title='COLTS COLTS COLTS!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TSHrlOlwEDI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ZuO7msZ62ic/s72-c/Picture%2B405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3181198559255060614</id><published>2010-12-30T11:16:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:36:19.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Pictures</title><content type='html'>I took over 200 pictures BUT I wont show you all of them. Just a few of my favorites..which is hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas started off with a daycare party. Tucker really enjoyed himself!!! He loved seeing all his friends while NOT actually being at school. (the host the party after hours so all parents can come)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556525976233724466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRy-74akSjI/AAAAAAAABQE/xpbBaP_6u8s/s400/Picture%2B361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still NO smile, but he did actually WANT to sit on his lap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas eve we always start at church...its a GREAT feeling to kick off the holidays. Then its off to Gigi's and Popa's..(my parents house) to all night party&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526436631192402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRy_Wrh4I1I/AAAAAAAABQM/PnVeIoUhLNs/s400/Picture%2B258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556526903425075026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRy_x2eNh1I/AAAAAAAABQU/d34Hwu8uE8o/s400/Picture%2B269.jpg" /&gt;TOO many presents is a understatement...it was NUTS!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527259848953522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRzAGmQSTrI/AAAAAAAABQc/Zj4OHImX3TA/s400/Picture%2B276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556527636613473618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRzAchz8pVI/AAAAAAAABQk/NeNny07XhJA/s400/Picture%2B370.jpg" /&gt;Christmas morning with bedhead and all!!!! He LOVED his jeep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528026139634770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRzAzM6OLFI/AAAAAAAABQs/1bgJyglhDGo/s400/Picture%2B373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another one of his favorite toys is his guitar. This kid has a love for music(from me) and he is very very interested in making music. I have NO music talent so we are hoping Tucker does one day! Then its off to a full day of Christmas adventures!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556528438923309586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRzBLOphMhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/w8Rcs0NxeIY/s400/Picture%2B399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathan has a very talented uncle and cousin and Tucker really admires their talent. He sits and plays his own guitar with them now...I am not kidding when I say he is very interested in music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was truly one of the BEST Christmas's EVER! I have so many more pictures but I will wait and bore you later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now its clean up time, and getting back in the flow of things. Right now new years looks like a dinner date for 3 and I couldn't be happier :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3181198559255060614?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3181198559255060614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3181198559255060614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3181198559255060614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3181198559255060614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-pictures.html' title='Finally Pictures'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRy-74akSjI/AAAAAAAABQE/xpbBaP_6u8s/s72-c/Picture%2B361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3058801492471811235</id><published>2010-12-28T08:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:29:42.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...kinda</title><content type='html'>I don't have any great pictures to show you, but they are coming soon! Let me tell ya though.....this was one of the BEST Christmas's I have had!!! Not sure why?? They are all good, but for some reason I felt the spirit the whole weekend and relaxed and enjoyed myself. My house looks like a tornado went through it and I still dont' care. Maybe I will work on that next week? I am just enjoying what little bit I have to enjoy. Tucker was SUCH a happy boy all through the holidays...it was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as my nose gets out of one of my new presents&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555740064020212930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRn0JxRUrMI/AAAAAAAABP8/KvaPbodxUpw/s400/kindle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be sure to update very soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope yours was just as great as mine...and I can't wait to see all the pictures and hear about all the celebrations :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3058801492471811235?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3058801492471811235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3058801492471811235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3058801492471811235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3058801492471811235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmaskinda.html' title='Christmas...kinda'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TRn0JxRUrMI/AAAAAAAABP8/KvaPbodxUpw/s72-c/kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-9135872537262687518</id><published>2010-12-24T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:12:00.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY....</title><content type='html'>CHRISTmas! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551733920308329730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu4lg92_QI/AAAAAAAABPo/X0TSNjKtr1g/s400/manger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-9135872537262687518?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/9135872537262687518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=9135872537262687518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/9135872537262687518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/9135872537262687518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry.html' title='MERRY....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu4lg92_QI/AAAAAAAABPo/X0TSNjKtr1g/s72-c/manger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7040566503338807093</id><published>2010-12-21T06:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:26:00.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to YOU</title><content type='html'>I said I wasn't blogging this week and I am NOT. These are all pre-recorded (hehe) blogs. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551736326883054882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu6xmJ_FSI/AAAAAAAABPw/hM3GZBOjgHk/s400/santa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am busy making:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oreo balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cake truffles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rollo cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate dipped ritz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate dipped pretzel sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheese balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buffalo chicken ranch dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheese balls again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sugar cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc etc etc......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I over do it??? Nah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND wrapping last minute gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am indulged in EVERY Christmas show on TV and lets not forget blaring Alan Jackson's Christmas CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I over do it.....?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Tucker's first Christmas party at daycare, which is actually after school hours so all the parents can make it. Smart idea right????/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that leaves me just enough time the rest of the week to finish up my baking/etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back AFTER Christmas to sharing exciting stories and tell you all the wonderful memories that were made..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I sound like a Hallmark card??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FROM THE: DIRNBERGER FAMILY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7040566503338807093?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7040566503338807093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7040566503338807093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7040566503338807093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7040566503338807093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to YOU'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu6xmJ_FSI/AAAAAAAABPw/hM3GZBOjgHk/s72-c/santa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-99197539815446789</id><published>2010-12-17T13:07:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:12:05.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a WEEK from now IT all starts.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I can NOT wait for all the festivities!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best part of this Christmas....&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551730431627168482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu1acndCuI/AAAAAAAABPY/-zoHGT7Boho/s400/Picture%2B196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;is this guy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551730819618202402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu1xB_uYyI/AAAAAAAABPg/EMNd6c3Oq58/s400/Picture%2B175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOOK at him last year........aaaaah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He makes my heart happy and he will be sooooooooooo much fun this Christmas! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to you and yours from the Dirnbergers :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-99197539815446789?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/99197539815446789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=99197539815446789&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/99197539815446789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/99197539815446789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/week-from-now-it-all-starts.html' title='a WEEK from now IT all starts.............'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQu1acndCuI/AAAAAAAABPY/-zoHGT7Boho/s72-c/Picture%2B196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-557344508021927501</id><published>2010-12-16T07:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:03:00.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>Every family has traditions and mine is non the less! I thought Christmas was great before children, but having Tucker has only gotten me in the spirit more to keep traditions and start new traditions!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY Traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week OF Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;This is baking week. I have all my Christmas bought and wrapped and its time to make holiday goodies!!! On my list:&lt;br /&gt;Oreo balls, sugar cookies, Chocolate Chex Mex, Snicker cookies and several others!&lt;br /&gt;I also make cheese balls, buffalo chicken dip and a couple other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve:&lt;br /&gt;I cook all day and make my breakfast casserole for Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;We start it off right with Church at 4. This is a beautiful mass and it makes your heart feel warm inside. Then its off to my parents. (5 mins away) We eat, open presents and watch the "Christmas Story" for 12 hours straight! We get two of the same presents every year...... PJ's to wear and a new board game! We then  play games and drink coffee till wee hours of the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning:&lt;br /&gt;We grab the video camera and wait for Santa. We eat breakfast casserole and enjoy our little family of 3 while watching the "Christmas Story" for another 12 hours! ha&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day is spent with my in laws and their extended family. We enjoy a big lunch and big supper all the while opening more presents and spreading more cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to enjoy soooo many Christmas parties with soooo many family members. We eat out with my grandpa  and grandma and enjoy a White elephant Christmas after eating! This is a day of relaxing and soaking everything up that just happened the last two days. Its a busy time but a great time and always goes way to fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-557344508021927501?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/557344508021927501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=557344508021927501&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/557344508021927501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/557344508021927501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6991153375025689927</id><published>2010-12-14T08:32:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:02:08.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorties</title><content type='html'>I am doing ALL my Christmas post this week because next week I will NOT be blogging but taking time to reflect on the reason for the season, my family and baking! I think its important to take a break and soak it all in and I encourage you all to do the same. So lets play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite footwear in the winter is none other than UGG boots. I wear a pair every single day almost and sometimes I don't want to take them off to go to bed! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550546316688285954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeAd4uO4QI/AAAAAAAABOQ/uWukNAIjN2A/s400/uggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On any given day during winter you will see me dressed in UGGS and ALWAYS in a scarf. The rest of the outfit is optional but these two items are for keeping warm!!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550546635996396514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeAwePN--I/AAAAAAAABOY/e7Sb-01FjrI/s400/scarfs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Favorite movie you ask?....Well I love love all the Christmas Classics. Now that I have Tucker to introduce these movies too its even better! BUT my all time favorite holiday movie is ELF. I can't help it......it is laugh out loud funny. You either Love it or Hate it.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550547940532710946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeB8aA6biI/AAAAAAAABOg/4rMpvVkKYWk/s400/elf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite things about Christmas time is running home to check the mail box. I have always sent out Christmas cards and I know a lot of people aren't doing the same, but my tradition will NEVER change. I sent out around 60 this year (we have a BIG family). I love getting home and opening the mail and seeing who is spreading the joy as well!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550549866285720258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeDsgANYsI/AAAAAAAABOo/-OcwiQG1tVc/s400/Christmas-Cards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course all my Christmas lights are burning in the evening time inside and out BUT its not complete without the burning of a holiday candle! Yankee candles have always been a favorite (I did work at Hallmark in college) and I have to have a Christmas scented one every single year!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550550358017429042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeEJH2LzjI/AAAAAAAABOw/-ffWLsmddaE/s400/candles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And we can't forget about all the goodies that come with the holidays. Next week is what I call baking week. I make ALL my favorite holiday cookies and treats next week and I take a plate (or usually a bucket full) to every one's house we visit. Here is one of my favorite things to make and everyone looks forward to me bringing them! OREO balls!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550551101786943890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeE0amp8ZI/AAAAAAAABO4/Ap204b3Pqec/s400/oreo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here is the recipe:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 393px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550551429286493010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeFHeooe1I/AAAAAAAABPA/FHTOC_RFKQ0/s400/oreo%2Bballs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Christmas wouldn't be complete without making a list and checking it twice!!! MY favorite spot to do most of my shopping is Target!!!! I love that store and don't know what I would do without :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550552311617207330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeF61kqvCI/AAAAAAAABPI/5FYB02BbaJ8/s400/target.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your favorites???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6991153375025689927?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6991153375025689927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6991153375025689927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6991153375025689927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6991153375025689927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-favorties.html' title='My favorties'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQeAd4uO4QI/AAAAAAAABOQ/uWukNAIjN2A/s72-c/uggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3842690069695873924</id><published>2010-12-13T12:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:55:32.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQZrR8Z5xiI/AAAAAAAABNw/DsLOszjim5A/s1600/Picture%2B227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550241546797434402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQZrR8Z5xiI/AAAAAAAABNw/DsLOszjim5A/s400/Picture%2B227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say we had a blast at the Colts game is an understatement!!! It was GREAT quality time with the husband I feel like I never get to talk to as well as a big WIN for the colts! It was an experience and we plan on going back to a game EVERY year. We hope we can just get some our friends to becoming football fanatics with us :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550241649529689266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQZrX7HLlLI/AAAAAAAABN4/LT_aK_37Apo/s400/Picture%2B234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to tell you that I got to meet Peyton Manning...BUT I didnt'. This was as close as I got BUT its closer than I have ever been!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550241941730073538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQZro7pLm8I/AAAAAAAABOA/5wpufbdeNgs/s400/Picture%2B224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was from our seats...a little zoomed in BUT we never had to watch the big screen to keep up with the game so we had GREAT seats!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent with snow, shopping, wrapping, baking, Christmas music, cuddling, chili and Christmas lights:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its getting sooooo close to the BEST holiday EVER!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3842690069695873924?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3842690069695873924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3842690069695873924&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3842690069695873924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3842690069695873924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-weekend.html' title='The long weekend'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TQZrR8Z5xiI/AAAAAAAABNw/DsLOszjim5A/s72-c/Picture%2B227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3688559266206753745</id><published>2010-12-09T07:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:42:00.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I COME</title><content type='html'>Today I am off work. This morning I am spending time with my baby boy and at 11 am I am headed here..........&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322027298926098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-ZfNCgrhI/AAAAAAAABNg/yZxZw-Y8o7U/s400/nashville.bmp" /&gt;AND I will be 20 rows up from this guy...................&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548322584355477250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-Z_oPJFwI/AAAAAAAABNo/0NKumKluTeU/s400/manning.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my first NFL game and ya'll know I am a HUGE football junky! We are tailgating early, watching the game and staying the night in Nashville. IF I am lucky maybe Nate will let me swing by the mall?? Either way I am hoping for a WIN....lord knows we need it right now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch for me on TV....the NFL network Thursday night football:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3688559266206753745?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3688559266206753745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3688559266206753745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3688559266206753745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3688559266206753745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-i-come.html' title='Here I COME'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-ZfNCgrhI/AAAAAAAABNg/yZxZw-Y8o7U/s72-c/nashville.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-7687847956051726618</id><published>2010-12-08T08:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T08:42:03.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am behind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so behind on blogging. BUT thats because all my Christmas presents are wrapped, the house is fully decorated and we are sitting around drinking LOTS of spiced coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start off with last weekend. I threw my great Aunt a 60th birthday celebration! It was a suprise party and a GREAT one at that. Now, most people have aunts, some people have great aunts BUT nobody has the support, love, friendship and loyalty that I have with my great aunts. They are my second mothers and some of my best friends. SO when my best great aunt Donna turned 60 I knew we had to celebrate the right way! And we did....from 6pm to 2:30 in the morning. The food was beaming, the wine was flowing and the dance floor was hopping! YES I said dance floor. My mom's sunroom was a dance floor all night long. I laughed, I cried and laughed some more. BEST PARTY EVER!!!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321341883504754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-Y3TqvWHI/AAAAAAAABNY/UHkRAF8xbJE/s400/dance2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548321099112735394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-YpLRrYqI/AAAAAAAABNQ/Y2WNITofeic/s400/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548319335794132834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-XCiZwx2I/AAAAAAAABNI/8w9-JmyLXvk/s400/cake3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake was beautiful!!!! This was ONLY her 2nd birthday cake of her entire 60 years....yep..soak that one in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another exciting post coming tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-7687847956051726618?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/7687847956051726618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=7687847956051726618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7687847956051726618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/7687847956051726618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-behind.html' title='I am behind....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TP-Y3TqvWHI/AAAAAAAABNY/UHkRAF8xbJE/s72-c/dance2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-969034572133614573</id><published>2010-12-03T11:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:23:49.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Tucker wasn't CRAZY about meeting Santa, but he was a good boy! This picture is on my Christmas card this year and I love IT! He never smiled for him but at least he sat. ENJOY&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546507929198559570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TPknky_EgVI/AAAAAAAABNA/6_g_UCoLuI0/s400/santa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-969034572133614573?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/969034572133614573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=969034572133614573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/969034572133614573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/969034572133614573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/12/bit-of-cheer.html' title='A bit of cheer'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TPknky_EgVI/AAAAAAAABNA/6_g_UCoLuI0/s72-c/santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1009840071954273292</id><published>2010-11-29T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:59:32.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cyber monday</title><content type='html'>My holiday was GREAT! We ate, talked, drank coffee, drank wine, shopped (not early), hung outside Christmas lights and did all the thing you shall do on Thanksgiving weekend. We even got a parade in there somewhere as well as driving around looking at lights!&lt;br /&gt;So today I shop some more. I am almost DONE with my Christmas shopping and so today I dont' have much time to blog....only time to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..enlighten me...where are the good sales on this cyber monday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1009840071954273292?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1009840071954273292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1009840071954273292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1009840071954273292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1009840071954273292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/cyber-monday.html' title='cyber monday'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5008494358180705865</id><published>2010-11-22T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:32:00.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a weeks worth of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I couldn't be MORE excited that the holidays are upon us. I LOVE them all. Nate and I are lucky that our parents live 5 minutes from each other so we hit one house for lunch and one house for supper :) Last year Tucker was 2 weeks old at Thanksgiving....I can't even ponder that statement seriously. How has he grown so much?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542458844465738770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOrE9C6aNBI/AAAAAAAABM4/Pkq56thO4Xs/s400/Picture%2B158.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww....look how precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: I am thankful for the new member of our family. Bear! Tucker and him have a love/hate relationship. But mostly its love. Tucker gets excited about him and wants to play with him, but when he is done playing he is DONE.....even when bear is not done. (thats just the puppy)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542457393493987954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOrDolnyUnI/AAAAAAAABMw/OE0PVnqyRs0/s400/bday6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday: I am thankful for my car. It is big and comfy and gets me everywhere I need to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday: I am thankful for my mom and grandma teaching me how to cook (well I try). I stay up late baking on Wednesday and getting everything prepared for Thanksgiving!!! Its one of my favorite things to do. I remember doing it as a little girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday: I am thankful for a warm place to go, hot food and a great family to spend Thanksgiving with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is probably my last post this week. I am going to spend the rest of my week with family, watching the Thanksgiving day parade, shopping, enjoying the kids and watching the parade of lights in town on Sunday! Have a blessed Thanksgiving! Enjoy blackfriday if you go.....and eat till you POP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday: I am thankful for shopping! I wont be headed out to fight the crazies on blackfriday, BUT shopping is one of my favorite things to d&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5008494358180705865?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5008494358180705865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5008494358180705865&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5008494358180705865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5008494358180705865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/weeks-worth-of-thanksgiving.html' title='a weeks worth of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOrE9C6aNBI/AAAAAAAABM4/Pkq56thO4Xs/s72-c/Picture%2B158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6735981758295415893</id><published>2010-11-18T08:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T08:19:02.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A weeks worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: I am thankful for Diet Mt. Dew!!!! Its the ONLY soda worth drinking :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: I am thankful for my cousins. Whether we see each other once a week or once every 6 months we pick up where we left off. So many memories of us growing up together :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540892856423417730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOU0si2eB4I/AAAAAAAABMg/Hy3rBU5--Hs/s400/Picture%2B154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(My cousin Annah and Tucker)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday: I am thankful for my cousins by marriage. Its amazing how much I enjoy these people and some of us have even grown very close!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540893209950624658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOU1BH17G5I/AAAAAAAABMo/qDohVQxtz3M/s400/Picture%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Dirnberger girls)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday: I am thankful God gave me a little boy first. I think he knew I couldn't handle hair bows at 7 in the morning. For example today is picture day at school. It took me 5 total minutes with diaper change to get Tucker ready for pictures:) NOW that is awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday: I am thankful for half day Fridays!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday: I am thankful for BIG homemade meals on Sundays. I love to cook on Sundays and NEVER leave the house all day long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6735981758295415893?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6735981758295415893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6735981758295415893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6735981758295415893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6735981758295415893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/weeks-worth.html' title='A weeks worth'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TOU0si2eB4I/AAAAAAAABMg/Hy3rBU5--Hs/s72-c/Picture%2B154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2815723554436490058</id><published>2010-11-15T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:35:40.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness and christmas</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was motivated. I decorated the inside of my house for chritmas, cleaned and did all my laundrey. I am waiting to put the tree up until after Thanksgiving so Tucker and Nate can help. I also started my Christmas shopping. And by starting, I mean I bought 2 things. Hey its a start! The only problem is I have no idea what else to get?? Now I am stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT just because the inside of my house says Chritmas I am not forgetting Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful for HOT coffee (with cream and sugar)! I drink it day and night during winter months and it makes me a smile a little everytime :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2815723554436490058?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2815723554436490058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2815723554436490058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2815723554436490058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2815723554436490058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankfulness-and-christmas.html' title='Thankfulness and christmas'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3903910731889981396</id><published>2010-11-12T08:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:33:06.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine pounds of JOY</title><content type='html'>Friday: I am THANKFUL for Tucker's daycare providers. They will be throwing him a birthday party today because.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUCKER IS ONE TODAY!!!!!!!! Happy Birthday to the LOVE OF MY LIFE. My light, my joy, the reason I get up at 3:30 in the mornings (unwanted)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time last year I was laying in the hospital room already for 10 hours. I had my water broke and I was working on an epidural. I continued to lay there till 3:00 when I went back for surgery. A 3:59 pm, I saw the prettiest baby in the world. I was still in shock that I was split open on a table so I am not sure what my reaction was, but Nate cried tears of JOY. I looked at his dark hair and thought "is that my kid b/c my kid wouldn't' have dark hair". Then I feel in LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!. He sure has changed my life for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a prime example: I stood up by best friend for a wine trip because I couldn't' stand the thought of taking him to daycare on my day off the day before his birthday. I wanted to soak up every minute with him because I knew on his actual bday I had to work. ( If your reading this, I will take you up on that offer Sunday, NOT standing up either). I battle with this a lot being a working mother. Guilt gets the best of me all the time, how do I change that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example: I found really cute boots yesterday at TJ Maxx and I put them back because I found something for Tucker instead! Yep, that's love ladies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the baby who has changed me!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670329676700722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TN1PUdhgHDI/AAAAAAAABMQ/u3_mVMGZChM/s400/Picture%2B060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538670508965854578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TN1Pe5bXfXI/AAAAAAAABMY/4bxAyraXGNY/s400/bday5.jpg" /&gt;Saturday: I am thankful for "The wonder Pets". Sometimes Tucker needs alone time on the couch and I am thankful for cartoons to do this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday: I am thankful for my church. I love it...everything about it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3903910731889981396?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3903910731889981396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3903910731889981396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3903910731889981396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3903910731889981396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/nine-pounds-of-joy.html' title='Nine pounds of JOY'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TN1PUdhgHDI/AAAAAAAABMQ/u3_mVMGZChM/s72-c/Picture%2B060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2316647862625145668</id><published>2010-11-10T08:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:53:24.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuckers 1st of 1st bday parties</title><content type='html'>Tuesday: I am Thankful for a save trip to St.Louis ...I took that trip yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I am Thankful for migraine medicine!!!! GOSH I use it a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: I am THANKFUL for VETERANS!!! I am also thankful I am off for Veterans day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the Birthday Bash. First I will show you the decor. I was very proud of all the work that went into it. I had help, ideas from the girls at work but I did all the setting up and laying it out alone...since everyone was SICK!!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537929352323293106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqtZ5xwX7I/AAAAAAAABLY/zfJQ9gBVliI/s400/bday12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The theme was cowboy. My inlaws have a redone barn that we had it in. I mean this barn is AWESOME!!! It came equipped with a kitchen, tables and anything else we needed. We are very lucky to have such a NEAT place for parties!!!This was the table you saw when you walked in. It had the scrapbook I made, pictures of Tucker framed, goodie bags for kids, old Lanterns and other cowboy things. I was proud of this table!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537929975104713794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqt-J0atEI/AAAAAAAABLg/gOmuSUIp9M0/s400/bday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are the tables. Some tables had cow spot table clothes and others red. Each table had a vase with cattails, bandannas and a bucket of peanuts! I also covered the chair bags with old potato sacks!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537930535876347410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNquey2yxhI/AAAAAAAABLo/5qY5D1pz4sE/s400/bday14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These were the WANTED signs with each kids name on them. We had 2 post in the middle of the room where I plastered them. The kids LOVED finding there names :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537930855195548898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNquxYabHOI/AAAAAAAABLw/0BbtWRZ-AWw/s400/bday13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here a close up. Every kid had a different crime and reward!!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537931254872343890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqvIpUzBVI/AAAAAAAABL4/W1euXXR05tI/s400/bday15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Grub. We served a chili bar along with other "outlaw" food. I labeled it all with outlaw detail too. Since it was Tucker's bday, I served his favorite snacks&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537932626689864210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqwYfvlMhI/AAAAAAAABMI/h-zbx-V-hO8/s400/bday18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a banner...NOT made my be. Sorry, it was Etsy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 519px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537931859090757874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqvr0NsWPI/AAAAAAAABMA/w2H2-TovA-8/s400/bday16.jpg" /&gt;And here is the wonderful cake. It turned out very very CUTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were more decor and action going on BUT remember I had a half way sick baby, no husband to help and it was a long night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I will post pics of Tucker at the party! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2316647862625145668?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2316647862625145668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2316647862625145668&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2316647862625145668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2316647862625145668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuckers-1st-of-1st-bday-parties.html' title='Tuckers 1st of 1st bday parties'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TNqtZ5xwX7I/AAAAAAAABLY/zfJQ9gBVliI/s72-c/bday12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-3158046902731127084</id><published>2010-11-08T09:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:58:20.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 days from HELL.....</title><content type='html'>Here we go...are you ready for this. THIS weekend was supposed to be the MOST wonderful weekend of the year thus far. I had everything planned to a "T". Let me start with Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, got a call from daycare that Tucker was running a fever. I knew he would be soon because his ears were draining and he was snotty and coughing. So here we go to the doc. We got home and all settled and I thought I could get some house work done..hahah! Man I had no clue what was going to happen next. Wednesday night around 6..I am sick. Like on my death bed sick. Nate took care of Tucker and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. I was still sick so my mom and memaw came and took care of me and my baby (who is still sick). They cleaned, they cooked and I thought man I have it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Tucker is still sick but we thought he was over the hump. I was feeling much better and had TONS of running(with Tucker throwing up in the backseat) to do for the party Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Woke up after 3 hours of sleep because we got Tucker a new puppy for his bday that whined and howled all night. Nate was SICK. Sicker than a dog. There was too much for me to do to process Nate being sick, so I continued on with my day. After picking up my cake from the cake lady, who god love her dropped my 2 dozen cookies after walking out the door I was almost heading home for the party. I ordered more cookies and THEN headed home. Got a phone call from my mom and my memaw that they were always sick with the bug. Got home and realized that Nate was of no good use. He had the bug. The problem?? Well he was the food maker that day. So after my mother in law and dad volunteered to make the rest of the food I thought we were on our way to the party. WRONG. Tucker got a HORRIBLE rash, reaction to the meds he was on under his diaper and was miserable. So here we head to the party all decorated and waiting for fun times only to find out that NATE can't get off the couch to come, my mom and grandma were in the same boat and Tucker was still miserable from the rash.&lt;br /&gt;We ate cake, opened gifts and Tucker cried and whined and wanted held all during the party.&lt;br /&gt;We got home around 8 and I lost it. I cried myself to sleep. I wanted this perfect party and none of it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. My father in law and sister in law are now sick. Along with a couple friends. Tucker is feeling better and so is Nate and the rest of the bug crew. Its all over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT we are having a second party soon. One with daddy, gigi, memaw and several other cousins and aunts and uncles. Tucker deserves it, Nate deserves it and I deserve it. I will be bringing wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am THANKFUL that we have a new dog. Yes I think we are nuts for getting it and yes it will drive me crazy but when it snuggled with me Saturday night when I was upset about the WHOLE party and situation. When my other boys were sick, I still had the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO have some great pics..I will post soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-3158046902731127084?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/3158046902731127084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=3158046902731127084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3158046902731127084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/3158046902731127084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-days-from-hell.html' title='The 5 days from HELL.....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8372922093401621655</id><published>2010-11-07T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:32:00.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful 6 and 7th</title><content type='html'>Saturday the 6th: I am VERY thankful for my family. I have a mom and dad who are the best, seriously....they are better than anyones. I have 2 brothers who I am close with and  a sister in law who is my sister at heart. We have so much fun together I am sooooo thankful for them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 7th: I am VERY thankful for my in laws also. I have 2 great in laws that would do anything for me and I really really do LOVE them like my own. I also gained 2 sister in laws and brother in law or I cherish just as much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8372922093401621655?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8372922093401621655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8372922093401621655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8372922093401621655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8372922093401621655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-6-and-7th.html' title='Thankful 6 and 7th'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8599494602877461951</id><published>2010-11-05T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:32:46.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful and the BUG</title><content type='html'>Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;Thursday the 4th: I am thankful for a GREAT daycare that takes care and LOVES Tucker as their own. They are great to him and he loves going there each day. Sometimes he cries when I PICK him up. Seriously. I am very very thankful for those loving women!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 5th: I am thankful for not throwing my guts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my house (well just me) was hit by the stomach bug. Its the worst feeling ever. Today I am about 70% better, hoping for a full recovery in time for Tucker's bday party tomorrow! Tucker has sore throat, ear ache and so on...he is on meds and I PRAYING he is fully recovered to enjoy his party tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help us make it through this weekend...the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8599494602877461951?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8599494602877461951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8599494602877461951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8599494602877461951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8599494602877461951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-and-bug.html' title='Thankful and the BUG'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-2258019721533519271</id><published>2010-11-03T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T08:38:24.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfull Nov. 3rd</title><content type='html'>Today I am Thankful for my job. Every job has ups and downs but luckily mine is way more ups. I have a support group, friends and just generally great people I work with. I am lucky to have a job with this economy none the less a great job.&lt;br /&gt;I work in a small office, the less the better in my book, so there is no drama or haters. So I am very thankful that I have this job (sometimes I want to be home more with Tucker, but he also needs shoes and clothes so I continue to work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-2258019721533519271?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/2258019721533519271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=2258019721533519271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2258019721533519271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/2258019721533519271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankfull-nov-3rd.html' title='Thankfull Nov. 3rd'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1686696052093892425</id><published>2010-11-02T08:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T08:56:29.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness....</title><content type='html'>Ever day in November I am going to write why I am thankful. There are many reasons and sometimes I need to remind myself that I have it good....very good!! Even if you dont' write it down, I encourage everyone to think of something each DAY they are thankful for. I could list 100 reasons but I will stick to 30. When I am having a crazy day, I have to remember how good I have it!!! I am two days behind already (hey, I am planning a bday party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 1st: I am thankful for my husband, my best friend and Tucker's wonderful father. Marriage isn't easy, its not all roses and bubble baths like I had dreamed of. But its worth it (for the most part). Nate evens me out, forgets my worst and loves my best. I am thankful for him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov 2nd: I am SOOOO Thankful for my healthy, crazy, stubborn, lovable, adorable little almost one year old. I could write a book on him, but I will just say he is the reason I breath. Tucker has changed me for the better and I am THANK GOD for him daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have adorable Halloween pics that I will post soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1686696052093892425?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1686696052093892425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1686696052093892425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1686696052093892425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1686696052093892425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4188696353672570480</id><published>2010-10-28T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:48:49.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>Tucker's birthday outfit came in the mail yesterday......Wrangler, belt buckle and cowboy boots. I have NEVER seen such a cute butt in wranglers until yesterday. I think I am planning more for his first birthday than I did for my wedding. There isn't a lot of work, just a lot of thinking and planning!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY excited about Halloween!!! Having a little one makes all the holidays a bit more fun I do believe! He is such a CUTE little lion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more paychecks till Christmas...can u believe it??? That means I need to start buying now but fresh outta ideas. However, I already have my Christmas cards picked out. AND I saw my Christmas tree in the shed yesterday and thought about the battle it will bring. There will be a lot of NO's, Don't touch that, leave that alone, OMG Tucker just pulled down the tree. Yep I can see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown's Pumpkin show comes one tonight and I am WAY more excited than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its finally fall here..and I LOVE it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4188696353672570480?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4188696353672570480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4188696353672570480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4188696353672570480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4188696353672570480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-8964248844869636506</id><published>2010-10-25T10:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:28:02.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin heads!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we CELEBRATED that my niece Kailee is HOME and doing well!!! Prayers work....she is proof of that. So Thanks to all who said a prayer!!! She has new hips and they are fabulous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we also went to the pumpkin patch on the windiest day of the year. We had sand all over us, in our eyes, shoes etc. Tucker is snotty and coughing so combine the 2 and it wasn't our most glorious trip. OH well, he enjoyed it. This was the only day left to take him so sick or not we were headed for pumpkins!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532005458082948946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TMWhp4COZ1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/XGMX3OQtoYo/s400/Picture+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532004969846260242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TMWhNdNhwhI/AAAAAAAABLI/7neyXcaX6mE/s400/Picture+169.jpg" /&gt;!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532004438246302258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TMWgug2OIjI/AAAAAAAABLA/DPN3GgXK--s/s400/Picture+161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532004148192077074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TMWgdoT55RI/AAAAAAAABK4/baGeIeGUHcU/s400/Picture+153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a first bday party in 2 weeks and I am freaking OUT!!! I have almost everything planned and ready, but my baby is not a "baby" anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-8964248844869636506?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/8964248844869636506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=8964248844869636506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8964248844869636506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/8964248844869636506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-heads.html' title='pumpkin heads!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TMWhp4COZ1I/AAAAAAAABLQ/XGMX3OQtoYo/s72-c/Picture+175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-1186510439477269064</id><published>2010-10-22T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T10:09:21.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates from Everywhere</title><content type='html'>First and MOST important my niece Kailee J is still needing prayers. Surgery was a success now we need her lungs to clear and heal and her pain to go away!!!!! I believe in prayer, I have seen and felt it work so we are asking for her to be pain free. NO 6 year old needs to feel pain, so this tough little girl needs prayers. WE are hoping she gets moved to a regular room soon and maybe released sooner than later. I think most people heal better at home??? Who wants to be in a hospital anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note......I haven't started Tucker's scrapbook that needs to be done in 2 weeks. So now I am 11 months behind.  I see a lot of late nights in my future. BUT I think I am 2 steps ahead in the birthday planning. I have been playing with cattails, potato sacks, and hay lately. Can't wait to show you the outcome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another note....when Tucker is a well baby, he is the best baby you could ask for. BUT apparently Tucker cuts teeth every month. So, right now we are dealing with sleeping any way possible, the couch, the recliner, our bed, whatever makes him sleep. He is up every 2-3 hours whining in pain. What do you do??? You know he is hurting so I just do whatever makes him and me get as much sleep as possible. The thing is when he is not hurting and well, he sleeps all night in his bed like he is supposed to. So, we are hoping and PRAYING Tucker's teeth come in soon so mom doesn't look like a walking rag doll at work all day.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a good weekend....more than 3 hours of sleep at a time, Kailee J feeling like herself and maybe a pumpkin patch :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-1186510439477269064?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/1186510439477269064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=1186510439477269064&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1186510439477269064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/1186510439477269064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates-from-everywhere.html' title='Updates from Everywhere'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-5043523667226738528</id><published>2010-10-19T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:48:42.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My niece</title><content type='html'>Always knew that my niece kailee was one of a kind. Yesterday she had double hip surgery. It is compared to me and you having a total hip replacement ...2 at a time! She flew through surgery and did soooo good. Right now she is in pain, we think, and not breathing like she should so they have her in ICU. I keep praying! She is strong and a fighter (always has been) so I KNOW she will pull through just fine.&lt;br /&gt;Just from me...I think she is pissed that she can't move her legs. Yep, she is a very determined little girl and it is making her mad that they have her tied down!&lt;br /&gt;So keep her in your prayers, and keep her mom and dad in your prayers! The doc praised mom and dad yesterday for Kailee being such a healthy little girl.....God gives you what you need and Kailee has the best parents in the world. (way to go Bro and SIL)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-5043523667226738528?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/5043523667226738528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=5043523667226738528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5043523667226738528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/5043523667226738528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-niece.html' title='My niece'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6593849566934608990</id><published>2010-10-15T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:16:31.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every year I post the same post on October 15th. Every year it still holds close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is infant loss day....remember those who have! I remember my two miscarriages today like I do everyday. I rememeber all the others who have lost. I ALSO remember those who still haven't held a baby &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528260942870206210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TLhUCZ1x1wI/AAAAAAAABKw/jTCcnWb4MOQ/s400/infant+lost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6593849566934608990?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6593849566934608990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6593849566934608990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6593849566934608990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6593849566934608990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/every-year.html' title='Every Year'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TLhUCZ1x1wI/AAAAAAAABKw/jTCcnWb4MOQ/s72-c/infant+lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-4493586259081098533</id><published>2010-10-12T10:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:42:00.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in....</title><content type='html'>Last time I checked I was still breathing....however, yall might not believe that. My house has been crazy busy (not that you aren't) and this whole work thing is getting in the way of my social life. Also, Tucker is possibly the worst teether known to man. He has been sleeping like a newborn....which means up every couple hours screaming with his eyes closed. I don't get it? Isn't this baby almost one? Surely its a phase and will end soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having problems planning his FUN 1st birthday when he is NOT being so fun at night! But I am still planning it and it will be fantastic. We are having a round-up November 6th at the ranch! All cowboy attire must be worn and it will be a hay day!!! Still can't believe that is 4 weeks away...still can't believe I almost have a one year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527184629490078594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TLSBIuDBU4I/AAAAAAAABKo/kUuKvg5KCqE/s400/Cowboy+Birthday+-Dirnberger2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is his invite!!! Cute Cute.....&lt;br /&gt;I know what ya'll are thinking....did u make this? NO. I have zero time to be crafty. zero! sorry to disappoint. His party will be fabulous but let me tell you its mainly because I bought fabulous things. I have been buying a lot of Tucker's adorable decor and clothing for his bday party from Etsy this last week(invite was from ETSY).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, (like there is other news besides Tucker and his needs) I will need prayers for my niece on Monday the 18th. Kailee is having surgery that day and all the prayers are welcomed! She is a strong little 5 year old but we are all nervous!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527183335807340674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TLR_9atBUII/AAAAAAAABKg/CM1cGtp9ZMg/s400/Picture+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailee and Tucker roasting at the SEMO Fair!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check in later taters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-4493586259081098533?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/4493586259081098533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=4493586259081098533&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4493586259081098533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/4493586259081098533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in....'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/TLSBIuDBU4I/AAAAAAAABKo/kUuKvg5KCqE/s72-c/Cowboy+Birthday+-Dirnberger2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-428875603197765140.post-6510874825436584580</id><published>2010-10-05T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:42:56.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st baby...... part 2</title><content type='html'>Remember the 1st baby story....well there is more. Lots more actually but most of it is NOT blog appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You will have your baby and realize you still look pregnant. You will go home looking pregnant, when people come to visit you will look pregnant. Heck your baby will be 3 months and you will still look pregnant. And if you are lucky like me, you baby will be crawling and you STILL look pregnant. Don't stress about looking pregnant when you come home. Just dress comfortable and dont' worry about how fat you look, because it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your bladder is never the same. Ever! That baby has ruined it forever. Remember when you could hold off from using the bathroom....or wait to "break the seal". Those days are over. You can't pop the top on your beer (or soda) and not have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Working makes you feel guilty. You feel like you are abanding your child. ( I hear it gets better with every child after your first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Running into Target is no longer "running in to Target".First you park, get the stroller or target cart. Unbuckle baby and transport him/her to stroller cart. Get the diaper bag. Realize the baby has wet threw or thrown up on his/her clothes. Get baby outta the stroller/cart and change her in the front seat. Get the diaper bag back in the car that you just put in the stroller/cart. Change the baby. Load her/him back into stroller/cart. Get the diaper bag. look for 5 minutes for your keys because once you loaded the baby twice you have misplaced them. The baby is now screaming in the parking lot. You lock your car and walk away only to realize you don't have your purse. Now you dig for your keys in the bottom of the diaper bag to walk back and unlock your doors and get your purse. You are finally ready and get to Target....now the baby is hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pictures, cameras and baby clothes will brake you. Yep your shoes are soooo last season but you NO longer care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You feel guilty for having adult time. And you feel guilty for having a hangover and being with your baby the next day. And nobody wants a hangover with "WonderPets" blaring in the back ground and smelling ravioli out of the can for lunch. Its horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st baby will steal your soul and take away your breath. They will make your heart hurt by how much you love them. Even if all the above are VERY true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/428875603197765140-6510874825436584580?l=mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/feeds/6510874825436584580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=428875603197765140&amp;postID=6510874825436584580&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6510874825436584580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/428875603197765140/posts/default/6510874825436584580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsdirnberger.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-baby-part-2.html' title='1st baby...... part 2'/><author><name>Mrs. Dirnberger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102578511930743629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CmrrT15RQeg/SXSZ8b6tIZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/OCNlPwMH3lw/S220/100_1013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
