<?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-4288609765205953123</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:40:14.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hodges Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-5415727572513907786</id><published>2010-04-04T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:46:06.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I Promised...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here with my Chann, half watching opening night of baseball. I'd be way more into it if the Red Sox were winning, but since they aren't, I'm looking for distractions. I figured, what better time than to write about the play? I did promise, and I hate to disappoint, HA HA HA... so, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs414.snc3/24990_662078816846_26501265_36597828_338212_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs414.snc3/24990_662078816846_26501265_36597828_338212_n.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's our poster, pretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I told you about auditions, and how this all came about. So I guess I'll just tell you about our performance weekend. &amp;nbsp;We rehearsed for about 8 weeks, 3 nights a week. Yes, it was long, and yes, it took up alot of time, but it was completely worth it. I can't imagine a better way to come back to the stage. The entire cast and crew was absolutely amazing; one of the best groups I've had the privilege of working with. &amp;nbsp;The thing I love about theatre is its unpredictability, and how no two performances are the same. You never know how your audience will react, or what things might fall off a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened the play on Thursday, March 25. We had done a full dress rehearsal two days before for a small audience. It went very well, but there is nothing like opening night. I have to say I was fairly calm, only a very small case of nerves. I was still feeling great about the Tuesday night rehearsal. First, I need to tell you I was pretty sick through this entire thing. The week before, I had to leave a rehearsal because I was about to pass out. I was better by Thursday, but no where near well. For the entire weekend, I had to time coughing spells around applause and blackouts. Like I said, unpredictable. Thursday night gave us a small crowd, mostly our older patrons. Throughout the entire first act, we didn't hear much feedback from them. By the time we got to intermission, we were all a little panicked and nerves had come back because we thought that we had messed up somewhere. Stacey, our amazing director, came backstage to assure us that we were doing our jobs correctly, it just didn't seem as if our audience was very into it. They made the decision to extend intermission for a few more minutes to give them some time, and that seemed to do the trick. Act II was like a new group of people. We finished strong and ready for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday night we alot alike to me. Great audiences, almost full house. Another thing about being a stage actor is that you feed off of your audience. If they have a good time, we have a good time. We already love what we're doing, but if you like what you see, we seem to find a way to take it to a new level for you. These two nights were so much fun to me. I had alot of support in the crowd, and it seemed like our group really got comfortable under the lights. (FYI, they are really bright, hot lights) &amp;nbsp;We had some pretty memorable moments in both performances. If you are familiar with the movie, you know that at some point Bender must climb to an air vent in order to make his was back to the library. On Friday, the vent fell off, during a black out. We didn't know why, or how, or if Scott (our Bender) was hurt. The crowd thought it was hilarious. There was no time to investigate, the show must go on! Do you remember the scene immediately following that, when Bender is back in the library but must hide under the table to avoid being caught by Vernon? So, on Saturday night, things are going pretty smoothly. This scene was always a problem for me, because I was trying very hard to maintain a ladylike position and not flash the audience while Scott was messing with my legs. It was much harder than you think. He was only supposed to tickle a couple of times, nothing big, but enough to get a reaction from me and the audience. I was supposed try to kick him or step on his hand, whichever happened first. Well, on Saturday, he had some fun with it. The audience was rolling with laughter, so he kept on and on and on and on.... I really tried to hurt him that night, but it never worked. The entire time our Vernon (Cathy Roberts) is immediately behind me trying to make her point and I could not turn to face her. She finally yelled "Look at me young lady!" All I could do was lower my head where my hair covered my face and just furiously shake in back and forth. There was no way I could look up. I was trying very hard to keep my composure, and it just wasn't working. Overall, both great performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a good and different. Sunday is always a small crowd, and the crew is always a little tired. But, I have to tell you we went out with a bang. It ended so quickly and suddenly though. It's not a long show to begin with, but once it starts, it's like all of a sudden it's done, and that was it. There would be no more Breakfast Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give a shout out to my cast mates. I can't imagine there being anyone else to fill these roles and come together as a group the way we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nichole: &amp;nbsp;Girl, I have known you since you were tiny! I stayed with you when you weren't quite big enough to be alone. I'm so proud that we had a chance to reconnect as adults and work together. You were wonderful, and I'll never look at bologna or Captain Crunch the same way again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Blake: &amp;nbsp;You must know that I "Thank" you are so adorable. I mean that in a puppy kind of way, but do take it as a compliment! You, my dear, have an amazing amount of talent, and I can not wait to see what you are able to do with it. It was such a treat to get to work with you, and I really hope that in the future we might have the opportunity to do so again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Daniel: Sweetheart, you amazed me! Your ability to perfectly recite a 6 minute monologue while simultaneously delivering a convincing fake cry was outstanding! The only time our audience was completely silent was because of you! The way that you perfected the Tarzan yell, unforgettable! I sincerely you hope you grace our stage with amazing presence for many years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Scott: I heard it said many times. There could not have been a better Bender unless Judd Nelson from 1984 walked onto our stage himself. I'm so honored and privileged to have been able to witness your first major on stage role. You were perfect. You are also only the second boy I have kissed in about six years. You should feel privileged too! Ha! It was so much fun to be your opposite. I hope you enjoyed the experience as much as I did. Oh yeah, and I really hope you don't have any scars... Plenty of memories made, I don't think you need the scars as reminders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mrs. Cathy: Oh Vernon, what can I say? You and I have been through many a production together. Whether it be a GLT or PA, you were always there to help and lead or fill whatever role might be lacking on any given day. From this first time we worked together, and I honestly don't remember when that was, you have been a huge fan and supporter of me and what I consider my small talent. If it had not been for your encouragement, I don't think I would have stayed for auditions that night. My, what I would have missed! I was such an honor to be back on stage with you as well! I'm so glad you chose to make this show your big comeback to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but certainly not least, to our directors: Stacey and Mr. Ted.... To the both of you, what is show without it's leaders? What is a director without a vision? You both had the vision and the uncanny&amp;nbsp;ability&amp;nbsp;to lead us, to show us what must be done. You both were amazing in your encouragement, and gentle but firm in your criticism. You made us want to make this show amazing for you. You made us want to be the best that we could imagine. Thank you both for giving me the opportunity to get back into theatre. I wasn't sure if I would ever have this chance again. Thank you for making me remember how much I loved it then , and finding out how much I can and do love it now. I really really really hope we can work together again. It was a thrilling ride, and it ended so quickly, but it's not likely one I will ever ever forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-5415727572513907786?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/5415727572513907786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=5415727572513907786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5415727572513907786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5415727572513907786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2010/04/cuz-i-promised.html' title='Cuz I Promised...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-4427454856089028</id><published>2010-04-03T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:35:17.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much in So Little Time...</title><content type='html'>There is so much going on in and around my little life, I can barely keep track of it all. I should be doing independent posts on all these various subjects, but I just don't have the time! Maybe I'll get around to it in a week or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the play was an amazing success! I'm still getting feedback from people who came to see us, and so far, it seems to be a unanimous "Two Thumbs Up!". I must brag, I think we were pretty awesome. We worked very hard and put on a fantastic production. Of course, none of would have happened without the direction of our fabulous directors, and the various others who supported us on and off stage. I think I will try to do a whole post on this, just not sure when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, not many people know, but I was very sick throughout the last two weeks of the play, including the performances. My allergies and asthma have been worse than I've ever dealt with since we moved home. Chann finally convinced to go back to my doctor in Jackson. I'm so very glad I did! On Thursday, I found out my windpipe had closed off to about 60%, which is not good. After a breathing treatment, and several hundred dollars worth of meds, I think I'm finally on the mend. There is still the topic of a possible sinus surgery this summer, but we will address that later. I'm just so happy to be breathing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are finally preparing to move out of Daddy's house! Yay!!!!!! After many, many months of living together,( I must say it has gone very well) we will be living in a place of our own. Guess where? His front yard... Haha! Channing and I recently purchased a new mobile home to live in for a little while until we are ready to build a place of our own. Daddy gave me/us my inheritance early, so our ultimate plan is to build out here by him. I told everyone that when we moved back that I wasn't ever leaving again. I don't think anyone thought I meant it this literally. However, we, and Daddy, are thrilled. He can see us and the girls whenever he wants to, and we have the&amp;nbsp;convenience&amp;nbsp;of country life and close family. It's all we've ever wanted. Final preparations are being made as I type this, and hopefully we'll start the process of moving tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have a big week coming up! On Wednesday, Mama and I are flying to NYC! I'm so excited that I can hardly contain myself! Mama has to go for a work conference, but she is taking me along and we're going to stay a few more days and have our first ever Mother/Daughter trip! We went to NYC once before, 10 years ago actually. I was in the 9th grade and singing with the chorus at Pillow. &amp;nbsp;It was a great trip, but everything was so structured, and we've always talked about what we would do differently if we got to go back. Well, we're finally getting to do it our way. This is also my official celebration of my 25th birthday. I wanted to do something big because I'm not really thrilled about leaving my early 20s. I've really enjoyed them, and I guess like a majority of people, I don't really want to address the issue of aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could absolutely do an entire post on each one of these topics. But I may have to only choose two of them. I'll be back next Sunday, and I'm sure I'll have lots to share about our trip. Have a wonderful and blessed Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-4427454856089028?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/4427454856089028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=4427454856089028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4427454856089028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4427454856089028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-in-so-little-time.html' title='So Much in So Little Time...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-2332368595687482456</id><published>2010-03-18T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:53:41.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"They Only Met Once..."</title><content type='html'>"...but it changed their lives forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name this tagline? &amp;nbsp;I'll give you a clue... &amp;nbsp;Teen angst, 1985....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you should have it now, but if you don't, I guess I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest project! I made mention of it last week, along with a promise of a whole post explaining how it came to be. Well, here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in October, I auditioned to be a part of the Greenwood Little Theatre's first running of "The Breakfast Club". For those of you that don't know, plays or musicals are a huge part of my childhood/teenage history. I did my first play at GLT when I was 10. I did a play every year up until I was 16. I was a junior at Pillow at the time. For reasons I don't remember, we didn't do a play my senior year. Well, scratch that, we did a senior play, but I don't really count that one. Anyways.... After moving back home in August, I stumbled upon a piece of information about auditions for the stage version of this movie. I kinda freaked out. "The Breakfast Club" is one of those movies that no matter how often it comes on tv, I'm gonna stop to watch it. I also feel the same way about "Dirty Dancing", "Footloose", "Grease", and just about every other movie from the 80s. So, I see this ad and all I know is that I want to be involved. I've really missed being involved with a theatre and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to become involved again. I couldn't think of a better play to start with. I mean, I have the movie as a reference, and it has the benefit of having a small cast. Perfect! But, I soon realized there might be a serious problem... I've been removed from high school for a long time. I'm no longer in the appropriate age bracket... &amp;nbsp;I made a few calls and got back in touch with some of my old theatre friends, trying to find out if it was even worth the effort. They told me not to worry about the age, just give it a shot. Well, I did. When I went to audition, I was terrified. Not normal for me, but hey, it happens. I looked around and realized I was definitely the oldest "kid" there. I went to read for the roll of Claire ( Molly Ringwald's role). &amp;nbsp;I am not exaggerating when I say I just about walked out. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't see anyway that I would be cast, no matter how convincing I might be. But, I didn't leave; I stayed and read for Claire. Total audition time was about 30 minutes. I left, knowing that there was no way, NO WAY, &amp;nbsp;I would get that part. I was completely fine with that too. I had offered to help in whatever capacity I might be needed. I would just get back involved slowly with behind-the-scenes roles. &amp;nbsp;Well, obviously, it didn't turn out that way. Two days later I received a phone call from our very&amp;nbsp;enthusiastic&amp;nbsp;director, telling me that he would be honored if would be his Claire. &amp;nbsp;The answer I gave him was, "Are you sure?" After a strange laugh, he said that he was sure, and then I asked, "But do you know how old I am?" He assured me that he did, and that it didn't matter, I could pass for 17 any day. I'm still trying to learn to take that as a compliment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, 5 months later and 1 week from opening night. It has been so awesome being back on stage and working with the group that we have assembled. Our cast is amazing, our crew is phenomenal. My family is both amazing and phenomenal for allowing me to do this. It has taken up alot of time for the past two months, but I think the end result will be worth it. For me, this is the ultimate adrenaline rush. The moment before the lights come on and the curtain goes up, the only sound to be heard is your own heartbeat. That is the biggest rush I've ever felt. It's hard to explain sometimes to people who've never been involved in theatre. All I can do is compare to an athletes biggest win,or a card player's winning hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end by inviting all of you to attend one of the four performances next week. If you have any questions please feel free to leave a comment here on my Facebook page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;The Greenwood Little Theatre will present "The Breakfast Club" written by John Hughes on March 25, 26, &amp;amp; 27 at 7:30pm and March 28 at 2:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first stage production of the '80's Classic Movie in North Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey Joiner, Director and Ted MacIntosh, Assistant Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission is $15.00 for Adults and $5.00 for Students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental Guidance Suggested (Adult language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Bender, the Rebel...........Scott MacIntosh&lt;br /&gt;Allison, the Recluse..........Nichole Henry&lt;br /&gt;Claire, the Beauty...........Michelle Montgomery Hodges&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, the Jock............Daniel Myers&lt;br /&gt;Brian, the Brain..............Blake Harthcock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Vernon.............Cathy Roberts&lt;br /&gt;Carl, the Janitor.............Steven Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents......Larry Myers, Elaine Tharpe, Freda MacIntosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Brian's little sister....Taylor Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S6Kuv4n7s7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-ZuadtMlapo/s1600-h/the-breakfast-club-thumb-400x493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S6Kuv4n7s7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-ZuadtMlapo/s320/the-breakfast-club-thumb-400x493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-2332368595687482456?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/2332368595687482456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=2332368595687482456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2332368595687482456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2332368595687482456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-only-met-once.html' title='&quot;They Only Met Once...&quot;'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S6Kuv4n7s7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/-ZuadtMlapo/s72-c/the-breakfast-club-thumb-400x493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-2540136699285371730</id><published>2010-03-03T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:08:53.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We're Back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm back in the blog world... took me long enough... &amp;nbsp;And, just in case you've been hiding under a rock for the last 7 months, we're back in Mississippi! Greenwood, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not enough words or ways to explain my excitement and thankfulness at being back home! Growing up, I counted the days until I would be able to leave; but after having been gone for about &amp;nbsp;6 years, there is no where else I'd rather be. We moved home on August 1 after a long year in Ohio. I tell everyone that it was definitely the right move at the time, and we'd make the same decision again, but one year was enough! If you think it's been cold here, you should have seen what we lived in up there! And get this, it last about six months! I don't EVER want to experience that again! I am looking forward to a summer full of humidity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been really busy since we crossed the state line back in August. We immediately got Emma set up for 3k at First Pres. (Amazing!, but that's a whole other story.) Daddy didn't waste any time getting Channing working. Thankfully for us, they get along and work together so well, and business is good. Hannah Grace is growing faster than a weed, and I just want to cry every time someone asks have I thought about her birthday yet. I'm refusing to think about it. On top of all that, I wasted no time in jumping back into one of my favorite hobbies, theatre! At the end of the month, Greenwood Little Theatre will present "The Breakfast Club". It is going to be great! Rehearsals are keeping my very busy and taking up all of my spare time, but I love it. More on that to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to be a little more faithful to the blog this time around. It seems like every day I have something new and funny to talk about. With two girls, my life is never dull. Have a great day and week, and I hope I'll be back really soon!&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/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S46XmE1k01I/AAAAAAAAAL4/bTa7VMy25dY/s1600-h/19746_653652762726_26501265_36371186_3896996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S46XmE1k01I/AAAAAAAAAL4/bTa7VMy25dY/s320/19746_653652762726_26501265_36371186_3896996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-2540136699285371730?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/2540136699285371730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=2540136699285371730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2540136699285371730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2540136699285371730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/S46XmE1k01I/AAAAAAAAAL4/bTa7VMy25dY/s72-c/19746_653652762726_26501265_36371186_3896996_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7223350603273384799</id><published>2010-03-01T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:28:54.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Posts Coming Soon!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long absence, but I'm working on some updates. Things have been really busy for us since we moved back, but I'm finally where I can update things pretty regularly. Check back soon for something new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7223350603273384799?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7223350603273384799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7223350603273384799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7223350603273384799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7223350603273384799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-posts-coming-soon.html' title='New Posts Coming Soon!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-5528893622034042644</id><published>2009-05-19T12:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:10:28.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks Old!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's already been three weeks! Hannah Grace changes some every day. This week, she's on a three to four hour schedule. It's closer to three hours during the day, and four at night, which is nice.  We introduced her to the swing, which she loves!  She seems to recognize our voices, and she follows sounds pretty well. As for her size, I'm not sure about a weight, but I can tell you she can wear three month clothes already. We totally skipped newborn and most 0-3. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, just in case you haven't heard, we're all coming home this weekend! I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself. I didn't decide until a couple of days that I would make the trip, but I just couldn't stand it. I've never, ever been this long without being home. And, I'm so ready for everyone to meet Hannah Grace! We'll be leaving early Thursday morning and going straight to Jackson. We'll be there through Sunday, and leave again early Monday morning. It's a quick trip, but it will be worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to leave you with a picture from this morning. Have a great day, and we'll see you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/ShLZthQULlI/AAAAAAAAALU/t6A70aJsKB4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/ShLZthQULlI/AAAAAAAAALU/t6A70aJsKB4/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337567884431601234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4288609765205953123-5528893622034042644?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/5528893622034042644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=5528893622034042644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5528893622034042644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5528893622034042644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-weeks-old.html' title='3 Weeks Old!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/ShLZthQULlI/AAAAAAAAALU/t6A70aJsKB4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-1100361480531190700</id><published>2009-05-11T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:45:38.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Week Check Up</title><content type='html'>Today, my baby girl is 2 weeks old...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is already going by too fast and I want it to stop! She changes a little every day now, and I really just want her to stay small for a little while longer.  We went for her check up today, and of course, she's perfect! Already growing at fast pace... my girls have no aversion to food! She weighs 9 lbs. 4 oz now!  Her jaundice has completely cleared and left her with a beautiful pink complexion. Her hair, when clean, is a very light color, almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;! I hope it stays and that she doesn't go bald like her big sister did. Right now, she still really only eats and sleeps, but yesterday she had two good times of being awake. She's more alert now when she is awake, and can follow voices. She has adjusted herself to a 3 hour feeding schedule, which is much more convenient than the two hour one. As for food, she's finishing 4 oz almost every time she eats! Like I said, no problems there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things here couldn't be much better. Hannah Grace has made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;transition&lt;/span&gt; to having two girls much easier than we expected. Emma has been very good with her, and has finally gotten over her fear of holding her. It melts my heart every time she kisses her or gets upset when she hears her cry. I know that a day will come when don't coexist as easily, so I'll enjoy every moment I can where they adore each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4288609765205953123-1100361480531190700?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/1100361480531190700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=1100361480531190700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1100361480531190700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1100361480531190700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-week-check-up.html' title='2 Week Check Up'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-9075508888568095392</id><published>2009-05-04T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:17:27.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, I'm about a week late.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's been a busy week for us, so I'm sure you forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, her stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Grace Hodges was born on April 27, at 4:23 am. She weighed 8 lbs 6oz, and was 20.5 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are calling her Hannah Grace. We still weren't sure if we were going us the double name or not, but that's what keeps coming out when I talk to her or answer people when they ask her name. Emma tends to lean towards Hannah,  but that's her choice. I'm going to spare you of all details of the delivery, except to tell you it went well, with the exception of going way to fast and no epidural, only a spinal that didn't last very long.  Anyway... I'm fine now. A little traumatized that day, but fine now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctors let us go home on Tuesday, which I was very excited about. I didn't want to be in that hospital bed any longer, and Emma wasn't very fond of me being there either. Once we got home, she completely became the attentive big sister. She still hasn't held her yet, but she wants to do everything else. She's been really excited the whole time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; now that both her Mimi and her Granny are here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; her every need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the mothers... they have been a God send. I've done nothing but get to relax and enjoy Hannah Grace. They cook, clean, do laundry, and keep Miss Emma occupied at all times. I'm spoiled rotten, and I have no shame in admitting it! Right now, the three of them are out shopping with a massive grocery list and enough cooking ideas that should feed me for months. I'm trying to decide the best way to keep them from leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a link to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; photos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; has posted. This is much easier for me, and you get a bigger variety to look at. Hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2164283&amp;amp;id=26506735&amp;amp;op=6"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2164283&amp;amp;id=26506735&amp;amp;op=6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2164848&amp;amp;id=26506735"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2164848&amp;amp;id=26506735&lt;/a&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/4288609765205953123-9075508888568095392?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/9075508888568095392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=9075508888568095392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/9075508888568095392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/9075508888568095392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-4274665804084647631</id><published>2009-04-16T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:21:41.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Time Now...</title><content type='html'>So we had another appointment yesterday, and I got the news I've been waiting to hear! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Grace could be here at any time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm was so excited I didn't know what to do! Then, I got home and realized what all I had left to do, and went into panic mode. I think the whole "nesting" theory is just a nice way of saying soon-to-be mamas panic when they realize how close things are. I accomplished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, but today I don't feel so hot because of all the work I did last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the details... I've already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to 2cm. I really felt like things had started because I knew throughout the day Sunday that she had changed positions. I was right. She's dropped down to where she's supposed to be. So, once again, we wait. I could go into active labor today, or two weeks from now. I'm just glad to know that things are progressing. I honestly do feel like it will be sooner rather than later, just because the contractions are pretty constant. Even Emma seems to think her arrival is very close, because the first thing she said to me this morning was "Mama, I think Hannah's coming. She wants to see her bed." (Emma helped me put together the Pack N Play last night that Hannah will stay in for a little while.) I couldn't do anything but laugh at her and tell her that she just might be right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, I'm just hanging out, doing as much around here as I feel like I can to get everything in order. I really hope that I don't end up being one of those people who thinks she's in labor and then gets sent home though. From what I've been told though, you just know.  I'll try to keep things updated as much as possible from this point on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-4274665804084647631?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/4274665804084647631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=4274665804084647631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4274665804084647631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4274665804084647631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/04/any.html' title='Any Time Now...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7966472675624946827</id><published>2009-04-08T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:03:55.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm still slacking on the updates. But, the truth is, there's not much to talk about except how miserable I am right now, and how crappy my patience is. So, I've decided to spare you from most of that and only write when I have something worthwhile to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our 35 week appointment today. I've gained 5 more pounds in the last two weeks, which officially puts me in the normal weight gain range. It also means I've gained more this time than with Emma. According to my doctor, she believes Miss Hannah is already very near to 7 pounds.  She says that if I do go all the way to the May 10 due date, she could easily put on another couple of pounds. I'm not sure how I feel about the possibility of delivering a 9 pound baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not anxious about the impending arrival. Maybe I should be, but the constant back pain, and also the fact that Emma's arrival was smooth, really has me very calm about it. I just hate the waiting. I've done pretty much everything I can to get ready, so now all I have to do is wait. Patience is not my virtue. So for now, I guess I have to tough it out; I mean, what choice do I really have. From now on, we'll be going every week, so maybe I'll have more to talk about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7966472675624946827?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7966472675624946827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7966472675624946827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7966472675624946827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7966472675624946827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-8684166534112967755</id><published>2009-03-24T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:57:48.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to give everyone an update, and let you know that we're still here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eventhough&lt;/span&gt; you haven't heard from me in a while. Last week we were really busy with three different sets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house guests&lt;/span&gt;, but I must tell you, we had a blast! Emma was so happy to have some many different people around to spoil her with attention! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I were so happy to have other adults in the house! We started out with Mr. Ray, Mrs. Raye, and Landon while they had Spring Break. Oh my goodness! So much fun, and so much food! I think I ate more in those four days than I have since we moved here. They came loaded with more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; than clothes! Most of it was seafood that does not exist in this part of the world. Let me tell you, Emma was not the only one spoiled during their visit! And, I am not ashamed! They next weekend, we got to have Chad and Mr. Tommy Strickland for one night during their annual sheep finding trip. Again, Emma was so happy to see her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;! We fried fish and just hung out here because they had to leave so early Saturday morning. On Saturday, our friend Austin came over. He's working here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; at the Honda plant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marysville&lt;/span&gt; until the summer. We usually get to see him on the weekends he stays here. Emma thinks he's another one of her Uncles, and follows him around like a puppy. She can say his name right, but she tries to combine uncle and Austin into one word. It's really funny, and Austin doesn't mind. It's always funny to watch the two of them.  This coming weekend, my mama is coming for the first time! I can't wait! We're gonna pick her up from the airport Thursday afternoon and we get to have her until Tuesday! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do love having people here. It gives me something to focus on and think about rather than dwell on the time I have left before Hannah gets here. Everything up until now has flown by so fast, and now it seems to be dragging again. I know I felt the same way with Emma, but as soon as she was born, everything flew by. That's when I wish time would slow down a little. As for the little one, everything is still the same, which is good. It's all just a waiting game at this point. Only about six weeks left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-8684166534112967755?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/8684166534112967755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=8684166534112967755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8684166534112967755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8684166534112967755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-quick-update.html' title='Just a Quick Update'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7490071217345072011</id><published>2009-03-11T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:20:43.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy Week!</title><content type='html'>It seems like we've been going nonstop this week. Usually I try to limit my days out to two or three, but this week we've been out everyday, and still not done! Monday was grocery day, which is always an adventure with Emma. I usually don't go until Tuesday, but the promise of bad weather for Tuesday sent me out early. *** I have to give a great big shout out and "Thank You!" to Ms. Lydia here, because her recipe for a beef brisket made Monday night's dinner one of the best I've ever accomplished! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; very willing finished off the leftovers last night, and let me tell you I thought that was an impossible task!*** &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was my 31/32 week checkup! Everything is wonderful, and I gained several pounds in the last two weeks. I know I'm supposed to be gaining weight, and I am pleased about it, but I'm always shocked when it's more than I thought. I really do believe Miss Hannah will be bigger than her sister was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Emma's 3 year checkup. I didn't mean to wait this long to do it, but we just got sidetracked with illnesses and baby issues after her birthday that I sorta forgot. Emma is of course, growing at a rapid pace. She's 35 lbs, and 40.25 inches tall. But, I do believe this was the worst Dr. visit to date. I have never in my life seen or heard a fit like the one she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;threw&lt;/span&gt; in that exam room today. And, there were no shots involved. It was awful. I was in tears before it was over. I'll never take her to the Dr. by myself again! She has no problem with going to my doctor. She even enjoys it most of the time. But the minute they come near her, you'd think someone was being murdered. It really was that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is our Bible Study day, which we always look forward to every week. Emma gets to go with me because they have a group for the children as well. She loves it as much as I do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, we will have company! I'm so very excited! The Rays, as I call them, and Landon, are coming to visit for several days during Landon's spring break. They haven't been here yet, so we are really really looking forward to having them here. Emma will be thrilled when I tell her, but I'm not saying anything until they pull up in the driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***One more very important thing to note about this week... Tomorrow is our nephew William's first birthday! It's killing us that we are missing it, but we are so excited for him, and Justin and Sally! So, Happy Birthday sweet boy! We love you very very much, and miss you terribly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7490071217345072011?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7490071217345072011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7490071217345072011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7490071217345072011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7490071217345072011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-week.html' title='Busy, Busy Week!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-290023275305443882</id><published>2009-03-09T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:33:32.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls' Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures of the girls' rooms, finally...  I waited to put these up because Emma's new stuff came in quicker than I had anticipated.  Here's a rundown of what we've done:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daybed in the nursery was Emma's bed. We decided that we definitely needed a bed in that room because when Hannah gets here, we know we'll have a steady stream of company. Because of that, I had to rethink my crib bedding. What I had leftover from Emma was a mix of bright greens, pinks, and purples. The greens from the two beds did not match up. So, I decided to go simple. We were given the white bumper for the crib at Christmas, so I decided the best thing to do was keep the basics white, and then keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; with simple, but different sheets. There is a pale pink detail in the sheets, blankets, and changing pad. It matches the pink in the daybed comforter. The name and the curtains will pull it all together. It really has turned out better than I expected it too. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; thought that it came together better than what we saw in our minds. It's a very, very, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; room, but that's what I wanted this time. With Emma, I shied away from frilly, overly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; things; but this time, that's all I've wanted to do in there. Knowing that I'll have two little girls, who hopefully will share a room one day, has really changed the decor I gravitate towards.  The nursery is the only room in the house, besides the living room, that will be completely decorated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Emma's room, she needed a whole new setup. The bed in her room was my bed as teenager up until I moved to Jackson after we were married. It has been down in the basement since we got here. My brother loves sleeping down there because it's cooler and quiet. He'll have to join the rest of us upstairs from now on. My mama and I went on an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; mission to find the new bedding for Emma's room. She wanted us to make a big deal out of Emma's room too. I agree with that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we redid her room last year, because she has been so involved with getting ready for Hannah. She's been so excited about all of the new things we were doing, and I really didn't want her to feel left out. So, what you see in the bottom photos are Emma's new bed. It's very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; too, but I feel like it will grow with her for several years. It's got fun polka dot details, and the sheets have tiny, hot pink flowers.  Emma loves it all. It's so easy to get her excited about something new. I just hope she stays this excited when Hannah gets here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyY8H4V2I/AAAAAAAAALA/oPa7uIsvvig/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyY8H4V2I/AAAAAAAAALA/oPa7uIsvvig/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206739590797154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyYHCBzHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/REqzZppR4J8/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyYHCBzHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/REqzZppR4J8/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206725339171954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXq-4NII/AAAAAAAAAKw/f9zoP23Y2zM/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXq-4NII/AAAAAAAAAKw/f9zoP23Y2zM/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206717809767554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXBqfLQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LFYxSUSwPxE/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXBqfLQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LFYxSUSwPxE/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206706718387458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXF3K7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gjmL0-shZBQ/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyXF3K7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gjmL0-shZBQ/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206707845328274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-290023275305443882?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/290023275305443882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=290023275305443882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/290023275305443882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/290023275305443882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-rooms.html' title='The Girls&apos; Rooms'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SbUyY8H4V2I/AAAAAAAAALA/oPa7uIsvvig/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-8666090769060437449</id><published>2009-03-04T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:45:39.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Baby</title><content type='html'>So I know I've been slacking this week, but after the events of last week, I'd say things around here have been pretty uneventful. For me, that's a good thing. The biggest thing going on this week is that we finally have the nursery together! I'm so excited, and so proud of the way it's turned out! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt;, Emma, and myself, have been shopping in Columbus for the past two weekends getting the things we needed, and this week, I've slowly but surely put things where I wanted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; has been the biggest help. He hasn't complained once about anything I've asked him to do, and he gives me his honest opinions about things when I ask. All we have left to do is put together the glider and hang a few things on the wall. I'll take pictures tomorrow and show you what we have going on in there.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma has been involved in every step of this process so far. I'm really glad it turned out this way, because I know now that she really does understand what's going on around her. She's been to every doctors visit, and been on every shopping trip we've made. She has really enjoyed getting the room ready this week. She tells me every day, "Mommy, I'm ready for Hannah to be here. I want to see her." This makes me so excited! I know it will still be a shock when we bring her home, but she's already learning that she won't be the only one around anymore. We've made sure that she knows she's as much a part of this as we are, and  that she will be included no matter what. I can't wait to see the way she is with Hannah and how involved she gets. She talks about bottles and diapers and Hannah's bed all the time now. She knows that those are baby things for Hannah, and that she is a big girl who will get to help with all of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I can say with great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;certainty&lt;/span&gt; that I am much calmer this week than I was last week. You all know my slight tendency to panic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt; things.  Let's just say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over thinking&lt;/span&gt; was in overdrive last week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; has really been the biggest help and support throughout all of this. His done everything possible to help me talk through and process what's been going on. He's done whatever he could to help me around here, whether it be putting up stuff in the nursery, or cooking dinner so I don't have to. There's no way I would have made it through this pregnancy without being able to lean on him. I feel like I'm finally ready for her to be here, and I can't to begin getting to know her. I feel like I really missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; when Emma was a baby because I was always looking to the next step that we would reach. I was so worried about doing everything just right and at the right time, that I didn't really take time to enjoy those months of having a tiny baby. I'm so ready for that time again. Now that I know what to expect, and having been through it once before, I'm just ready for her to be here and really enjoy the small moments with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-8666090769060437449?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/8666090769060437449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=8666090769060437449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8666090769060437449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8666090769060437449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-ready-for-baby.html' title='Getting Ready for Baby'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7533329554625405504</id><published>2009-02-26T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:58:32.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>The test results came back negative! Big relief! I still have to stay on the new diet until I see the Dr. again in two weeks, but other than that, it's only good news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7533329554625405504?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7533329554625405504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7533329554625405504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7533329554625405504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7533329554625405504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-192643476651722290</id><published>2009-02-25T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:48:06.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glucose Test</title><content type='html'>I had the glucose tolerance test this morning. It was long, and I had no idea it involved so many needles. I won't get any results until tomorrow morning. I'll let you know tomorrow what we find out. For now, I'm going to take it easy, eat my healthy snacks, and watch all the bruises appear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-192643476651722290?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/192643476651722290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=192643476651722290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/192643476651722290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/192643476651722290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/glucose-test.html' title='Glucose Test'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7386566360179542332</id><published>2009-02-24T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:05:34.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update: 29 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went for our checkup. We're now at the point where I'm going every two weeks. I can't believe I only have, at most, 10 weeks left. I'm still not ready. I feel like I'm just as big now as I was the day Emma was born. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; seems to agree.  I'm just uncomfortable at this point. The other news, and unexpected, is that my glucose screening test came back one point from being positive for gestational diabetes. I will be retested tomorrow with the longer version, the glucose tolerance test. If this one comes back positive, they will send me to Columbus to Riverside Hospital, to meet with a specialist. Regardless of a positive or negative result, my doctor has put me on a strict diet. I will be eating from here on out as if I were diabetic. I don't think it will be difficult, it's just going to take discipline and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of getting used to. I have never in my life been told to watch what I eat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; has decided to take this challenge on with me, and he's going to give this new diet a couple of weeks. Hopefully, we'll develop some really good eating habits that we can continue after this baby is born. I don't know a whole lot more about this except the diet change. As far as I know, I won't need to do blood sugar monitoring or insulin injections. Most cases of g.d. are handled with a modified diet. I think I can handle that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better than having to prick my finger ten times a day. Otherwise, everything still looks great. The baby is growing and very strong. So, hopefully I'll have the results of this test tomorrow, and will be able to update you tomorrow night. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7386566360179542332?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7386566360179542332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7386566360179542332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7386566360179542332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7386566360179542332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-update-29-weeks.html' title='Baby Update: 29 Weeks'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-2647677948413014589</id><published>2009-02-19T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:33:46.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things...</title><content type='html'>So this list of random things keeps making its rounds on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I have yet to make one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I've been tagged to do so many times. I figured I might as well, since I'm out of things to talk about at the moment. I'm supposed to tell you 25 random things about myself. I honestly don't know if this is possible, but I will try...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Michelle is no longer my legal name. My SS card says Ellen Montgomery Hodges. When I changed my name, I didn't know I needed a court order to remove my first name and use my middle name instead. So, that's on my life's to do list. Not that I dislike Ellen, it's just that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; knows that name, and I couldn't stand to let the Montgomery go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I really really really don't like to be cold. Ironic huh, since I now live in a land of snow. My mama makes me travel with a jacket or blanket at all times of the year, because she has this slight tendency to freeze me with air conditioners in her house and car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I hate the cold, but I love winter clothes... I still haven't figured this one out yet... I guess because I do not tan well, and winter clothes only show your face. I love jackets, sweaters, scarves, knee boots, and of course, my jeans. I could, and sometimes do, wear jeans every day. I even like turtlenecks. I have a long, thin neck, and I feel like turtlenecks don't draw attention to it. I'm weird, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I got married barefoot. I was so paranoid about being taller than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; in the pictures of the ceremony, I refused to wear shoes. Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; suggested slippers, I'm not sure. Maybe they did, I don't remember. What I do remember, is my great grandmother, sitting next to my Mama, saying loudly, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikki&lt;/span&gt;! She doesn't have her shoes on!" Priceless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Speaking of being married... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I have been married 3 1/2 years, and I already have a new wedding ring. My wonderful, adorable, precious child flushed my first set DOWN THE TOILET two days before we made the trip home for Christmas. She told her Daddy she did it because Mommy put her in timeout.  My three year old understands revenge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I got to sing for my best friend Emily and her husband Matt's first dance. "At Last", Etta James. What Emily doesn't know, is that in the car, on the way to the reception, I had a major panic attack and forgot the words. I don't get much stage fright, but I did that night, because I knew everyone there, and this was kind of a big deal for her. Luckily, it went off without a hitch, and it is now one of my favorite memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My job in college was hosting karaoke at a bar in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Starkville&lt;/span&gt;. Fun job, but lots of trouble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I got my belly button pierced when I was 18. It was the most rebellious thing I could come up with at the time. I think it worked; Daddy wanted to strangle me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I took that same piercing out two years later. I'm so glad I didn't go the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; route...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love big dogs. When I say big, I mean the ones that weigh more than me. Little ones just ask to get stepped on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  I'm a ridiculously fast reader. It's too bad I can't apply that talent to anything practical...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I have the taste buds of a 3 year old when it comes to cereal. I still love my Captain Crunch! I'm trying to be more sensible though, for the sake of my unborn child; I've graduated to Honey Nut Cheerios now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I crave sweet tea everyday. I took it for granted before. In Mississippi, everyone has it. In Ohio, only McDonald's has it... sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  I love the show Kitchen Nightmares. I have no idea why, because it would make any other person sick to see what this guy finds, and then make you terrified to eat out again. I can't help it though, I've even got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; hooked now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. One of my favorite pleasures is a pedicure. I could go for one weekly. But, I hate manicures. One bad experience several years ago, and I'll never let someone do my fingernails again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I'm not a baker, but I do like to make cupcakes from a box, and then make fun colored icing. My child, and my husband enjoy them, so why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Most strangers think my mama is my sister, and that Emma is her child. I really look forward to the day those genes kick in for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  My favorite fruit flavor is watermelon, but I can't stand a real watermelon. I think it's the texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I'm the fourth of five living generations on two different sides. I think that's pretty cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I adore my brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I have scars that are his fault. He would argue against that though. He's is the funniest person I know; and Emma thinks so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I've had lots of animals over the course of my life. Not one of them has ever had the same name. I just refuse. Some have argued it didn't matter if the name was used for a different species. It matters to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I'm really running out of ideas here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I still know all the songs from the old Disney movies. Emma thinks it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; when I sing along with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  I do not have one favorite color. I go through cycles. Right now, I'm on green. Pink will probably be next when Hannah gets here, and blue always runs a close second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. This thing took the better part of the afternoon to do. I kept having to leave and come back to it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I kept running out of ideas. I really hope you find some of it slightly amusing, otherwise, this was pointless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4288609765205953123-2647677948413014589?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/2647677948413014589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=2647677948413014589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2647677948413014589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2647677948413014589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-things.html' title='25 Things...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-3934342072073642958</id><published>2009-02-17T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:26:48.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure for Homesickness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDPARENTS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandparents, better known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt;, came for a visit! They got here last Friday, and left early today. Let me tell you, it was exactly what I needed! I've really been in a funk for a while now, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; can always tell. So, on Wednesday afternoon, they called to say they would be heading my way on Thursday.  I sure hope their long drive was worth it, because it was exactly the pick me up I needed! We didn't make any big plans, or really do anything special. It was just enough to have them here. Emma was so thrilled to see them too. She managed to find a way to their room every night, and of course they wouldn't hear of anything different. She taught them her special way to play hide and seek, and I think they played at least two hours a day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; and I cooked a Valentine's dinner for the four of us; then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; fried catfish on Sunday night. Sunday afternoon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; helped me transplant my near dead herb garden into a nice pretty box. I just hope I can keep it going now that he's got me on the right track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always puts me in a special mood to be able to see Emma with them. These two amazing people have been a major and constant force throughout my entire life. It's always been a prayer and a hope that my children would get to experience them the same way that I have. No matter how old I get, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; is still going to cut my cinnamon toast into little pieces, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; is still going to try to peel my oranges. It was so awesome to see Emma get to be in that spot. She absolutely adores them, and of course they are just as crazy about her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; picks on me and tells me how spoiled I am from them, and that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I know. I'll never take it for granted either. I know how lucky I am to have them both still here, and to have so a wonderful, close relationship with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for everything! We had a blast, and it was just the treat that we all needed! We can't wait to see you again, and hopefully there will be another of us for you to meet, and no more cold! We love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt;, and Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4288609765205953123-3934342072073642958?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/3934342072073642958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=3934342072073642958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3934342072073642958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3934342072073642958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/cure-for-homesickness.html' title='The Cure for Homesickness...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-4289797211281263029</id><published>2009-02-08T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:03:21.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Babies</title><content type='html'>I know everyone has wanted pictures from Emma's birthday, and I still have every intention of posting them, but the computer hasn't liked me at all this week! All the pictures are on the desktop, but I'm having trouble getting them out of their files. I'm gonna have to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; on this ASAP. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma's birthday party was great. She had a blast and so did her little friends. We had 3 little boys and their parents over for cupcakes and ice cream. They had a great time playing and eating. She was more interested in playing with them than opening her gifts. The Papa (my daddy) made the trip up here for the party too. We were all very happy to have him here, as always! Thank you to everyone who sent cards and gifts! She has had a wonderful time this week rereading all her cards and playing with all her new toys. Her surprise from us was a fish! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I had discussed this and all we were gonna do was get a beta and a bowl. Low maintenance. So, the night before the party, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; went to get the fish. He came back with a full size aquarium... and the beta. One fish, big tank....  But, it has turned out fine, and this fish, quickly named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;, has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; to watch. Emma loves watching and feeding him,  and I even catch myself laughing at him. It was a very successful birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was our checkup with another doctor, and I've decided she's my favorite, and I'm gonna stick with her through the end. There's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; that she'll be the one to do the delivery, but I will be hoping. Everything still looks fine, and I'm still gaining weight. I had my glucose test on Thursday, and I assume it was negative, because I didn't hear anything back from it. Dr. Crockett told me they would be taking me off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; at 34 weeks (last week of March). She said the baby's lungs will be developed enough that should she be born after that, she'll be fine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I are planning to take a tour of the hospital withing the next week or so to become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt; with this hospital. I don't want to show up and not know where to go.  I've gotten to the stage where I'm uncomfortable in one position for more than about 15 minutes. Sleep is a little better because our mattress topper finally came in. My feet and legs are starting to swell if I'm out very long, but that hasn't been too bad yet. I'm pretty good at knowing how far to push it. It finally hit us today how much we have to do to get ready, and we haven't even started. I really want to have everything done before they take me off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, so I have 7 weeks to get started and done. At this point with Emma, I already had everything done but clothes washed and hung up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than all that, it's been pretty quiet around here. It was really cold this past week, but we are looking forward to a heat wave this week! All the way up to the 50s! Most of the snow is melted, and has left a muddy mess! I'm gonna keep trying with the pictures, and hopefully I'll get it worked out in the next couple of days! We hope you all have a great, warm week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-4289797211281263029?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/4289797211281263029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=4289797211281263029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4289797211281263029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4289797211281263029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthdays-and-babies.html' title='Birthdays and Babies'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-8657720750161501216</id><published>2009-01-30T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:49:39.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Girl Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just want to cry! One haircut and I have a totally different child. There is nothing baby about her anymore! I can't believe that she'll be three tomorrow! I don't know where the years went, but I really just wish that time would slow down a little. She's so big, and what's worse, she knows it! For the first time, I've resigned myself to the fact that she really does look like me now. My family says they've seen it, but I've always seen more Channing in her. This is now almost identical to what I looked like at this age. Even her hand gestures and the way she walks looks like me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQuIZYfFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y_QdxqARFXs/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQuIZYfFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y_QdxqARFXs/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297236708920163410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQt_qtflI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LtxLeeWgDA8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQt_qtflI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LtxLeeWgDA8/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297236706576924242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQttVdg9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/APuYUPLVXVY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQttVdg9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/APuYUPLVXVY/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297236701655958482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQteT5z3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ze6KQTXEiHU/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQteT5z3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ze6KQTXEiHU/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297236697622892402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I am very sad that my baby isn't a baby anymore, I do know that I don't have much longer until our new baby is here. But no matter how many kids we have, or how old she gets, she'll always be my baby; and she'll probably get tired of hearing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-8657720750161501216?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/8657720750161501216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=8657720750161501216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8657720750161501216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8657720750161501216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-girl-haircut.html' title='The Big Girl Haircut'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOQuIZYfFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y_QdxqARFXs/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-6567197018167053788</id><published>2009-01-30T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T18:38:51.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunch of Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So here are the new snow pictures I promised. I have no idea how much we ended up with, but I do know it was over 10 inches. There was probably still 6 inches on the ground from the last snow. It still looks like this outside, but we did actually have some sun today. It didn't melt anything though because we haven't made it above 20 degrees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOpSqHWWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WNek4IymkVc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOpSqHWWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WNek4IymkVc/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234426752096610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOpIjG2zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MlclM4edw1c/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOpIjG2zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MlclM4edw1c/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234424038349618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOomZpmMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ak-VvKux5BA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOomZpmMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ak-VvKux5BA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234414871877826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOoQ6LnnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ndlKHH4YHNw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOoQ6LnnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ndlKHH4YHNw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234409102745202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOn36MaSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rr4LcnoYUaE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOn36MaSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rr4LcnoYUaE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297234402391910690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are from yesterday afternoon. I decided that for her 3rd Birthday, I should go on and cut her hair. I've been avoiding it for a while now, but it finally got to the point it wasn't worth the fight anymore.  I'll post more pictures in the next post of how cute it has been today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONhXCAxiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rkUogs5Hr1c/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONhXCAxiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rkUogs5Hr1c/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297233190975489570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONhNE_fII/AAAAAAAAAJE/8E83cWjXPlM/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONhNE_fII/AAAAAAAAAJE/8E83cWjXPlM/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297233188303633538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONg-BUhbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DdeD3VdCJIA/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONg-BUhbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DdeD3VdCJIA/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297233184261703090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONg4AAtuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c3zyrKnL8_E/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONg4AAtuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c3zyrKnL8_E/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297233182645597922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONgkwlo2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MoxqQIuzEDg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYONgkwlo2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MoxqQIuzEDg/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297233177480635234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4288609765205953123-6567197018167053788?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/6567197018167053788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=6567197018167053788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6567197018167053788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6567197018167053788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/bunch-of-pictures.html' title='A Bunch of Pictures...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYOOpSqHWWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/WNek4IymkVc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-2241088035496990640</id><published>2009-01-28T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:08:03.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So this is what we woke up to this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzUhSp7zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L2Q3LVYUSTk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzUhSp7zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L2Q3LVYUSTk/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359958158896946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCnPg4WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xfRpV63vUjs/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCnPg4WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xfRpV63vUjs/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359650518688098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCm2736I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EY15qyUbegQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCm2736I/AAAAAAAAAIU/EY15qyUbegQ/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359650415599522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCE0RU2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LDSj1ZHMCj0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzCE0RU2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/LDSj1ZHMCj0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359641277616994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzB_opYQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xJsULEOf9KI/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzB_opYQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xJsULEOf9KI/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359639886684418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzBHUAG_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lR4LM0x9oTA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzBHUAG_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lR4LM0x9oTA/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296359624767708146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea how much we've had, but what I do know, is that it is still coming down. It's not supposed to let up before 3 or so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; told me he had to dig his truck out this morning and use 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wd&lt;/span&gt; to get to work. The bright side to this thing, is that we didn't get the ice that has plagued the rest of the state. I'm just glad I did all my errands yesterday. Just a little while ago, I watched the huge black lab that lives across the pond come out for his morning break. The snow was all the way up to his belly, but he didn't seem to mind at all.  Anyway, have a good day, and I hope you are all able to move about freely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-2241088035496990640?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/2241088035496990640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=2241088035496990640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2241088035496990640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2241088035496990640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SYBzUhSp7zI/AAAAAAAAAIk/L2Q3LVYUSTk/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-4748278743269856523</id><published>2009-01-22T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:44:21.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Been Gone</title><content type='html'>So I know I left the last post ended with a promise with another soon to follow.... Sorry about that...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what it's worth, I did take the snow pictures. We ended up with a foot before it quit. It finally got to the point that you really couldn't tell how much there was because everything blended together. Anyway, I did take them, and they were pretty good; then I accidentally deleted them. So typical, I know. I went through the next couple of days intending to take more pictures, but I didn't. I feel like this isn't the end of the snow, so I'll try to make up for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I got to out for our first date night since our anniversary. We had a great time. We ate dinner at a very nice seafood restaurant in Columbus, then we went to a rodeo in downtown Columbus. Apparently, this wasn't just any rodeo... This was reality rodeo. Yes, read it again... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reality rodeo&lt;/span&gt;...  I had no idea there was such a thing.  It is a new series that will be airing on Spike TV called World's Toughest Cowboy.  Now, I do not claim to be an expert on rodeos. I have seen plenty throughout the span of my life, so I do know what's going on and what a good ride should look like. But I must tell you... These guys were not that impressive. It's 12 cowboys who compete in three different events: Saddle bronc riding, bare back bronc riding, and bull riding. The horses were terrible. All the guys rode them. The only good ride we saw was the one guy who got thrown back into the gate and broke his foot and ankle the first go round. He went on to ride for the next two rounds, and won the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; for the night.  I think he was the only who actually rode a bull. Our favorite part of the whole night was the monkey who rides the border collie and herds the sheep. That monkey is 22 years old now. The next best part was at the very end when they had mutton-busting. That's sheep riding for those who don't know. We were crying we laughed so hard at those little kids.  We really did have a great time though. It was just so nice to get out and spend a few hours together just the two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, Miss Emma came down with the stomach bug. A decent trip to the ER for some good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and she was great. The worst part apart about was trying to explain to her why shouldn't she couldn't eat.  By Tuesday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; had it, and last night, I got it, on top of a sinus infection already making a problem. Needless to say, it's been a rough week.  Emma and I are much better, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; however is not. He will be seeing a doctor in the morning.  In other news, the baby checkup last week went well. I totally forgot to update everyone on it. You will all be happy to know that everyone took very good care of me while I was at home. I gained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of weight, which my doctor was thrilled about it.  The contractions are still there, but not as bad with the medication. She did tell me that they plan on taking me off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; at week 35, which will be the first week of April. She said after that, the baby will be fine if born a few weeks early. April all of a sudden seems very, very close. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do to get ready for this new baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to think about: Emma will be three next Saturday! I have no idea where three years went...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-4748278743269856523?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/4748278743269856523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=4748278743269856523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4748278743269856523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4748278743269856523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-ive-been-gone.html' title='Since I&apos;ve Been Gone'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-247014469301580327</id><published>2009-01-14T11:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:20:01.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things</title><content type='html'>So I found this on my cousin Suzanne's blog and I thought it looked fun. Just copy and paste to your own page, then bold the things you have done. Don't expect me to elaborate on some these...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*FYI* Snow post coming later. It's really piling up out there right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/ Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice...no, but i've been to venice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Read an entire book in one day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4288609765205953123-247014469301580327?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/247014469301580327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=247014469301580327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/247014469301580327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/247014469301580327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-things.html' title='100 Things'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-6743565230108809659</id><published>2009-01-12T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:42:41.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate the Snow!</title><content type='html'>So I was all excited about taking pictures of our six inches of snow this morning. I was ready to share them all with you. Then I got the forecast for tomorrow. I've decided to wait. Tomorrow, we will experience our very first Alberta Clipper. I have no idea what the significance of that is, except that we are expecting 3+ inches between the hours of 4 am and 1 pm. Oh joy! I actually have to be out in the mess tomorrow. I really thought I was doing well, being out and about today. I'll have to let you know how I do tomorrow, but I don't expect it to be good. Not only will we be getting more snow, we will begin to experience a "Polar plunge" in temperatures. On Thursday, our high is 8. Low 0. I'm preparing to become a hermit. Feel free to call and check on me, I'm sure I'll be inside. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-6743565230108809659?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/6743565230108809659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=6743565230108809659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6743565230108809659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6743565230108809659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-snow.html' title='I Hate the Snow!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-1612892316614170991</id><published>2009-01-11T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:29:04.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While I Have a Few Minutes....</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd fill you in on the new book obsession. It looks like I have a full day devoted to laundry and football.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the last post, I told you that I had started a new book series. Well, if you are one of the very few like me who hasn't already read it, I'm gonna tell you why I started. I've now read the first two books of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series, by Stephanie Meyers. I assumed it was just another fad like the Harry Potter books, but for a little bit older crowd. It got to the point that every time I got on the computer, more and more adults were reading these things too. Then I was at home, and I found out my aunt and my cousin were reading them together. When E told me she liked them, that did it for me. She and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; tastes in books and authors. I knew that I couldn't hold out any longer. My biggest problem is knowing that if I like one book, I will become obsessed until I finish them all. Knowing that there were already four of them, I was really hesitant to begin. I'm also not very fond of things that Hollywood gets involved in. I can not name one movie based on a book that was as good as the book. I can come up with a couple that were close, but no movie can capture all the emotions and detail that an author can convey. I have come to that same conclusion about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight, &lt;/span&gt;but we'll get to that in a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I got the first book, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, still skeptical on how I would respond. Now, I do love vampire stories. I was interested to see how someone could write a good vampire book for a younger crowd. I must say I was impressed. Meyers took a legend as old as time and adapted it beautifully for a new age group in a very new time. This book is a wonderful, first-love, story without the inappropriate issues. Very clean, and as innocent as possible when a vampire is involved.  I finished in less that 24 hours. Sometimes I hate how fast I read. I immediately had to have the rest. However, when I got to Barnes and Noble the next day, they only had the second one, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;, in paper back. I got it, but I knew it would take me about the same amount of time to finish that one, and I'm not really a very patient person. It did actually take me two days because of the packing and traveling. I'm not going to say much about this one, except that it is, to me, better than the first, and dives more into the complex emotions of the main character. It's more suspenseful than the first, with a much more interesting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plot line&lt;/span&gt;, and leaves you hanging at the end. I can not wait to find the next two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the movie, I think I will see it, but I'll wait until DVD release. I just cannot imagine any way that a movie could capture the emotional turmoil that constantly exists in the thoughts of the main character. But, so many people are raving about the movie as much as the book, so I'll reserve judgement until I actually see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've read these, seen the movie, or plan to do both, let me know what you think. I love comparing the different perceptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-1612892316614170991?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/1612892316614170991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=1612892316614170991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1612892316614170991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1612892316614170991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/while-i-have-few-minutes.html' title='While I Have a Few Minutes....'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-1573609569277527818</id><published>2009-01-10T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:06:04.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>So we're back, and honestly, we kinda wish we weren't. We got home yesterday afternoon, and were welcomed by about 4 inches of snow with it still coming down. The projected highs for Thursday and Friday are somewhere around 11 degrees with a low of 0. Fun stuff.  I'm just absolutely thrilled. Anyway, it is good to be back in our place. It was great to unpack all the bags and put things up for the first time in over three weeks. Emma seems glad to be back too. She has fallen back into her sleep schedule, but we are going to have a time getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accustomed&lt;/span&gt; to doing what we want her to do again. Three weeks with grandparents spoiled her just a little....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip itself, was wonderful. It was so great to be home and relax. We did a lot of bouncing around between families, but I honestly didn't mind. I told more than one person that I relaxed more the entire time I was home than I have since I moved here. We ate so much amazing food, that my scale today is hitting a number I didn't expect to see quite yet. I bet my doctor will be thrilled when she sees me on Tuesday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I didn't do any of the eating out when had planned on because everyone made sure that they had all our favorite meals every time we sat down at the table. I think we were really spoiled too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Hannah Grace had a party while we were there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing's&lt;/span&gt; family surprised with sweet little girl gifts and a beautiful cake. Santa himself came to see the rest of the kids at the end of the night. It was a great night all around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time went by much too quickly. Neither of us was ready to leave, but we were ready to unpack. We took way too much stuff with us, and came back with about three times what we took. We had to rent a U-Haul to come home. I am definitely not kidding.  The food wasn't the only thing they spoiled us with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post later about the books I read while gone, and the enlightenment we had about Miss Emma's understanding of complex concepts. Here's a clue to both: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;and Revenge....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I'll say now is that I bought into the madness, and my child is far more advanced than we thought.....  Some of the family is already familiar with the latter issue, so for the rest of you, stay tuned; it's worth the wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-1573609569277527818?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/1573609569277527818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=1573609569277527818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1573609569277527818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1573609569277527818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-3546607736363834740</id><published>2008-12-25T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:13:30.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Good morning and Merry Christmas to everyone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home, currently at #3 of the 4 places we get to celebrate. Even with the rush to see everyone, and be at all the different family gatherings, we are really, really enjoying our time home. The only problem we have is wondering how in the world we're gonna get all this stuff home. Santa must have really put in a good word for us, because I really think we've gotten WAY more than we deserve. Even Hannah has already had her first surprise party!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa did find us this morning. He came to see Emma and William here at Granny's house. Miss Emma decided 6:30 was the time she needed to be to check things out. Needless to say, an early nap will take place. It was so awesome to have the two cousins together, and to be able to be here for William's first Christmas. I have some great pictures, but they are gonna have to wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now,  Merry Christmas from the Hodges! We hope you have a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-3546607736363834740?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/3546607736363834740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=3546607736363834740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3546607736363834740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3546607736363834740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-8616729035907414363</id><published>2008-12-15T13:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:30:45.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's  a Girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, yes, I'm a little shocked. I was convinced this baby was a boy, but she is very active and healthy little girl! Everything appears to be fine and normal. She's a little bigger than the average, weighing 11 oz. right now. (Normal avg. is 8 oz) The doctor has put me on some medicine to stop the contractions, but he says that there is no indication of preterm labor. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; are just a precaution to make sure a problem does not come up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we do have a name, and the credit goes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; for this one.... Hannah Grace Hodges. He did good didn't he? Emma can say it, and she does seem excited about her new baby sister. But, she always makes sure to tell me that she is a big girl, and this is a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; and I are little nervous about the future with two teenage girls. But, I think there is a great age difference between them, and hopefully, the conflict with be minimal. Most of all though, we are just thrilled that she is healthy, and that there are no problems. We can't wait to get home and share the pictures with everyone. We have 3D pictures of her, which is something we didn't get for Emma. To me, she already looks like her sister! They have the exact same nose! And, I must say, it is a very cute nose! I would post the pictures on here if I knew how to scan them. Family, y'all are just gonna have to wait until we get home, but I promise you it will be worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who has been praying for us and for a good report. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted, and now I can focus all the good things and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for our new addition. We are so excited, and so ready to get home and enjoy our break and the holidays. I'm not sure how often, if at all, that I get to post, so to everyone, Merry Christmas!, and Happy New Year! We hope you all have a wonderful holiday with all your families, and safe travels anywhere you may go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-8616729035907414363?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/8616729035907414363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=8616729035907414363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8616729035907414363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8616729035907414363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-boy_15.html' title='Oh Boy....'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-1800652222026559887</id><published>2008-12-10T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:30:37.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Update and a Book Review</title><content type='html'>I promised an update, so here you go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, everything seems fine. I've gained weight, and I'm noticeably growing. The baby's heartbeat is strong and illusive, because this child is never still. We have a very, very active little one on our hands....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, the ultrasound has been moved up to Monday morning. There is a slight cause for concern and she wants to have things checked out before we head home. Here's the deal: I've been experiencing what seem to be contractions for about two weeks. They started out very slight and not painful at all. However, the last two days they have become painful and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accompanied&lt;/span&gt; by constant back pain. I really haven't thought much of it because I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of back trouble with Emma when I started gaining weight, and I feel this baby move all the time. The doctor is referring me to someone else Monday for his opinion, but she said this most likely just a case of me doing too much. I have been instructed not pick up Emma and keep my activity level down. She said going home should be fine, especially since we're gonna to take two days to get there.  She said the trip home may be just what I need, as long as I take it easy and let other people help with Emma as much as possible. I told her I didn't think that would be a problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't worry. If she was really concerned, they would have admitted me today and forced an ultrasound. Just pray that everything is fine, and all we see Monday is a healthy baby. With that said, we should be home sometime Wednesday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, for the book you all must read. I'm sure you've seen the commercials for the movie Marley and Me. I've heard about this book off and on for a couple of years, but never got around to getting it. I got it yesterday, and just finished it. This book is wonderful! In case you don't know, it's the story of a young couple and their highly rambunctious, non obedient lab. Even if you aren't a dog lover, you should read this book. I have laughed and cried all at once. So much of it reminds me of my many years with a canine companion.  This is an easy, relaxing read, perfect for the holiday break. I always like to read books before the movie comes out. That way you know how the story is supposed to go, and not how Hollywood thinks it should go. I can't imagine the movie being any better than this, but I would like to see it, just to see what they did with it. If you read it, or have already read it, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more quick thing... My friend Nikki and her husband Nate are in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; right now on a vision trip for Mission To the World. She will be updating her blog while there, so check it out, and keep them in your prayers as well. This trip has been in the making for two years, and they feel that this is the place they are called to serve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Official countdown...6 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-1800652222026559887?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/1800652222026559887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=1800652222026559887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1800652222026559887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/1800652222026559887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-and-book-review.html' title='The Update and a Book Review'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-4649958662704760909</id><published>2008-12-10T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:12:44.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure for a Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d88206f849d7e8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d88206f849d7e8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331917382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3734039D0D98B05FE2151BEE98E31E5D0B528789.5A2BFC07AC70BE0E6DAED3B237716D207BE22A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d88206f849d7e8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt9VjBKmjuR9sGEuyRRM3yM9GuBU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d88206f849d7e8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331917382%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3734039D0D98B05FE2151BEE98E31E5D0B528789.5A2BFC07AC70BE0E6DAED3B237716D207BE22A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d88206f849d7e8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dt9VjBKmjuR9sGEuyRRM3yM9GuBU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did! Channing forwarded that to me this morning and I had to share it with you! I hope it made you smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a checkup today, so I'll try to post later and let you know the updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-4649958662704760909?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d88206f849d7e8f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/4649958662704760909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=4649958662704760909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4649958662704760909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/4649958662704760909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/12/cure-for-bad-day.html' title='The Cure for a Bad Day'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-5426746613594177780</id><published>2008-12-05T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:28:30.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>I've totally been slacking in the picture department these days. Because I have so many new ones, I put them all in albums on my Facebook page. Here are the links:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142636&amp;amp;id=26501265&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142636&amp;amp;id=26501265&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142634&amp;amp;id=26501265"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2142634&amp;amp;id=26501265&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One album is from our trip to the zoo the night after Thanksgiving, and the other is from Louisville. I hope you enjoy them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-5426746613594177780?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/5426746613594177780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=5426746613594177780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5426746613594177780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5426746613594177780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7952615562571854742</id><published>2008-11-30T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:07:24.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Holiday Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a great, long, Thanksgiving weekend! I hope you did too!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; had Wednesday off, so it was nice to spend the day together, just the three of us. Daddy and C.J. got here early that evening, and the fun began.  This was the first time they got to be here longer than one day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; cooked dinner that night, because I was tired of cooking after prepping all the stuff for Thursday. Emma was so excited to have visitors that she never got quiet or still until we sent her to bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got up Thursday to get ready for dinner that afternoon. Earlier in the week we had decided to have dinner with one of the families of a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; works with. They had no company, and had decided not to travel for this holiday either. Daddy and I did most of the cooking, and took everything over there. Their kitchen could easily swallow mine. We had a really good time, and the food was great. Daddy was highly impressed with my greatly improved cooking skills. I didn't mess up one single thing!  I was kinda proud of me too! Daddy did the turkeys. He fried two of them, and they were amazing. It's my favorite way to have a turkey, and the other family also seemed to enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was spent mostly laying around the house. We did get out and all go to the Columbus Zoo Friday to see their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wildlights&lt;/span&gt; exhibit. I think every other family in Ohio was there too. I really enjoyed it. I think it was a little overwhelming for Emma, and difficult because of the crowds, but it was totally worth it to see her on the carousel again. We have a ton of pictures, but I haven't gone through them yet. It was pretty cold. but Emma and I were very bundled up. The boys didn't think they were gonna need the extra layers. I'm glad I had mine on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a lazy day. The guys cooked again last night from the care package the Ray's sent us. It was a very large cooler full of all kinds of good stuff. Things we could never get here. I literally jumped up and down when we opened it.  Daddy and C.J. left early this morning.  We already miss them. But, now I've started my countdown... 19 days until we get to come home!  We can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7952615562571854742?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7952615562571854742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7952615562571854742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7952615562571854742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7952615562571854742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-holiday-weekend.html' title='Our Holiday Weekend'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-2725275542502057205</id><published>2008-11-17T15:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:10:44.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Look at what we woke up to this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbyxVuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WlXJ9LO-WAE/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbyxVuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WlXJ9LO-WAE/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734704284572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbyrP5e-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q26mXcxLWH8/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbyrP5e-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Q26mXcxLWH8/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734702649539554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, it didn't last long. It was all melted by 9 am. But, the noon weather report said we would get some more.  The snow started back about 1 pm. I stood in the window for a long time, just watching. I took these next pictures over the span of about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbx2Q0UII/AAAAAAAAAHM/fG6nXdKoAD4/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbx2Q0UII/AAAAAAAAAHM/fG6nXdKoAD4/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734688426315906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbxqQRFyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8bwlqxpDObE/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbxqQRFyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8bwlqxpDObE/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734685202781986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbxVKu9wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EnsX5A8BYcU/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbxVKu9wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EnsX5A8BYcU/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734679542429442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHacoDf8dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aWpIjUqk5Bs/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHacoDf8dI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aWpIjUqk5Bs/s400/049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269733224323477970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHacTM-XvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yx4w92hrOik/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHacTM-XvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Yx4w92hrOik/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269733218726076146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what it looks like now, after it has quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHab5hg9dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1thEqNTl234/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHab5hg9dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/1thEqNTl234/s400/056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269733211832907218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHablKlS6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lXy9yL1vC5Y/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHablKlS6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/lXy9yL1vC5Y/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269733206368013218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHabfBO0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jtRlGQ675k8/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHabfBO0mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jtRlGQ675k8/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269733204718178914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Watching it was pretty amazing. I don't know that I've ever seen snow fall like that. I opened our sliding door to take the pictures. It was so quiet. No loud noise like rain or sleet. Complete silence.  For those of you wondering, no, we will not be playing in the snow today, or for a few days. Emma came back from Louisville with a really bad cold, and I'm not letting her out of the house for a while. I'll try to post pictures from the weekend later tonight, or in the morning. We had a blast. I just wanted to share our first snow with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-2725275542502057205?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/2725275542502057205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=2725275542502057205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2725275542502057205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/2725275542502057205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-what-we-woke-up-to-this-morning.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SSHbyxVuHDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WlXJ9LO-WAE/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7105657413306253589</id><published>2008-11-08T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:35:05.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Things Continued...</title><content type='html'>4.  I would like to tell you more about my Emily. When I stated that we were nerds, I want to be sure you understand how true this statement is. Before either of us became social creatures with the outside worlds, our weekends consisted of one thing: private pajama parties. Private, only because I don't think there was anyone else we could have invited. They began every Friday immediately after school, and usually at my house because we were closer to town. Keep in mind, I was driving, so it's not like we were 10, I was at least 15. The first thing we did was  put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;. The next major event involved riding to town to find dinner. And no, one fast food place would not do. We went to Wendy's for burgers, Burger King for fries, and Sonic for drinks.  It's no wonder my mother was so worried about my social well being. We would end things at Blockbuster where we would pick two movies, and then head back to my house for an evening of food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a small fact that I believe redeems us slightly: We both showed 4-H animals. For us, that month of shows was the highlight of our year. When we were away from our schools, and around these people all gathered with similar purposes, we were quite the social butterflies. I lived for those three weeks every year. We were cool people there, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; else in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; lives knew that. Again, I say my best times always involved sheep; and Emily.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I have colored my hair once in my life: last night. And this morning there was an emergency trip to a salon to get it fixed. I'll never do it again, ever. I must say though, the end result is not half bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I most likely would not have even given the post a second thought if it hadn't come from Nikki. But because I know her, she would have bothered me until I did it, or at least acknowledged it. So, Nikki, this is for you. We miss you, and don't tag me again for another year! See you at Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7105657413306253589?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7105657413306253589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7105657413306253589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7105657413306253589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7105657413306253589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-things-continued.html' title='Six Things Continued...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-3727993108399586624</id><published>2008-11-06T20:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:15:53.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Things</title><content type='html'>So Nikki gave me a stupid blog award. I think she did it just to aggravate me.  Anyway, the people that get "tagged" have to write six random things about themselves. That's a fabulous idea for interesting people, but not so much for me. The problem is, there isn't much people don't know about me. I'm pretty much an open book. If you get to know me just a little bit, I'll tell you my life story. So sorry for those of you that have had to sit through it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it; I like to talk. I'll pretty much talk to anyone who will listen. I think that's why I have a hard time doing a regular blog update. Blank screens are not all that engaging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna give this "six things" a try; sorry if you've already heard some of them before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I have a scar at the top of my nose, next to my left eye. It's a war wound from one of the many battles with my "little" brother. Now you're gonna get the story... I was in the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I think I was 13, he was 11.  Growing up, we always had 4-H livestock animals, sheep in particular. One chilly Saturday morning, we were out feeding and fighting, as usual, over who had to do what. I was still the bigger of us at that point, and I frequently used that advantage.  Somewhere in the process of pouring feed into troughs I kicked him. I have no idea why. He left the pen and proceeded to throw the feed can at me. Now, the feed can was an old, rusty Folgers coffee can. One of the smaller ones I think. My brother played baseball, so he had a decent aim. Not that day. Because of the height of the fence, he had to throw the can up and over. I naturally ducked to miss it, but I heard the can hit the top of the fence. Feeling sure that I was safe, I looked up. And it hit me right between the eyes. If there had been witnesses, I'm sure they would have been laughing. It had to look like some kind of cartoon. When I finally got back on my feet and moved my hands from my face, he went to screaming like a little girl. Apparently I had blood everywhere. He ran back to the house so fast he left a trail of dust. I was in no such hurry. I knew what fate awaited us when Mama saw what happened. 8 am on a Saturday morning was not the best time to inform that a trip to the emergency room was necessary. The rest is history. Only four stitches and an embarrassing story because I started it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I am ridiculously naive when it comes to the fate of my animals.  There are an immense amount of stories that were told to me instead of the truth. For example; I believed the first horse we had ran away to the circus. She was a very old gray mare that my Daddy had for some time. I don't really remember much about her except that one day she wasn't there. Of course the only logical thing to tell a small child is that she ran away. I believed it for years. My favorite, however, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; when I was eight. I had just completed my first year in the 4-H livestock program. (my best stories always revolve around sheep)  For those of you that don't know, a majority of these project animals are raised for market purposes and are sold at the end of the last show. I didn't know that then. My sweet, sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pawpaw&lt;/span&gt; got me out of the barn before the animals were loaded on trucks. I was completely distraught over having to leave my first lambs, but he reassured me that they would be fine. My sweet little lambs were going to be with a man in Arkansas who needed sheep to eat the weeds out of cotton fields. I've since learned that I am not the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;granddaugther&lt;/span&gt; to fall for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I ran over my best friend's brand new car.  This is Emily's favorite story to tell about me. Contrary to popular belief, Emily and I were major nerds back in the day. I had just finally started attending weekend social events about the time she started driving. She just had to come out and show off the car, and I just had to take her to one of the "get-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;" and show her what we were missing. In all the excitement that is a girl's first night to "go out", I forgot where she was parked. As I was backing out the driveway and asking her which perfume was better, I backed into her car. I thought her dad would never forgive me. But, not to be outdone, Emily decided she had to put her own mark on it the next night. She managed to go up an embankment, take out a barbed wire fence, and let out some cows. That car never stood a chance. By the time we got done with it, the rear view mirror was literally strung up with neon green yarn. I wish I had a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, there's three... I'll think about another three for tomorrow. Please don't laugh at me too much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-3727993108399586624?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/3727993108399586624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=3727993108399586624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3727993108399586624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3727993108399586624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/11/six-things.html' title='Six Things'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-8943761882727384584</id><published>2008-11-03T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:59:03.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Is it really November? How did we get here so quick? I feel like we just had Christmas.... &lt;div&gt;I swear I don't know where the days go anymore...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a decently active weekend. Friday night was Halloween; but you already knew that. Since we went trick or treating last weekend, we didn't go Friday night. She did get dressed up to help me with candy though. I think she would have slept in that dress if we had let her.  Saturday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; took me shopping for maternity clothes. Yeah, only 13 weeks, and I already need clothes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; finds this very amusing; me, not so much. While I am very glad that losing weight has not been an issue this time, I did not expect this kind of gain either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week will be busy as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; leaves Sunday afternoon for a week in Michigan. Monday through Wednesday are three consecutive days of doctor visits for me and Emma. Fun stuff. Thursday Emma and I will head to Louisville for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NAILE&lt;/span&gt;.  I cannot even tell you how excited I am.  I've been trying to get them to take this trip for two years. It's finally happening! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; will fly in Friday night from Michigan, so he'll get to see this for the first time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's all for now... Just enjoying our last week of decent weather before the bottom falls out next week. I'll let you know if I survive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4288609765205953123-8943761882727384584?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/8943761882727384584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=8943761882727384584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8943761882727384584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/8943761882727384584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-5102554281600791066</id><published>2008-10-31T17:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:42:39.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>I believe that this is the first time in my life that I've ever enjoyed/been excited about Halloween. Here's why...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SQt7Bxg-UWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NK51B1zN7qI/s320/DSCF0072.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263435859914281314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SQt7BT-DKpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/btbpRQTrRhk/s320/DSCF0047.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263435851983170194" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SQt6dv4Cz6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/2ZYGahHpg1c/s320/DSCF0073.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263435240998883234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the first year she's dressed up and gone trick or treating.  Needless to say, she's loved every bit of it.  Family, let me know if you want me to email these to you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and on the first picture, please notice the purple shoes that don't match... She wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween!&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/4288609765205953123-5102554281600791066?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/5102554281600791066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=5102554281600791066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5102554281600791066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/5102554281600791066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfBEt-o--Rc/SQt7Bxg-UWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NK51B1zN7qI/s72-c/DSCF0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-6550863956768429029</id><published>2008-10-22T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:41:13.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball...</title><content type='html'>I'm bored... I'm trying to act like I'm not though... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game 1 of the World Series just came on. If you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt;, you know that he has an unhealthy obsession with all things baseball. He's trying to pass it on to the rest of the family.  I indulge him most of the time. It's fun to cheer for the team he's not, and to ask all kinds of pointless questions throughout the game. As it stands, I'm the Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; fan around here, and he's die hard Yankees. It has been a very interesting season. First, a major win in my column when the Yanks didn't even make the post season. First time in 13 years. (this fact according to my husband) Because of this, the duration of Division playoffs was spent with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; taunting me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;, and him cheering for the Rays.  They won, but not after an impressive comeback attempt by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;. I think I watch too much baseball....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now, and possible the next week, we'll be watching the World Series. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; is cheering for the Rays, and I'm still on the fence. I'll probably lean that way too, but I'm afraid it would give him too much satisfaction. Let's keep that between us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-6550863956768429029?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/6550863956768429029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=6550863956768429029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6550863956768429029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/6550863956768429029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/baseball.html' title='Baseball...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-3588351724212867430</id><published>2008-10-21T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:47:53.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside!</title><content type='html'>Ever since we first started discussing a move to the North, my one, constant fear has been of the winter.  Well, the fall is not much fun here either.... Guess what the high temp for today was.... 54! 54 degrees, with a wind that was brutal! We have our first freeze warning in effect for tonight. Those of you that know me are very familiar with my hatred of cold weather. This place is not helping! Even Emma isn't very fond of it at the moment. But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; loves it. I don't understand why... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, my neighbors, and Emma's best friend, are leaving us at the end of the week and migrating South for the winter. They won't be back until May. I almost asked if they would take me with them, but I have to have a baby around that time. Emma is going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; when she realizes that her best buddy isn't around.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. I hope y'all are enjoying your weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-3588351724212867430?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/3588351724212867430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=3588351724212867430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3588351724212867430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3588351724212867430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7645877923789889272</id><published>2008-10-19T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:53:55.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Know...</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been home for a week now, and I have to admit, while we were home, I got used to not checking a computer for days at a time. I've let that new habit take over this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was wonderful! It was so good to see everyone and not feel rushed about getting home; but, three weeks is a long time to be away. It might not have been so long if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; had been with us, so we'll test that theory out in December.  We'll be there for three weeks, but this time we'll all be together.  Emma is still not adjusted to the time change again, but she's getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have to travel anymore for a while, so that will her help her get back in a groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we have coming up is a trip to Louisville, KY for the N.A.I.L.E, aka the North American International Livestock Exposition. (I prefer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NAILE&lt;/span&gt;) This is one of the largest livestock shows, rodeo, and trade shows in the world. I've been once before, when I was younger and had the opportunity to show there.  It is still one of my favorite memories. The Who's Who of the livestock world will be there. I'm particularly excited about the opportunity to meet some of the top sheep breeders in the nation. Lucky for me, I have some really good connections. I'm very excited about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Channing&lt;/span&gt; getting to see this. He's heard all our stories from our first trip, so now he'll get to see it with me, from a spectators perspective.  We'll be doing this the second weekend in November. We'll be meeting up with Mama and Chad, and one of my favorite showman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of a baby update...&lt;br /&gt;We had our check up this past Wednesday. The doctor pushed my due date back to May 10. She said she had expected this because of the low hormone levels in the beginning. We heard a heartbeat for the first time.  Emma was super excited about that. Overall, things look good. I've already gained a little bit of weight.  That's always a plus with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I go... &lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to customize my blog with layouts from a different site. If you know me, you probably know this is beyond my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cp&lt;/span&gt; skills. If anyone has any suggestions or tips, I would appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7645877923789889272?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7645877923789889272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7645877923789889272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7645877923789889272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7645877923789889272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know, I Know...'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-3426301503062425046</id><published>2008-10-02T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:44:21.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI....</title><content type='html'>In case you're new to our blog and want to do some catching up, the old blog will be up for a little while longer... michelleandchanning.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-3426301503062425046?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/3426301503062425046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=3426301503062425046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3426301503062425046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/3426301503062425046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/fyi.html' title='FYI....'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288609765205953123.post-7512979361873716386</id><published>2008-10-01T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:48:57.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our New Blog!</title><content type='html'>I hope I haven't confused everyone with the move. So many of the blogs I read every day are on blogspot, so I decided to switch over.  I haven't done everything I want to it yet, but I'm sure it's gonna take me a while to figure everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, Emma and I are still in Mississippi. We've been at the Mimi's house this week, where preparations for the State Fair are in full swing.  We move the lambs to the fairgrounds on Friday and show Saturday afternoon. The Fair was the original reason for our trip, but Channing's trip to Mexico got us here early. Speaking of Channing, he's currently on his way to Michigan to spend several days there, so the timing for this trip home was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip so far has been wonderful! We spent our first week in Greenwood at the Papa's house. While we were there, we took in some high school football, and I must say, I think I see some cheer leading in my future! I wish I had pictures! Emma loved every bit of the game. She clapped, yelled, danced, cheered, and entertained the  entire section we were sitting in.  On top of all that, it was a very exciting game, won at the buzzer by Pillow with an amazing field goal. I  hated to see the night end, especially since this is the last game we'll get to see this year.  Our trip is now half over. We'll be leaving next Friday, but there is still lots for us to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a pregnancy update:  Since the doctor's visit, I've already gained six pounds! This is a big change from last time, since I only lost weight the first three months. I haven't been as sick this time, but it's not been easy either.  I have to eat every couple of hours to keep from being sick, which probably explains the weight gain. I'll go back to the doctor a few days after we get home.  Other than that, I guess things are pretty normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4288609765205953123-7512979361873716386?l=michellehodges.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/feeds/7512979361873716386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4288609765205953123&amp;postID=7512979361873716386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7512979361873716386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4288609765205953123/posts/default/7512979361873716386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellehodges.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-our-new-blog.html' title='Welcome to Our New Blog!'/><author><name>The Hodges Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02027060931767176352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
