<?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-605452387781418671</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:25:18.832-07:00</updated><category term='Husband'/><category term='webcam'/><category term='neat things'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Would anyone like some fish?'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Jacob'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Mooney Gang</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5423362820056288223</id><published>2010-02-23T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:48:02.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reflecting Through the Cycles of Life.</title><content type='html'>Lately , I've been thinking about the four seasons of weather. I have been reflecting on how each one effects us differently. Take right now for instance, it is in the middle of winter and I am couped up in the house going stir crazy ,while my three year old runs around like a maniac. I think to my self, I can't wait for summer, that way we can get out of the house and play outside and take Jacob swimming and down to the park.&lt;br /&gt;   Then I reflect on spring. Spring comes and I am so excited to see the longer days and the snow melt.I get excited to see little flowers pop their delicate heads through the snow. While spring is here, I think of the muddy sidewalks and driveways, and hope I don't have to push a stuck car out of the mud in my Sunday clothes. I don't know if it really is going to stay warm  Will we get another snow storm that is going to kill those cute little flowers. When the trees finally show the bright lime green that is so fresh, all I want , is for it to never end. As soon as I start to  notice it , it is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;               Summer comes around staring out chilly , I wish it could be warmer. As the days roll by, the sunburns and bee stings and humid weather remind me why I don't really like summer. Just when I am starting to get use to the warm weather and all that it has to offer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           It begins to change as it gets windier and the trees change color. I love the crisp smell of the air and the sound of rustling leaves as I walk but as the days get colder, I want summer back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           The first day it snows, I am excited to see it. To remember long winter days fill of making crafts and holidays and family time together. It only seems as if the first few times it snows it is neat . Then after two months of constant snow, I want it to be warmer.&lt;br /&gt;            As I reflect how all of the seasons and how they make me feel, I am learning that  life is full of memories in these four seasons, and as the seasons pass I grow older and my life continues on. Jacob is three and growing to fast. I need to enjoy the excuse he gives me to enjoy each season as a child enjoys them for what they are.If you see a grown woman going sled riding with out a child, it seems kinda freaky. But Jacob is the best way I can still have fun like a child but grownup, (adult supervision). When I am old with white hair and can't bend down without my hips popping, I want to look back on the different seasons of my life and remember all the wonderful moments that each of them held. So now instead of looking forward to the next season, I am going to look toward the here and now and think, what kind of fun can I have today with my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5423362820056288223?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5423362820056288223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5423362820056288223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5423362820056288223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5423362820056288223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflecting-through-cycles-of-life.html' title='Reflecting Through the Cycles of Life.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1178170272065338962</id><published>2010-02-18T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:17:59.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><title type='text'>It's The Little Stuff That  Counts.</title><content type='html'>My husband usually has to work in the Mornings and he somehow always makes my day, even if he is not home. When he had his cell phone, he would text me the sweetest notes to tell me he loves me, well this morning I got up, did work around the house and went to eat my breakfast and work on the computer, I turned on the monitor and this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/S31naZaOcnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N-QC3t4BtuY/s1600-h/J+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/S31naZaOcnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N-QC3t4BtuY/s320/J+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439617628128572018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know that to many people it wouldn't seem like a big deal but to me it's major. I adore when he does the smallest little things to tell me he loves me. It feels me with joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1178170272065338962?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1178170272065338962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1178170272065338962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1178170272065338962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1178170272065338962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-little-stuff-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s The Little Stuff That  Counts.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/S31naZaOcnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/N-QC3t4BtuY/s72-c/J+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-8665400656216784680</id><published>2010-02-15T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:45:53.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sometimes It Is The Player and Not The Instrument.</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was so excited, I got new sheet music for my flute. I was really excited to play cause I haven't been able to play for a while ,because I got my wisdom teeth out. Well I warmed up fine and when I went to play ,it sounded as if my flute couldn't make the high notes correctly. I checked over my flute at least twenty times and couldn't put my finger on what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;  I began to think about anything that could of happened to my flute since I've played it last. I had nothing, then I thought what is the difference between than and now. I then realized that I was two teeth less and to play the higher notes I had to press in my cheeks harder cause there were no teeth back there. Once I did that my flute played perfectly. So I realized that sometimes it is not the object that has the problem but the handler. Boy did I feel like a ditz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8665400656216784680?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8665400656216784680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8665400656216784680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8665400656216784680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8665400656216784680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/sometimes-it-is-player-and-not.html' title='Sometimes It Is The Player and Not The Instrument.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1203840178652755530</id><published>2010-02-12T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:02:58.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Things to learn about Me.</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you wash in the shower? My Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Most definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits? when getting ready for church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the closest thing to you that’s red? my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe the last dream you remember having? Jeff and I had a little girl that was a redhead, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now? Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss? Yes, before I go to the dentist, or when something is stuck between teeth, I am trying to do it more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Patch kids&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional? Depends on the matter at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? no I have more important things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? Ice cream cones, lick. Bowl of ice cream bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself? yes, how can anyone like me if I can't like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Ok, I wouldn't know what talk about.&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now? Ernie singing on sesame street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict? My mom VERY strict when I was younger, but not so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? Yeeesss, but I can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you are in? my glitter lava lamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited? None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call? no that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train? does the train at the zoo and amusment parks count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?Both as long as there cooked.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick? yes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun? No, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks? Yes, but not with rice, I don't even like rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight? My hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving? Depends on the person and the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is/are your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? Maybe comming to my house to eat chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs? They smell like cheese puffs when they are being baked so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried? a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked? to co-worker: are those burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year? Spring and Autmn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall? Yes, in the dark and laughed my rear end off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought? Irish Cd's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter? I think that the inside of one's mind is as important as what they look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now? yes, I love my hubby so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on? no it's waste of eletricity.&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth? Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision? I can see, good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? I dislike  3 people, hate 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone? when someone calls me, but I like harrassing my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with? My hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing? clothes why do you want to know you stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is your favorite animal? KItty cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What was the most recent thing you bought? Orange Juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1203840178652755530?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1203840178652755530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1203840178652755530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1203840178652755530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1203840178652755530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-to-learn-about-me.html' title='Things to learn about Me.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-4201031903524224282</id><published>2010-02-08T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:05:57.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Feeling of Spring.</title><content type='html'>I know that it is only February, but I have a boost of knowing spring is on the way. In the apartment where I live, in the summer, the sun constantly pours through my windows. In the morning, it pours through my east windows and in the evening , the sun pours through my west windows. The only drawback is when we want to watch TV in the evening and can't cause we get blinded. For the past two days I have woken up to come down stairs and get blinded with sun in my kitchen. So I know spring is on the way. I am happy cause two words, LILAC SEASON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4201031903524224282?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4201031903524224282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4201031903524224282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4201031903524224282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4201031903524224282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-of-spring.html' title='The Feeling of Spring.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-4312977046799536004</id><published>2010-02-04T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:04:55.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>First Visit to the Dentist.</title><content type='html'>Today Febuary 4,2010, marks the first day that Jacob went to the the dentist ever. I was worried that he wasn't going to be good and not let them clean his teeth. wow was I surprised how well Jacob did. He now has 20 teeth and has a really cool marker toothbrush, a new container of playdough, stickers, and new flossers. He was VERY well behaved and was an excellent patient. I was proud when the dentist told me that Jacob has really nice teeth. My baby has NO cavities! I wanted to get pictures of him and the dentist but while he was getting his teeth cleaned, I was getting mine done as well. I can't believe Jacob is already three and has twenty teeth. I remember when we found his very first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/S2u04u58ttI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rG8XrD4QZsI/s1600-h/my+birthday+and+christmas2009+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/S2u04u58ttI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rG8XrD4QZsI/s320/my+birthday+and+christmas2009+184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434636262109394642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4312977046799536004?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4312977046799536004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4312977046799536004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4312977046799536004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4312977046799536004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-visit-to-dentist.html' title='First Visit to the Dentist.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/S2u04u58ttI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rG8XrD4QZsI/s72-c/my+birthday+and+christmas2009+184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-6645058740701239051</id><published>2010-01-27T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:35:05.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Two Upper Wisdom Teeth are No more!</title><content type='html'>Today I got my wisdom teeth pulled! I did it. I was so scared and terrified that it was going to hurt really bad. Well the Dentist was VERY nice and explained everything that was happening. I couldn't believe that after about ten minutes, the dentidt looked at me and said that I was all done! I couldn't believe how quick it took him to get them out. I had a numb mouth for half the day and have been putting ice on it since the novacane wore off. So only one or two more days of soft foods and then I can eat normally again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-6645058740701239051?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/6645058740701239051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=6645058740701239051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6645058740701239051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6645058740701239051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-two-upper-wisdom-teeth-are-no-more.html' title='My Two Upper Wisdom Teeth are No more!'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-6587790423714012371</id><published>2010-01-26T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:56:28.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I am getting my wisdom teeth removed!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning at 10;30 in the morning I am getting my two upper wisdom teeth removed. Two weeks ago I went to the dentist with the worst toothach I've ever had. the dentist said that it was an abcess on my wisdom tooth and it needed to come out. I have been on antibiotics for the last week and barely eating anything cause I can't chew.Well tomorrow morning I am getting them pulled and I am SO Scared. Please pray for me cause I have a feeling I will be crying when I enter the dentist office. Please pray that everything is going to be ok. I will let you know how it goes. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-6587790423714012371?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/6587790423714012371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=6587790423714012371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6587790423714012371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6587790423714012371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-getting-my-wisdom-teeth-removed.html' title='I am getting my wisdom teeth removed!'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-3063259869577761838</id><published>2009-10-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:02:01.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Jacob's New Favorite Game</title><content type='html'>Jacob got his first board game this Saturday from his Nanie, [Angelica's Mom Becky) So far he has played it at least four times a day with Jeff and I and many times by him self. I realize why preschoolers love it and why teachers do to. I've noticed that his counting ability has gotten much better. Thank you very much Becky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SuZwevKLgLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FSY5qW248oU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SuZwevKLgLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FSY5qW248oU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397124876807667890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-3063259869577761838?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/3063259869577761838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=3063259869577761838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3063259869577761838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3063259869577761838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacobs-new-favorite-game.html' title='Jacob&apos;s New Favorite Game'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SuZwevKLgLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/FSY5qW248oU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5360420967739931816</id><published>2009-10-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:13:05.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>You can learn Someting New every day!</title><content type='html'>Today I was at Grandma Mooney's house and Julie and Grandma and I where talking about age. Then they where talking about how when people get old sometimes they get crotchety. Dad said he is just a crotchety old man. I said no your not. I then said "Isnt that when people smell like there crotch?'" Grandma, Julie and Dad all started to laugh so hard that Julie turned purple. Grandma then explained that Crotchety meant cranky. Boy did I feel about ten inches tall. It is surprising how you can learn something new everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5360420967739931816?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5360420967739931816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5360420967739931816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5360420967739931816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5360420967739931816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-can-learn-someting-new-every-day.html' title='You can learn Someting New every day!'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-7382382030667445628</id><published>2009-06-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:10:48.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I wish all of this pain would go Away</title><content type='html'>For the last six months I have been having pain in my lower abdomin. I so far had had, two sonograms, a cat scan and an emergency room visit. They said the reason why I am in so much pain lately is because I have ovarian cysts that are bursting inside of me. Today I went again to see the doctor.  In two weeks they are going to give me another sonogram. They want to maybe do a laproscope to see if I have endometreosis. The doctor also thinks I have a GI problem too. When I went to the Emergency room they told me to take pain killers for the pain, well the pain killers don't even help. &lt;br /&gt;   When the doctor pushed down on my abdomen today it hurt so bad I was crying and eversince the pain has not gone away. Jacob is so active and wants to run and play but all I can do is watch from the sidelines. It hurts when I walk, stand for long periods of time, or go up the stairs.I just want all the pain to stop and so I can take Jacob to the park and Clean my house with out any repercussions. &lt;br /&gt;   I will try to keep you updated as I find out more from the doctors and the test they run on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-7382382030667445628?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/7382382030667445628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=7382382030667445628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7382382030667445628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7382382030667445628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-all-of-this-pain-would-go-away.html' title='I wish all of this pain would go Away'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-8120752615219738515</id><published>2009-05-19T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:29:49.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My are they getting big</title><content type='html'>I got to see Maliya over Easter and boy is she getting big. The cutest thing is that when I would talk to her, she would listen very intently. I love her so very much. Jacob is getting bigger every day. Some of his new favorite sayings are tarter&lt;br /&gt;sauce and "I Can't Take any more of this." He has more energy now then ever before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLZ2DxzIdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dgoWVtULaMo/s1600-h/spring+2009+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLZ2DxzIdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dgoWVtULaMo/s320/spring+2009+067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337568031137800658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLbS1NypgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/haUBzU2l2fg/s1600-h/spring+2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLbS1NypgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/haUBzU2l2fg/s320/spring+2009+112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337569624956511746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLczVSHHzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NJv5Y7HYxg4/s1600-h/spring+2009+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLczVSHHzI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NJv5Y7HYxg4/s320/spring+2009+113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337571282832006962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLeT4XfsxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5s_5xQNue_Y/s1600-h/spring+2009+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLeT4XfsxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/5s_5xQNue_Y/s320/spring+2009+114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337572941517271826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8120752615219738515?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8120752615219738515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8120752615219738515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8120752615219738515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8120752615219738515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-are-they-getting-big.html' title='My are they getting big'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/ShLZ2DxzIdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dgoWVtULaMo/s72-c/spring+2009+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-2812859748801289897</id><published>2009-02-10T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:29:21.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Please Pray For Emily and Damon</title><content type='html'>Emily, my sister in law, went to her prenatal visit to make sure everything is ok with their baby. At five in the afternoon today, Emily is going into the hospital to be induced. They could not find a heartbeat on her baby girl. Please pray for Emily, she was only 17 weeks pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-2812859748801289897?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/2812859748801289897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=2812859748801289897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2812859748801289897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2812859748801289897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-pray-for-emily-and-damon.html' title='Please Pray For Emily and Damon'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1123537238895953077</id><published>2008-12-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:43:44.531-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My New Baby Niece</title><content type='html'>Today I got a call from My mom and sister. My Sister HAD HER BABY LAST NIGHT AT 4:11 IN THE MORNING. Her name is Maliya Grace. She is five weeks prememie, So she only weights 4 pounds 15 ounces and She is 19 inches long. I am so happy that both my sister and Maliya are doing good. Maliya is in the nicu but she is very healthy. When I get pics I will blog them. This is the coolest birthday present in the world.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1123537238895953077?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1123537238895953077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1123537238895953077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1123537238895953077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1123537238895953077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-to-my-new-baby-niece.html' title='Happy Birthday To My New Baby Niece'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-2222201455166210441</id><published>2008-11-18T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:31:55.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>I found out what the rash was on Jacob</title><content type='html'>Well today I took Jacob to the doctors for his exam for wic and asked the doctor about this rash that Jacob has had on his back for about a month. Well I found out that Jacob has shingles. I feel so bad because everytime I tried to put chlothes on him he would have a fit. Well now I know why he has been acting the way he has.The doctor said that he will be contagious for the next three to four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SSNCEtUyJpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PnVlKygNGkg/s1600-h/1111111+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SSNCEtUyJpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PnVlKygNGkg/s320/1111111+080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270128637607290514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-2222201455166210441?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/2222201455166210441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=2222201455166210441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2222201455166210441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2222201455166210441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-out-what-rash-was-on-jacob.html' title='I found out what the rash was on Jacob'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SSNCEtUyJpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PnVlKygNGkg/s72-c/1111111+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-8146965430733956797</id><published>2008-11-06T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:31:54.265-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Julie's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>Well as most of you know, My sister is having a baby. The thing I havn't told you all yet is what she is having.Well she is having a girl! EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy about it all. Last weekend we had a baby shower for her and she got a ton of stuff. I got alot of pics but I am going to show you my favorites. Oh Julie is due on Jan 28. The doctors all say the baby is growing well and very healthy. Julie just glows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPDqx0FQjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fR4cIWCws6A/s1600-h/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPDqx0FQjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fR4cIWCws6A/s320/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265767529019949618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPEHnXTa7I/AAAAAAAAANA/hwXGjiG6Yfs/s1600-h/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPEHnXTa7I/AAAAAAAAANA/hwXGjiG6Yfs/s320/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265768024431094706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPEdBp8SlI/AAAAAAAAANI/zvj7jtxHT_s/s1600-h/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPEdBp8SlI/AAAAAAAAANI/zvj7jtxHT_s/s320/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265768392265845330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8146965430733956797?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8146965430733956797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8146965430733956797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8146965430733956797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8146965430733956797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/11/julies-baby-shower.html' title='Julie&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SRPDqx0FQjI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fR4cIWCws6A/s72-c/Julie%27s+baby+shower+and+pymatuning+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-8685270288622037143</id><published>2008-09-04T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:55:01.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Apple Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All my life, I have loved apple butter. Well, I am going to finally make some. Jeff and I cut up so many apples and couldn't believe how many it takes to make just 9 quarts of applesauce. I am having fun making it though, and my house smells really good. I can't wait for the finished product! I will let you all know how it turns out. Don't worry Pastor, I will bring your family some.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SMAuzikiptI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AotPN-l_mqI/s320/9-03-08+007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242241429247534802" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8685270288622037143?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8685270288622037143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8685270288622037143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8685270288622037143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8685270288622037143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/09/apple-butter.html' title='Apple Butter'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SMAuzikiptI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AotPN-l_mqI/s72-c/9-03-08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-429572750541560634</id><published>2008-09-03T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:03:35.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Super yummy gooey goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This weekend I decided to make candy and caramel apples for the first time of my life. I never knew how easy they were to make. I also tried both of them for the first time in my life and I now can say, I love candy apples! For labor Day I made another batch of them, and boy where they gooey, and super yummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SL6ZE1E6OTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H3wrTyy4wJU/s320/9-3-08+039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241795324552034610" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-429572750541560634?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/429572750541560634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=429572750541560634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/429572750541560634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/429572750541560634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-yummy-gooey-goodness.html' title='Super yummy gooey goodness'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SL6ZE1E6OTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/H3wrTyy4wJU/s72-c/9-3-08+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-3673253787367912786</id><published>2008-08-07T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T15:37:52.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Spending Time With the Hileman Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last week of July, My mother, Jacob and I went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Altoona&lt;/span&gt;. We stayed at my grandparents house over the weekend. We had our family reunion on Sunday. On Saturday, My cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jimbo&lt;/span&gt; and his girlfriend flew in from Iowa for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occassion&lt;/span&gt;. I got to see my sisters baby bump for the first time and boy was it cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SJt39bZgVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FHKashNS_GA/s320/family+pictures+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231907289331422578" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-3673253787367912786?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/3673253787367912786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=3673253787367912786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3673253787367912786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3673253787367912786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/08/spending-time-with-hileman-family.html' title='Spending Time With the Hileman Family.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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/_1U_9FWEEr80/SJt39bZgVXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FHKashNS_GA/s72-c/family+pictures+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4842404459351727510</id><published>2008-07-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:19:35.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Julie</title><content type='html'>Julie Happy Birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and that No one goes into labor today,lol. I miss you and cant wait to see you again. Enjoy this birthday to the fullest. It is the last one with out kids. Well you know what I mean. I love you and eat plenty of cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4842404459351727510?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4842404459351727510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4842404459351727510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4842404459351727510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4842404459351727510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-julie.html' title='Happy Birthday Julie'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-5338024301487287063</id><published>2008-07-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:39:42.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neat things'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know this stuff has been around for a long time because my pap would talk&lt;br /&gt;about it all the time. Well I've never really thought about how cool it is untill I wanted to do some laundry at home. I talked to Grandma Mooney and she just said Fels-Naptha soap. well after I got a bar of it, I use it on everything that I can't get clean and it is Awsome! I've never been so excited to clean. try it out some time it is soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SG0cvE8Jv6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/P9m54PkxaHU/s1600-h/fels+naptha+soap.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SG0cvE8Jv6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/P9m54PkxaHU/s320/fels+naptha+soap.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218859138297741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5338024301487287063?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5338024301487287063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5338024301487287063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5338024301487287063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5338024301487287063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='My New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SG0cvE8Jv6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/P9m54PkxaHU/s72-c/fels+naptha+soap.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-2001866581731604523</id><published>2008-06-19T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:03:15.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Potty training</title><content type='html'>Well I've decided that it is time for Jacob to learn to go potty like a big boy. He already knows how to use the toilet for number one and two, But I want it to happen all the time. I told Jacob if he does learn how to go all the time, then he will get to wear big boy Elmo underwear. It so far has been going OK. For the past few days, almost every time I take him to the toilet, he will go number one. I just think that with time he will get better and better. I know this will be a little hard, but all I have to remember is that sometimes you can't learn something in just one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-2001866581731604523?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/2001866581731604523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=2001866581731604523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2001866581731604523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2001866581731604523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/06/potty-training.html' title='Potty training'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-8577672082971751932</id><published>2008-05-31T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:28:16.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Julie</title><content type='html'>Did I tell everyone yet, The coolest news in the world ? I am going to be an aunt. My sister is going to have a Baby! She is due on January 25 and I am so happy for her. I think about all of the cool things of pregnancy and I get even more happy for her. The first time you get to see the heart beat, The first time you hear the heart beat, The first kick. I still can't believe my sister is going to be a mommy! I know she is going to be a great mommy, because when she was two, she was changing my diapers! I will have to get tons of pics with her and her cute belly. I'm going to be an aunt, eeeeeeeekkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SEFetwbCOCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eKohj8lMlmc/s1600-h/100_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SEFetwbCOCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eKohj8lMlmc/s320/100_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206546784402421794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8577672082971751932?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8577672082971751932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8577672082971751932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8577672082971751932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8577672082971751932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/05/julie.html' title='Julie'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SEFetwbCOCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/eKohj8lMlmc/s72-c/100_0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4655533899578803792</id><published>2008-05-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:53:18.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What has Been Happing with The Mooney Gang</title><content type='html'>This past week has been such an roller coaster of emotions. I just want to thank everyone that has been praying for our family and for Grandpa. For the past two and half months, our family was so blessed with a wonderful cousin and friend named Lisa. Lisa is Grandma Mooney niece and she is a Nurse for the ICU at Hamot. She has helped us out but talking to the doctors and translating what he was saying. She has helped all of us to understand the procedures and Grandpa's condition. I know that without her, The doctors would of gave up on grandpa a long time ago. Thank you so very much Lisa for everything you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD69kjPmw2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/x_H3nuVoMQw/s1600-h/blog+stuff+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD69kjPmw2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/x_H3nuVoMQw/s320/blog+stuff+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806654920508258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On Sunday night, I had this fabric that my brother in law Nathan gave me and I really wanted to make a pillow for Grandpa out of. Well I finally got it done. At the viewing, I got all of the immediate family to sign it. I'm so glad I finally got to make it for Grandpa, I know he would of liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD6-yTPmw3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ictkybJQSrY/s1600-h/blog+stuff+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD6-yTPmw3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/ictkybJQSrY/s320/blog+stuff+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205807990655337330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funereal was very sad but beautiful, at the end, they played Grandma and Grandpa singing and Grandpa playing the guitar. Jacob heard Grandpa's voice and said Papa. It was really cute. As we were leaving the funeral home, Dad , Jeff and I where talking about how Grandpa would want to make it a long procession. Right then, a train came and stopped the Whole procession for about five minutes. We all knew that was Grandpa trying to make us laugh. It worked. At the cemetery, they had a military service and it was beautiful. When Jacob walked back to the car he kept saying bye bye Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD72gTPmw4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sFuGufjkEf0/s1600-h/blog+stuff+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD72gTPmw4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/sFuGufjkEf0/s320/blog+stuff+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205869254068847490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral, the church had a very nice dinner for us. Thank you Keepville church so very much. At the dinner I got to get some pics of Grandma and her sisters, Diana, Doris and her brother Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD77YDPmw6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/c9njZzfP9dk/s1600-h/blog+stuff+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD77YDPmw6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/c9njZzfP9dk/s320/blog+stuff+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205874609893065634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After the dinner , I went with my mom to Walmart to get some food,after shopping and getting in the car, my mom called my sister so I could talk to her. I told Julie about everything that happened, and started to cry. Then Julie told me that Grandpa will be happy. I then asked her why, She then told me that Jacob is going to have a cousin. MY SISTER IS GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!!!!!!!!    I'm going to be an aunt. I am so happy. The coolest thing is she is due on my husbands Birthday. man that news really was a good thing to hear, well that was my week in a nut shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4655533899578803792?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4655533899578803792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4655533899578803792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4655533899578803792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4655533899578803792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-has-been-happing-with-mooney-gang.html' title='What has Been Happing with The Mooney Gang'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SD69kjPmw2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/x_H3nuVoMQw/s72-c/blog+stuff+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5450461249750803490</id><published>2008-05-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:51:57.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GRANDPA</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Tom Mooney has been quite sick for the past few months. He tried to fight it as much as he could. Well today he went to live with God.  For the past five years, I have gotten to know Tom Mooney as a friend, an employer, grandfather and a great grandfather. He has fascinated me with stories of his life and lessons on how to bake. He has told me about how he met his wife and how they got married. I have never met someone like him that could captivate me the way he did. When I was sad, Grandpa was there to cheer me up. He had the ability to cheer me up and make me laugh for weeks afterwords. I remember one time, Grandpa and I were talking at the Bakery and discussing dieing. He told me that when it is his time to die, He was not going to go with out a battle. I love you so much and will never forget you Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SDY_MTPmw1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QzLOnH7tgvY/s1600-h/965631-R1-06-30A_007+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SDY_MTPmw1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QzLOnH7tgvY/s320/965631-R1-06-30A_007+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203415900029895506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5450461249750803490?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5450461249750803490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5450461249750803490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5450461249750803490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5450461249750803490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you-so-much-grandpa.html' title='I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GRANDPA'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SDY_MTPmw1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QzLOnH7tgvY/s72-c/965631-R1-06-30A_007+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-6926131914473575347</id><published>2008-04-29T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:25:43.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Praying For Grandpa Mooney</title><content type='html'>This is Grandpa playing his guitar on New years, The loud girls voice is me. Grandpa is in Saint Vincents ICU.Today he had his third surgery. The Doctors said on Monday that they don't think he will recover. They are giving him a 0.05% chance of recovery. Well I know how powerful prayer is, so please pray for him. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-1241697155467314660&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-6926131914473575347?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/6926131914473575347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=6926131914473575347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6926131914473575347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6926131914473575347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-praying-for-grandpa-mooney.html' title='Keep Praying For Grandpa Mooney'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-3841860951862510171</id><published>2008-04-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:53:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Cried</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, April 24, 2008 It was the ten year anniversary of the shooting at Nick's place that was held for the eighth graders of James Parker Middle School.&lt;br /&gt;Well alot of people have gone on with there life and forget things, but as far as I go, I never forgot that night. On Thursday, I did not want to be alone. All week I felt different and were afraid of that day. I am surly blessed with some great and caring friends. My friend Erica, stayed with me for a while and made me feel a little better. After she went home, I went over to my friend Jens and I got the day's paper. There it was on the front page, we remember. It had a huge article about the dinner dance and how all of the students remember what happened. I read thought it and finally put two and two together. That night, I was so mad at Andrew Wurst even before he went crazy. He sat at my table and when he won a door prize, he through it in my friends face and said," I'm going to kill you guys." After the pictures where taken, my date for that night came up to me and said he couldn't hang out with me because Andrew is messed up. I was so mad at Andrew for ruining my night. I remember that at one point in the night, I was out on the back patio and twirling around looking up at the stars and said. " This is just great, I go to a dance and my date can't even hang out with me because Andy is messed up." When I stopped twirling around I looked on the patio and saw Andrew looking straight at me glaring. Well now I understand why when the shooting began, my date came looking for me and ordered my to hide better. That night I found out from the newspapers Andrew came back in the building. All I can think is, was he looking for me, because I was saying that stuff that night. Ten years later after all this happened, I finally cried. The thing was at the dinner dance, and after, I never cried. I think my mind didn't comprehend what really happened. I couldn't understand why every one was hugging each other all the time. Now after ten years, I finally understand.The nice thing was on Thursday when I did cry I wasn't alone. My friend Jen held me and cried with me. She told me after I finally calmed down that when I told her about it, she knew that I had not understood what happened that night completely. I now know that God was there that night. He had protected me all night. I am glad that God was there for me and that he knew when the right time was for me to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SBP4SLkVIpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_9u2MNlnXjI/s1600-h/blog+stuff+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SBP4SLkVIpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_9u2MNlnXjI/s320/blog+stuff+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193767786514817682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SBP4jLkVIqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rdWgwjM5ilo/s1600-h/blog+stuff+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SBP4jLkVIqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rdWgwjM5ilo/s320/blog+stuff+016.JPG" border="0" 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Cried'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SBP4SLkVIpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_9u2MNlnXjI/s72-c/blog+stuff+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-6890609413925348343</id><published>2008-04-25T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:48:28.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Active Pastor</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have tried for some time to post this and hopefully it will work.Last summer we had a picnic at our pastors house and they have a trampaline there well our pastor got up on it and did some flips, to only be fearless like him.&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6890609413925348343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/6890609413925348343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-active-pastor.html' title='One Active Pastor'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-7647436480890485521</id><published>2008-04-24T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:40:51.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>grandpa playing the guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="width:400px;height:326px" flashvars="" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=6388384124108278386&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-7647436480890485521?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/7647436480890485521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=7647436480890485521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7647436480890485521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7647436480890485521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='grandpa playing the guitar'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-4532976996362982546</id><published>2008-04-22T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T07:24:31.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Scary day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was a frightful day. I got a phone call from Nathan, My brother in law and he told me that Aunt Janice called and said that the doctors where going to give Grandpa Moooney an operation and they don't think he is going to survive. We all packed up our stuff and headed into Saint Vincents. Grandpa Mooney has been in the hospital for 5 weeks with problems with his pancreas. His Kidneys are starting to not work, and his stomach was getting very big with fluid. They took him down and gave him a cat scan, to see how big the cyst was around his pancreas. After a while they decided to try to drain the fluid from his stomach.On the last notice from the doctor, they drained 900cc. So hopefully that will give him some comfort.After 48 hours the doctors are going to see if they can get to his pancreas without anything in the way. there is an infection in his stomach and they aren't sure where it is coming from. They have Grandpa on a ventilator, to help him breath. Please everyone pray for him and tell your friends to pray for Tom Mooney. There is so much more I would like to learn from him and I want his great grandson, to know him better.Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SA3zILkVIoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l6tqOdJi2TU/s1600-h/Papa+Mooney+and+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SA3zILkVIoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l6tqOdJi2TU/s320/Papa+Mooney+and+Jacob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192073267297723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4532976996362982546?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4532976996362982546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4532976996362982546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4532976996362982546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4532976996362982546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/scary-day.html' title='A Scary day'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/SA3zILkVIoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l6tqOdJi2TU/s72-c/Papa+Mooney+and+Jacob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5022360989975591430</id><published>2008-04-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:32:48.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>I am One Happy Mommy!</title><content type='html'>Last Night the coolest thing happened,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; JACOB WENT PEE-PEE IN THE POTTY FOR THE FIRST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I know that some people would be raising an eyebrow at me, but it was very unexpected. I was giving him a bath and daddy came in to use the bathroom. When he was done Jacob got out of the tub and said "Daddy, look". He then said pee, and I put him up on the toilet and after a minute of trying, Jacob peed! I was jumping up and down clapping so hard and singing on the top of my lungs, " Jacob pee-peed in the potty" now that I think about it, I find it quite humorous. I NEVER in my life ever thought I would be this excited about someone peeing in a toilet! The wonderful joys of being a mother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5022360989975591430?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5022360989975591430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5022360989975591430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5022360989975591430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5022360989975591430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-one-happy-mommy.html' title='I am One Happy Mommy!'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-8659732901913939672</id><published>2008-04-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:10:13.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>A Trip to the Library</title><content type='html'>Today was a sunny but chilly day.  When Jacob woke up, I felt as if he should get some fresh air. I asked him if he would like to go for a walk. He ran over to the door and tried to open it while saying " walk walk." So then I knew. We went to the library and Jacob loved it. He played with their neat puppets, a puzzle book and the little chairs. The nice thing was Jacob and I where the only people down in the children's section and so he got to explore. I was really surprised about how much different toys they had at the library. When we came home, Jacob was pooped, So I was happy, he took a long nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8659732901913939672?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8659732901913939672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8659732901913939672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8659732901913939672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8659732901913939672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-to-library.html' title='A Trip to the Library'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-5146151808215402576</id><published>2008-04-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:57:41.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Strep Throat</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with a bad sore throat and thought, oh boy, I'm getting another cold. Well as the day went on, I felt worse, I thought it was from walking down town. When Jeff woke up I told him about my throat and he said that it sounds like I am getting strep throat. Destiny, My brother in laws girlfriend has it and that is how it started with her. I wasn't sure what it was but I got strep throat a lot when I was a teen so now I just want to find a babysitter for Jacob, so he doesn't get it and crawl into a hole until I clear up. The thing is that I was going to go to Bible study, but it got cancelled. So I think God wanted me to rest instead. My pastor's wife and son are sick in bed. I sure hope they don't have strep. Well to everyone that reads this, MAKE SURE TO WASH YOUR HANDS AND DON"T DRINK OFF OF OTHERS CUPS, even if it is a whole can of pop that you have to throw out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5146151808215402576?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5146151808215402576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5146151808215402576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5146151808215402576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5146151808215402576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/04/strep-throat.html' title='Strep Throat'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1691568411532134146</id><published>2008-03-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:39:21.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful time with Heather And Owen</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had such an enjoyable evening with my good friend Heather and her son Owen. We went to the diner in Springfield and I got the chef's salad. I love those things so much, I still can't believe I ate the whole thing! We went to Pleasant Ridge to visit the residents and I loved every minute of it. Owen as some remember was my ring baerer and Heather and I where in Marching Band together and went to Northwestern together. . Thank you Heather for such a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1691568411532134146?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1691568411532134146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1691568411532134146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1691568411532134146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1691568411532134146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderful-time-with-heather-and-owen.html' title='A Wonderful time with Heather And Owen'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1731851134807735347</id><published>2008-03-28T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:28:53.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>house Cleaning part 2</title><content type='html'>I have decided that if I want Jacob to clean up after himself, then I have to be persistent and patient. Today before nap time, I started to clean up toys and told Jacob that if we like toys and want to keep them then we need to take care of them and clean up. I started to sing and make it look really fun. To my surprise Jacob started to put toys in his bin. I gave him so much praise that he thought it was the coolest thing. Tonight, before bedtime I did the same thing and I think that maybe after a week or so, he will catch on , hopefully. Motherhood is teaching me how to be persistent and try and try again. Oh speaking about being patient, we are going to try once again to ween Jacob off the Binky this weekend. So to all of my neighbors, I hope you will be able to get some sleep, if not I have some earplugs I can give you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1731851134807735347?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1731851134807735347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1731851134807735347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1731851134807735347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1731851134807735347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-cleaning-part-2.html' title='house Cleaning part 2'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-5199312479640269330</id><published>2008-03-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:49:01.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>House Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I love to clean, but if you walk into my house on a typacal day, it sure doesn't look like it. I know that some people have a spotless house and keep it gleaming all the time. One of my good friends told me that the only time her house is clean is at nap time and bed time. She has FOUR kids. I think I am learnig the reason why moms are so tired all the time and sometimes give up. The nice thing is Jacob is learning how to clean, I only wish he would learn to clean up his toys. He helps me by placing the dust pan down while holding it and I sweep the dirt into it then he will take it over to the trash can and empty it out. It is kinda cool. So I am just warning everyone now, If you come over to my house , Please call me an hour before hand so then I can run around like a chicken with it's head cut off and straighten up first, or else, well you have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5199312479640269330?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5199312479640269330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5199312479640269330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5199312479640269330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5199312479640269330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-cleaning.html' title='House Cleaning'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-8974243344770938247</id><published>2008-03-27T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:22:24.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Thing</title><content type='html'>I never realized how Jeff could make me move over once he came home from work and went to bed. We are both bed hogs and the other night I found out how he makes me move over. I was half sleeping when all of a sudden I felt someone wiggle my nose. With out even thing or knowing what I was doing, I rolled over and past out. The next day I asked Jeff if he rubs my nose to have me move. He started to laugh and said yes. I asked him if he does that all the time and he said yes. I think it is so cute. It is like we have a little sign with meaning behind it. So now when I wake up, I wiggle his nose and he spreads out and takes up the whole bed. I love being married. I know that most married couples have their little things they do for each other to tell the other one they love them, but it blows my mind that even when I am sleeping, Jeff can still communicate with me. He is such a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8974243344770938247?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8974243344770938247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8974243344770938247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8974243344770938247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8974243344770938247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweetest-thing.html' title='The Sweetest Thing'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-2387629698089563762</id><published>2008-03-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:21:44.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was Easter weekend and was very nice. Jeff,Jacob and I went to Easter Service and then we went to Grandma Mooney's for Easter Dinner. We had so much food that I didn't have to eat for the rest of the day. Around 3,my mother came to pick us up and we traveled 200 miles down to see all of my family in Holidaysburge Pa. We got there around 8;30. We spent some time with my grandparents. Jacob and I spent the night at my Aunt Dawn's. The next day Jacob and I went to the Logan Valley Mall and had a wonderful time. I went to visit my cousin Adam and Jacob was happy cause Adam had a cat named CC. Jacob played with CC while I caught up with Adam.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to my grams to visit with Pap, Gram, Aunt Beth, Aunt Dawn, Jimbo, Jayme,Doug and my mom.Jacob loved being the center of attention and getting to eat candy and cookies. I then found out the best news. My pap doesn't have to get heart surgery! The doctors said that Pap is very healthy for his age. I am so happy. The next day we went to Denny's to eat breakfast and enjoyed one last meal with Jimbo. He lives in California and is in the Air Force and had to catch his plane back. After a wonderful meal, we gave hugs and Kisses and headed for Pittsburgh to Drop off Jimbo. I had such a fun time with Jimbo on the way to the Airport, I don't think I laughed that hard in a while. The only bummer thing is I wanted to get some Pictures but I didn't and I forgot my camera at my grandparents. Well just wanted everyone to know how our trip went. Oh the nice thing was when I came home, my sweetie cleaned the whole house up, so that was very nice.Thank you everyone for praying for My pap, the prayers worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-2387629698089563762?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/2387629698089563762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=2387629698089563762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2387629698089563762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2387629698089563762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/wonderful-weekend.html' title='A Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-1743257646337925658</id><published>2008-03-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:59:52.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Kitty the raccoon</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday Jacob went to the store with Daddy and while they where walking down the toy section, something caught Jacob's eye. Jacob grabbed it off the self and gave it a hug. When Jeff saw what it was , he started to laugh, Jacob was calling it a Kitty when it really was a stuffed raccoon. So after the whole ride through the store and hugging his "kitty' around, Jeff got it for Jacob. I just hope Jacob doesn't find a real raccoon and ask me to keep the Kitty, while carrying in a big raccoon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MyXiFp7mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NeHd1-0vih8/s1600-h/blog+stuff+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MyXiFp7mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NeHd1-0vih8/s320/blog+stuff+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180039376275107426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have a raccoon named Kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1743257646337925658?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1743257646337925658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1743257646337925658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1743257646337925658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1743257646337925658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/kitty-raccoon.html' title='Kitty the raccoon'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MyXiFp7mI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NeHd1-0vih8/s72-c/blog+stuff+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-3110035225555580159</id><published>2008-03-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:47:37.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Please Pray for my Grandpas</title><content type='html'>The past week I've been really worried about both my grandpas. My Pap, my mom's dad,James Hileman Sr. is going to Pittsburgh to see the doctors and we don't know if he has to get heart surgery. I hope everything works out and his heart will get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MtgyFp7kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lPgoIYQJ3nI/s1600-h/100_0470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MtgyFp7kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lPgoIYQJ3nI/s320/100_0470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180034037630758466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Jeff's Grandpa, Tom Mooney. He has been in the hospital since Monday and in a lot of pain. He is having problems with his pancreas and has a kidney stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MuWyFp7lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9_etqCaFnw/s1600-h/965631-R1-06-30A_007+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MuWyFp7lI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9_etqCaFnw/s320/965631-R1-06-30A_007+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180034965343694418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep these two sweet men in your prayers. I love you two very much and hope you get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-3110035225555580159?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/3110035225555580159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=3110035225555580159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3110035225555580159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/3110035225555580159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/please-pray-for-my-grandpas.html' title='Please Pray for my Grandpas'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R-MtgyFp7kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lPgoIYQJ3nI/s72-c/100_0470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-1921778699626271259</id><published>2008-03-14T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:30:19.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Hard Week</title><content type='html'>This week has been one exhausting week! Jacob has another fever and all week it has been really hard to get him to eat anything. I thought yesterday we were in the clear when he actually ate some breakfast. Today he woke up and was very fussy. I took his temp and I knew it , he has a temp. I sure hope he feels better soon. I feel so bad because I feel like there is nothing I can do to make him feel better. Every time Jeff leaves for work, Jacob screams for Daddy. Luckily he has been drinking some juice and water. His cold is to the point of him coughing for like a minute until he stops. I just hope he will cough all of that gunk up and our little ray of sunshine gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1921778699626271259?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1921778699626271259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1921778699626271259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1921778699626271259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1921778699626271259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/hard-week.html' title='Hard Week'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-4919956197093074317</id><published>2008-03-07T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:40:08.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Watch out Bill Gates</title><content type='html'>Today I found Jacob so busy on the computer typing away, I wondered if Bill Gates was this young when he started too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9IYa0jmvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mu_xd6pH_8A/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175225770865769522" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4919956197093074317?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4919956197093074317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4919956197093074317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4919956197093074317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4919956197093074317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/watch-out-bill-gates.html' title='Watch out Bill Gates'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9IYa0jmvDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mu_xd6pH_8A/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4042478264166424366</id><published>2008-03-07T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:30:20.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Our Little Cuddle Bug</title><content type='html'>All week, the cold bug took over our house. Jacob has been very cuddly and I really enjoyed it. Jeff and I took turns with Jacob, and I got some cute pics. Jacob didn't want his grandpa and uncles to leave all week. He wanted them all to stay to cuddle with him. So this week's nickname for Jacob is our little cuddle bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9IRHkjmvBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2nuVNOvzJYU/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9IRHkjmvBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2nuVNOvzJYU/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175217743571893266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Wasn't feeling good to so Jacob was trying to make his daddy feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9ISWkjmvCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1q-Xd3Y3-5A/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9ISWkjmvCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1q-Xd3Y3-5A/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175219100781558818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4042478264166424366?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4042478264166424366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4042478264166424366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4042478264166424366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4042478264166424366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-little-cuddle-bug.html' title='Our Little Cuddle Bug'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9IRHkjmvBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/2nuVNOvzJYU/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-2118988419198345686</id><published>2008-03-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:14:13.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>So Close but So Far Away</title><content type='html'>Jacob is learning how to identify people in photos. My sister Julie lives six hours away, but that doesn't stop Jacob from learning her name. We were looking at pictures on our computer and then a picture of Julie came up. I asked Jacob who it was and he said as clear as day 'Julie'. It was the cutest thing in the world. So if your name is Julie, your in luck. Now I need him to learn everyone Else's name. He has down packed Daddy, Mommy,Julie,and Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9CytdXwGmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KDgI64SdlvY/s1600-h/100_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9CytdXwGmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KDgI64SdlvY/s320/100_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174832465896807010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-2118988419198345686?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/2118988419198345686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=2118988419198345686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2118988419198345686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/2118988419198345686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-close-but-so-far-away.html' title='So Close but So Far Away'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R9CytdXwGmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KDgI64SdlvY/s72-c/100_0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4135099952377749306</id><published>2008-03-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:38:29.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Jacob's First Fever</title><content type='html'>Today turned out to be a very cuddly day for Jacob. I thought that he was very cuddly because we are weaning him from his binky. Then I was over at my friend Jen's house when Jeff called me, he couldn't find the thermometer and said Jacob &lt;br /&gt;felt like he was burning up. I came home and found the thermometer. When we took it , it was 101.2. I gave him some Motrin, and it went down. I just hope that his fever doesn't go higher. We decided when he feels better, we will try to wean him again. So let today be a day that goes down in his baby book for the first fever in his life. The first of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8zD-C4OBbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tZZ_5g9TYlo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8zD-C4OBbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tZZ_5g9TYlo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173725542633833906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put clothes on him but he refused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4135099952377749306?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4135099952377749306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4135099952377749306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4135099952377749306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4135099952377749306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacobs-first-fever.html' title='Jacob&apos;s First Fever'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8zD-C4OBbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/tZZ_5g9TYlo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-7367883428343516322</id><published>2008-03-02T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:56:32.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uploading Videos</title><content type='html'>Ok I am trying to upload some videos and every time I try it won't upload right. I don't know if I have to download something to do it but I really have some great videos and once I figure out how to do it right, There will be some enjoyable moments.Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-7367883428343516322?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/7367883428343516322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=7367883428343516322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7367883428343516322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7367883428343516322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/uploading-videos.html' title='Uploading Videos'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-588947007771927905</id><published>2008-03-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:48:59.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Enjoying a Wonderful Visit</title><content type='html'>Today, my husband , Jacob and I got to spend some time with our pastor's family. We enjoyed some wonderful food and fellowship with them. I had such a wonderful time, I loved every moment of it. Our pastor Byron and his wife Julie has 4 children. Kenton [7], Vincent [5],Kendra{4] and Alyssa age 3. Jacob had so much fun with all of the kids. I didn't get a picture of the boys but I got this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8uBxMRV5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DsxysG9TA3M/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8uBxMRV5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DsxysG9TA3M/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173371279072683634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-588947007771927905?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/588947007771927905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=588947007771927905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/588947007771927905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/588947007771927905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/enjoying-wonderful-visit.html' title='Enjoying a Wonderful Visit'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8uBxMRV5nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DsxysG9TA3M/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5960758294249114359</id><published>2008-03-02T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:17:41.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun Night</title><content type='html'>One thing I enjoy the most in life Is spending time with my family. Saturday night is one of my favorite nights. My father-in-law, Dad,  but you can call him Greg and my brother-in-laws Luke and Nathan comes over.We went to Walmart, a Saturday tradition,&lt;br /&gt;and I got this game called Cranium. Lets just say if you want to have a great time play it. We all had so much fun that we finally went to bed around three. I love the way it made all of us laugh and have such a great time. If you see Luke, ask him how does the energizer bunny dance. Every time I think about it I start to crack up.I had so much fun I hope that I will have many more memorable nights with family, hopefully we can get a bigger group to play............ Maybe I can get my church friends to play, I would definitely have to video tape that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8t7QcRV5mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mb34Uc3ofcY/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8t7QcRV5mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mb34Uc3ofcY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173364119362201186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5960758294249114359?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5960758294249114359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5960758294249114359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5960758294249114359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5960758294249114359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/03/family-fun-night.html' title='Family Fun Night'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8t7QcRV5mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mb34Uc3ofcY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4357734120632813883</id><published>2008-02-27T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:57:43.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neat things'/><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a snowflake up real close?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8Za8Gi7n0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rlP9Mt8ZLA/s1600-h/Snowflake_Beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8Za8Gi7n0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rlP9Mt8ZLA/s320/Snowflake_Beads.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171921210677370690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took this picture last night and it made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZX3mi7nyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2LbZoYZwvV0/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171917834833076002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these snowflakes are so small.&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;When you look at one,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem like much,&lt;br /&gt;But then, after a lot comes down from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZY7Wi7nzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KGtMbsuuja8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171918998769213234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a beautiful painting from God.&lt;br /&gt;It's neat how he pays so much attention to how things where made.&lt;br /&gt;It shows me how he made me special in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Every snowflake is different, just like all of his children.&lt;br /&gt;When we all go to his kingdom, I wonder what that painting will look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4357734120632813883?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4357734120632813883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4357734120632813883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4357734120632813883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4357734120632813883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8Za8Gi7n0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5rlP9Mt8ZLA/s72-c/Snowflake_Beads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-34587897396318516</id><published>2008-02-27T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:39:27.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Younger Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was going through some pictures tonight when I found some that made me say, man where has the time gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZQZGi7nvI/AAAAAAAAADk/U0baOP_keGI/s320/the+younger+years.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171909614265671410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff {18} and Luke{10} and Nathan.{8}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZTkWi7nwI/AAAAAAAAADs/K52Q1nKngaU/s320/my+sweetie+pie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171913106074083074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart, when we just met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Jacob and his Godparents.&lt;br /&gt;My pap, My Aunt Beth and My Aunt Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was baptized on November 26, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZV02i7nxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VURaaPfuoAQ/s320/Jacob+and+his+Godparents.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171915588565180178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-34587897396318516?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/34587897396318516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=34587897396318516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/34587897396318516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/34587897396318516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/younger-years.html' title='The Younger Years'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ZQZGi7nvI/AAAAAAAAADk/U0baOP_keGI/s72-c/the+younger+years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4031235051571545081</id><published>2008-02-25T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:06:09.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcam'/><title type='text'>webcam</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I got a new webcam and I am so excited! After talking with my sister Julie,I descovered that she has one too. Now I can talk to her and she can talk to me while we see each other. The nice thing is Julie can keep an eye on Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OTvmi7nsI/AAAAAAAAADE/zplMrNq1I8E/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171139243161657026" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4031235051571545081?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4031235051571545081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4031235051571545081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4031235051571545081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4031235051571545081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/webcame.html' title='webcam'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OTvmi7nsI/AAAAAAAAADE/zplMrNq1I8E/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-8808568493069450975</id><published>2008-02-25T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:23:09.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Learning how to Dress.</title><content type='html'>Jacob is getting to smart for his own good. As Jeff and I where in the living room, Jacob went into&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen and when he returned, I don't know how but, he took all of his clothes off but his underware and socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OP8mi7nqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MDnM5aUxgUg/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171135068453445282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later after we put his pj's on he got ahold of his shirt and tried to put that on.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute. He walked around the house for a while with it on just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8ORF2i7nrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IPkEudbLAck/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171136326878863026" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-8808568493069450975?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/8808568493069450975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=8808568493069450975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8808568493069450975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/8808568493069450975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-how-to-dress.html' title='Learning how to Dress.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OP8mi7nqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MDnM5aUxgUg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-1707844725337065880</id><published>2008-02-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:12:15.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God answered my prayer.</title><content type='html'>Well today, I cleaned out one of my fishtanks. Well I couldn't figure out what stunk so bad untill I plugged in the filter. THEN THEY CAME. I thought Mickey gave birth to a hundred more fish!!!!. As I looked closer I saw that they where babies. Then I relized why the tank stunk so bad. ALL of the babies where dead. I think God relized that I couldn't stop Mickey from getting to close with men fish,so he helped me by letting all those baby fish go live &lt;br /&gt;with him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-1707844725337065880?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1707844725337065880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1707844725337065880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1707844725337065880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1707844725337065880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-answered-my-prayer.html' title='God answered my prayer.'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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-605452387781418671.post-4366416182447116</id><published>2008-02-25T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:26:44.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I had a very nice time at church. Before Church I told Jacob what was expected of him and how to behave in church. I hoped he would listen. Eventhough he is only 18 months old, it is never to early to teach him. Well, I sat with Grandma Mooney and she held Jacob the whole time. It was also enjoyable because Kendra age 4, my pastor's daughter, sat with grandma and I and kept Jacob occupied. Kendra drew me a few pictures in my little notebook, that I keep to write down some things from the sermon in, that I like and want to remember. The nice thing is ,when I get to those pages I will think about her and smile. Check it out. Thankyou Kendra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OKBWi7npI/AAAAAAAAACs/-7ioP5U7FWk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171128552988057234" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4366416182447116?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4366416182447116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4366416182447116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4366416182447116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4366416182447116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8OKBWi7npI/AAAAAAAAACs/-7ioP5U7FWk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-5238099536444642498</id><published>2008-02-23T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:25:59.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Well today was so beautiful that I decided that Jacob needed some fresh air and he needed to try out his new snow pants. We asked our neighbor kids if they would like to join us for a fun day. Owen Age 5 And Allisa age 3 , both came out to join in. We had fun, trying to build a snowman, sliding and running around. Jacob liked to try to eat the snow the best. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to put his sunglasses on, but he refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B6cWi7niI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0XGWuqcBpjo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170266999728348706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob liking the taste of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B6ymi7njI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VVNqlGq1oDE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170267381980438066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy is this sled slippery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B7hGi7nkI/AAAAAAAAACE/eybXyAk47_E/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170268180844355138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B7-2i7nlI/AAAAAAAAACM/R_BXJgmYfVs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170268691945463378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allisa Pulling Jacob around.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a picture of Jacob pulling Allisa, belive it or not, but by the time I got the camera out, he was done pulling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B8uWi7nmI/AAAAAAAAACU/4yN1ZBHxbn8/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170269507989249634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and Jacob having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B9AWi7nnI/AAAAAAAAACc/9maOYsMIG38/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170269817226894962" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen looking sooo cool in his shades!&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was time to take in Jacob cause after a while,&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Allisa got tired and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;What a fun way to spend a snowy but sunny day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-5238099536444642498?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/5238099536444642498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=5238099536444642498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5238099536444642498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/5238099536444642498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R8B6cWi7niI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0XGWuqcBpjo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-4365427456395042770</id><published>2008-02-22T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:24:21.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>A Basket Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;As Jacob and I were playing, Jacob got the laundry basket down on the floor and started to have some fun. He thought it was the coolest thing to put his whole little body under the basket and try to hide from me. It was so cute that I had to get the camera. These are the kind of pictures I am going to show his girlfriends some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-c1Wi7neI/AAAAAAAAABU/cVJjPJoXkB0/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170023337643711970" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-dNmi7nfI/AAAAAAAAABc/9IPywUCIMDY/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170023754255539698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-4365427456395042770?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/4365427456395042770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=4365427456395042770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4365427456395042770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/4365427456395042770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/basket-case.html' title='A Basket Case'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-c1Wi7neI/AAAAAAAAABU/cVJjPJoXkB0/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-7624196669459126471</id><published>2008-02-22T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:55:39.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would anyone like some fish?'/><title type='text'>Would anyone like some fish?</title><content type='html'>W&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ell I decided last July to put up my fish tank, so  Jacob could watch  the fish and be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like I couldn't keep them alive. Then I got down to two fish and just wanted to keep them alive and prayed. Well God kept them strong and then they started to well, lets just say,&lt;br /&gt;[ get closer]  , then..... they came. I now have  ALOT of fish. Mikey, gave birth to 3 batches of fish. This taught me a good lesson. Becareful what you pray for. All of these are Mickey's babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-XA2i7nbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TBtiWvZr9WI/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170016938142440882" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-YcWi7ndI/AAAAAAAAABM/4ylvqY6Z4So/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170018510100471250" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-7624196669459126471?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/7624196669459126471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=7624196669459126471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7624196669459126471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/7624196669459126471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/would-anyone-like-some-fish.html' title='Would anyone like some fish?'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7-XA2i7nbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TBtiWvZr9WI/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-1220028819695195180</id><published>2008-02-20T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:25:18.691-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70Cumi7nYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t9dXB9KuuuY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70Cumi7nYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t9dXB9KuuuY/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290946935496066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70CQWi7nXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T4ZncqlI4q8/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70CQWi7nXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T4ZncqlI4q8/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290427244453234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70B7Wi7nWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dvsLdfVL_gk/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70B7Wi7nWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dvsLdfVL_gk/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169290066467200354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob is learnig how to use the railing andlost his balance and rolled down the steps. I felt helpless cause it happened so fast that by the time I ran to him, he was at the bottom. He seemed ok, just a big goosebump on his head,  and a little red spot under his eye. I'll tell you,that kid has no fear.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, I kept a close eye on him and it didn't even fase him. After I got home from bible study he was awake from his nap and didn't eat his dinner so I told him if he did then he would get some dessert, well like magic, his dinner dissapeared. I had to get some pics of him. he got icing all over his face but still looked very handsome. If you look closely, you can see his goosebump.&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/605452387781418671-1220028819695195180?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/1220028819695195180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=1220028819695195180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1220028819695195180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/1220028819695195180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacob-is-learnig-how-to-use-railing.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp0.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R70Cumi7nYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/t9dXB9KuuuY/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-605452387781418671.post-108312011399042745</id><published>2008-02-20T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:17:27.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><title type='text'>Eating Pizza in Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7xxlWi7nVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GWumJAXgqs/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7xxlWi7nVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GWumJAXgqs/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169131358835678546" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jacob decided to eat his pizza in a new way last night, &lt;br /&gt;he came into the living room and &lt;br /&gt;climbed into the laundry basket and just sat &lt;br /&gt;there and ate his pizza. By the time Jeff got the camera out,&lt;br /&gt;the basket fell over, &lt;br /&gt;but Jacob didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/605452387781418671-108312011399042745?l=themooneygang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/feeds/108312011399042745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=605452387781418671&amp;postID=108312011399042745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/108312011399042745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/605452387781418671/posts/default/108312011399042745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themooneygang.blogspot.com/2008/02/jacob-decided-to-eat-his-pizza-in-new.html' title='Eating Pizza in Comfort'/><author><name>Tiffany Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099935029347689212</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://bp2.blogger.com/_1U_9FWEEr80/R7xxlWi7nVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4GWumJAXgqs/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
