<?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-11776336</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:03.676-05:00</updated><category term='klumsiness'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='memories'/><category term='baby'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='family'/><category term='death'/><category term='contacts'/><category term='chores'/><category term='busy'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Gabe'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Gentry Gang</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of two kids under two.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5820048994920368306</id><published>2009-03-04T11:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:15:58.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracen is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gracen made her debut on February 25 at 6:04 a.m. She made it all the way to 37 weeks and one day. We are proud of her for staying in that long. She weighed 6 lbs 14 oz. and was 20 1/2 inches long. She is very skinny! I forgot how little they are when they start out and her brother was even smaller. Things are going well. We have had a crazy whirlwind of a week. My grandfather passed away on the 24th at 9:30 p.m. I wasn't even in labor yet. So Gracen has been to Texas and back in her first week of life. I'm still trying to recover from the car ride 24 hours after the birth. Here's what you really came for though. Pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309382221609928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/Sa63AA_ViSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JJnmNGECZ4I/s320/Gracen+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309382045219028114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/Sa621v4d_JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/583F9gxUHHc/s320/Gracen+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309382292551160802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/Sa63EJRC0-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fmc1yoBm9hg/s320/Gracen+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5820048994920368306?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5820048994920368306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5820048994920368306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5820048994920368306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5820048994920368306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2009/03/gracen-is-here.html' title='Gracen is here!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/Sa63AA_ViSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/JJnmNGECZ4I/s72-c/Gracen+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-1955640031799013609</id><published>2009-01-16T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:29:02.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gabe will shortly have life changed majorly!  Our baby girl will be arriving in a short amount of time.  As of right now, her name is going to be Gracen Lee Gentry.  We can't decide if we are going to call her Grace, Gracen, or Gracie.  I guess we'll decide that when we see her.  In preparation for her arrival our guest bedroom is undergoing major changes.  The lady who we bought our house from had a beauty shop in the back bedroom, so our house came with a hair washing sink.  We have lived with this there for the whole time we have lived there, but I asked my father-in-law who is a licensed plumber to remove that for my Christmas present.  We are currently painting the room a light brown and the trim a chocolate brown.  Gabe and Gracen will be sharing a room.  His stuff is blue and brown and hers is pink and brown.  Gabe will soon be moved to a toddler bed.  I hope this transition goes well, but I'm slightly concerned about this.  Gabe's bedroom will become a playroom, so all the toys and books will be removed from the living room.  I am looking forward for this day to arrive soon.  Other than that, I'm trying to hold her in until I am 35 weeks pregnant which could be a major feat with a hoss of a child and working full time still.   I am also getting prepared at school for my long-term sub.  I leave everyday with everything ready, just in case something happens.  That is a weird feeling to have.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-1955640031799013609?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/1955640031799013609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=1955640031799013609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/1955640031799013609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/1955640031799013609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7871185559338202197</id><published>2008-11-20T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:03:45.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It has been way too long since I have posted. We still don't have internet at our house. We have experienced lots of new things since I posted last. Gabe is now a year old. He loved the cake and presents. He is signing lots of words and saying a few. His words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dada (for Ty and his paci); M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ama; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;three (after someone says one, two); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Night, Night; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bye, bye; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;His signs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;more; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eat; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cat; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;daddy; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mama; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;school occasionally; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bye; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all done; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dog occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He claps whenever he sees a football game in real life or on tv. He also dances anytime he hears music. He sleeps from 6:30 p.m. to 7 a.m. It is wonderful! He got his first haircut this week. Last week he also got so sick with an ear infection that he had a seizure. We go back to the doctor tomorrow to double check that everything is okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know that his life is about to change drastically because we are expecting a girl due in March. They will be somewhere between 18 and 19 months apart. Hopefully I will be able to update sooner, but for now I leave you with this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924156865255506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/SSYVmBf6mFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lUBfCP6tSQ8/s320/100_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924183750501650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/SSYVnlp25RI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EBJtlx_-7qo/s320/100_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924166884435730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/SSYVmm0rJxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/M_1XcOxtmYo/s320/100_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7871185559338202197?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7871185559338202197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7871185559338202197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7871185559338202197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7871185559338202197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/SSYVmBf6mFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/lUBfCP6tSQ8/s72-c/100_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5216987341275587862</id><published>2008-06-18T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:55:09.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So many things have changed since my last post.  Ty quit his dad's company and is now working for the gas companies in Searcy.  This is such a huge blessing!  Doubling his salary, and not having to drive an hour to work everyday is great!  I'm out of school and work for the summer.  It's been really nice so far.  I've gone to New York with college girl friends, had a family reunion, taken care of my brother's kids while he is in Italy, and had lunch with my sister's family from Texas.  Not to mention tons of fun playing with Gabe.  Gabe turned 10 months old on Monday and I fully expect him to take off running anyday.  He's getting very brave about standing without holding onto anything.  We should be getting the internet soon (because of Ty's raise), so I should be back to blogging soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5216987341275587862?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5216987341275587862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5216987341275587862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5216987341275587862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5216987341275587862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6665706137490946051</id><published>2008-03-01T15:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:13:43.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know that I have had a long blogging silence.  Life has just been crazy.  We don't have internet at our house, I had been picking up on a neighbor's signal, but they moved.  My school internet won't allow me to post or comment on blogs.  However, I can read blogs.  I have stayed up with what is going on with all of y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gabe is now 6 months old.  He can roll over both ways, and sit up if I set him that way.  He's really trying hard to crawl, but mostly he just pushes himself backward or faceplants.  He's right at 20 lbs and 27 inches long putting him in the 80 percentile for height and weight.  His head size is following suit with the Diles side and is in the 98 percentile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life is going well for Ty and I.  I am almost finished with my master's in school counseling.  After this semester, I will only have my internship left.  I know it has been forever, but I really don't have a lot to catch you up on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6665706137490946051?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6665706137490946051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6665706137490946051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6665706137490946051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6665706137490946051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging-silence.html' title='Blogging Silence'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8766005963518678628</id><published>2007-12-02T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T18:34:30.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who does Gabe look like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/meter" title="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" alt="Click to get your own Look-alike Meter" target="_self"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/74/57/91/745791_83456983e03574cle3s987.JPG" width="435" height="470" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8766005963518678628?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8766005963518678628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8766005963518678628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8766005963518678628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8766005963518678628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-does-gabe-look-like.html' title='Who does Gabe look like?'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8373087556493714255</id><published>2007-12-01T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:22:43.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One week before Gabe was born, my college roommate's sister gave birth to a baby girl. Janey was born with a condition called anencephaly. She only lived for an hour but it was a precious life. &lt;a href="http://johnmelandkayden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;has shown me so much about faith and strength throughout this ordeal. I have prayed for her continually since April since she found out about sweet Janey. I cannot begin to imagine the pain she is feeling.  Melissa, you will never know the impact you have made on me and Ty.  We wish you the best of holiday seasons and pray for continued peace as you remember your beautiful Janey.  I found this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjAZDVai_So"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; recently and the song brought me to tears as I listened to the lyrics. Melissa, I know this is not Janey, but the words to this song led me to share this with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FYI:  The video is about Copeland Farley who was born with Trisomy-18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8373087556493714255?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8373087556493714255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8373087556493714255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8373087556493714255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8373087556493714255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-melissa.html' title='For Melissa'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5787477696021067248</id><published>2007-11-20T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:18:37.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumb sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gabe sucks his thumb. I'm not exactly happy about that because I can't throw his thumb away when he is two. I've tried to give him a paci, but he has now learned to spit that out and get his thumb in there. The worst part is, he is so cute. See for yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135065668124049250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R0NrBLbWf2I/AAAAAAAAACU/G0dBHbzyzEc/s400/100_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135065676713983858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R0NrBrbWf3I/AAAAAAAAACc/CCIxqYNrJe8/s400/100_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5787477696021067248?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5787477696021067248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5787477696021067248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5787477696021067248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5787477696021067248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/11/thumb-sucker.html' title='Thumb sucker'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R0NrBLbWf2I/AAAAAAAAACU/G0dBHbzyzEc/s72-c/100_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5621510746649938099</id><published>2007-11-09T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:37:57.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This weekend G got to meet several important people in his Momma's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My brother, Ben, and his family came into town from Tennessee.  He brought some students to visit Harding during Homecoming weekend.  Heather, Ben's wife, also had a cousin in the Homecoming musical.  It was so good to see him.  My brother is a great source of encouragement for me.  He is such a role model and good man.  I am blessed that he is a part of my life and family.  I just wish he didn't live so far away.  Somehow, I failed to get a picture of Gabe and his cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131016481694051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RzUITggMayI/AAAAAAAAACE/NA8Q7nsgiQ8/s400/100_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G also got to meet Lindsey.  She is a wonderful college friend that I still keep in contact with.  We directed Spring Sing and were in charge of pledge week together.  Lindsey was also a bridesmaid in my wedding.  She always knows how to make me smile.  Lindsey is the type of friend that can challenge your spirituality and encourage you to be a better Christian without even trying.  I am constantly encouraged to be a better person and take care of others because of her.  I love her dearly and wish she didn't live in the DFW area.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131016494578953010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RzUIUQgMazI/AAAAAAAAACM/2tlTSdU6Ba4/s400/100_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cut my hair last week in preparation for going back to work.  It ended up being about 12 inches that I cut off.  I intend to mail my hair into Locks of Love.  I haven't done that yet because my hair was wet when it got cut, and since my hair is so thick it just dried this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5621510746649938099?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5621510746649938099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5621510746649938099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5621510746649938099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5621510746649938099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RzUITggMayI/AAAAAAAAACE/NA8Q7nsgiQ8/s72-c/100_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6875789170612873004</id><published>2007-11-08T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:02:24.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The many faces of Gabe and random fun in the last month&lt;br /&gt;http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=432345564252608612&amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6875789170612873004?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6875789170612873004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6875789170612873004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6875789170612873004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6875789170612873004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7451777744230234668</id><published>2007-11-06T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:41:59.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know it has been forever since I updated.  I just wanted to quickly say that I have successfully completed two days of work.  It was one of the hardest things I have had to do.  Little Man is doing fine with the change.  It is his mom that is struggling.  I hope to post some pictures and stories tomorrow.  We finally are getting the internet at our house again.  Sorry this is so short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7451777744230234668?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7451777744230234668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7451777744230234668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7451777744230234668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7451777744230234668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-at-work.html' title='Back at Work'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5197851573150142445</id><published>2007-10-07T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:26:16.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spit-Up King</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm sorry that it has been so long since my last update.  I have been so busy with Gabe lately.  He is awake more, so I spend a lot of my day playing with him.  Gabe has a problem.  He spits up.  I'm not talking the spit up that all babies do after they eat.  He spits up a lot and often.  It can be two hours after he ate and here it comes.  He wakes himself up in the night with spit up that lands on his sheet and gets cold on his face.  This does not make for a happy camper.  He has projectile spit up.  This is so bad that if we are leaving the house, I wait til it is time to walk out the door to dress us both.  I carry extra clothes for him and me in the diaper bag.  At his one month check-up I asked the doctor about this.  We were given a prescription for a dissolvable pill that I give him once a day.  The only difference I can see is that we only have projectile spit-up once a day instead of all day.  However, he still spits up about an once for every 3 taken in.  The doctor also suggested for me to pump and add some cereal to the bottle to thicken it up.  This is what has helped the most.  Does anyone have any other suggestions to help with preventing frequent spit up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5197851573150142445?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5197851573150142445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5197851573150142445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5197851573150142445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5197851573150142445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/10/spit-up-king.html' title='The Spit-Up King'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5723674739023600438</id><published>2007-09-24T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:15:01.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck, Duck Goose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gabe's one month picture in the crib getting ready for church.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113922100508499330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhNDkHUHYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIvdIshwtLw/s400/100_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gabe's gangsta picture while trying to get a good one month picture. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113922104803466642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhND0HUHZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wtpR6xsE59c/s400/100_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday I went to this huge consignment sale in Little Rock. I got some great deals! This consignment sale happens twice a year and rents out the Arkansas State Fairgrounds. &lt;a href="http://www.duckduckgoosesale.com/"&gt;http://www.duckduckgoosesale.com&lt;/a&gt; I was amazed at all the stuff that was there. I plan to go every year. The same person who does this sale has one coming up in Conway. I hope to go because I still need a pack-n-play with a bassinet peice. Now onto the deals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hiking backpack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921825630592306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhMzkHUHTI/AAAAAAAAABM/EGROjDuPnjE/s400/backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retail value: $99 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ddg: $ 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bumbo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921825630592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhMzkHUHUI/AAAAAAAAABU/M4zKzsIvRgc/s400/bumbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retail value: $39.99 ddg: $25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Car Seat Base&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921825630592338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhMzkHUHVI/AAAAAAAAABc/v6PuFfspxek/s400/car+seat+base.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retail value: $34.99 ddg: $15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;High chair&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921829925559650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhMz0HUHWI/AAAAAAAAABk/bcwDha2uHGY/s400/high+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retail value: $119.00 ddg: $45.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Leap Frog Activitiy Table&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921829925559666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhMz0HUHXI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBO7TFjj-v8/s400/table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Retail value: $34.99 ddg $10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I also got lots of clothes for cheap!!! Consignment sales are the way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5723674739023600438?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5723674739023600438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5723674739023600438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5723674739023600438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5723674739023600438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/09/duck-duck-goose.html' title='Duck, Duck Goose'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RvhNDkHUHYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yIvdIshwtLw/s72-c/100_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7322910752809563014</id><published>2007-09-22T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T17:47:25.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Blogger isn't cooperating, so there are no new pictures.  I'll have those up as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last Sunday, Gabe turned one month old.  When he was born he was in the 10th percentile for weight, length, and head circumference.  That means, he was super small!!!  In one month he has jumped up to the 50th percentile in weight and head circumference.  He is still way down at 10% in the length.  Anyone who knows Ty and I would not be surprised by that.  We are short and stocky people.  Gabe weighed in at 9 lbs. 13 oz.  A whole 3 1/2 lbs bigger than his birth weight.  He is now 20.5 inches long.  My long and lanky child now has fat rolls.  They are so cute.  I just want to eat them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More to come on my amazing buys for Gabe.  You shall be most impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7322910752809563014?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7322910752809563014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7322910752809563014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7322910752809563014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7322910752809563014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8051122332669282724</id><published>2007-09-15T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:54:11.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have discovered something wonderful! The art of swaddling! I got five hours of sleep last night. I read the book &lt;em&gt;The Happiest Baby on the Block&lt;/em&gt;. It has all this research and ways to calm your baby and get them to sleep longer. It is such a blessing. I wish I had read it all the way through before Gabe arrived and was able to enjoy it working from day one. It is a must read for all moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=432345564239410513&amp;amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564239410513&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/432345564239410513/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=432345564239410513&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/432345564239410513/bb_t013_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8051122332669282724?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8051122332669282724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8051122332669282724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8051122332669282724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8051122332669282724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Gabe'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-5633163404700368814</id><published>2007-09-12T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:25:13.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow my son will be one month old. My life with a newborn has changed dramatically. I have learned so many things (like how to update a blog while only being able to type with one hand). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have so much to love about being a mom: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have someone to snuggle with 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The smell of a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Showing off my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Compliments on how pretty my baby is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watching a newborn sleep and all the facial expressions that change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not having to go to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Listening to all the coos, sighs, and grunts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;learning that i could have lived my entire life with just one arm, because there are so many things i can do with one arm that i always used two arms for before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Things I dislike about being a mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;getting up every two hours in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;engorged boobs (wow they hurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not having social interaction with adults until my husband gets off work and back from the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the pain and soreness in my woman areas that does not seem to want to go away even four weeks later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;now for pictures of the sweet baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109446505149082530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RuhmhoJFq6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OWsP9YxVCFQ/s400/100_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109446509444049842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/Ruhmh4JFq7I/AAAAAAAAABE/AnW7JmaN94w/s400/100_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-5633163404700368814?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/5633163404700368814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=5633163404700368814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5633163404700368814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/5633163404700368814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-as-mom.html' title='Life as a Mom'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RuhmhoJFq6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/OWsP9YxVCFQ/s72-c/100_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-4823898510257229941</id><published>2007-08-27T17:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:58:26.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Announcement Proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is the proof for our birth announcement.  I found this through a friend of a friend.  &lt;a href="http://www.mykindacard.com/"&gt;www.mykindacard.com&lt;/a&gt;   It's a great website, and she works super fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtNWgl44odI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WyZlRnsPj0o/s1600-h/Gabe_birthAnnouncement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103517920667410898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtNWgl44odI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WyZlRnsPj0o/s400/Gabe_birthAnnouncement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-4823898510257229941?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/4823898510257229941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=4823898510257229941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4823898510257229941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4823898510257229941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/08/birth-announcement-proof.html' title='Birth Announcement Proof'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtNWgl44odI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WyZlRnsPj0o/s72-c/Gabe_birthAnnouncement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-4932455753289453614</id><published>2007-08-25T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:11:18.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabe's arrival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WARNING: Males and some females may not want to read. A birth story is never pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A lot has happened since my last post. I gave birth to a sweet little baby boy named Gabriel William Gentry. He entered this world in a very creative way, so we know already our hands are going to be full with him. He is a bit of a dare devil and stunt man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On Wednesday, August 15th I went to the doctor at 3:30. I was 3 cm dialated and fully effaced. I really didn't want to have to go to work on Monday, so my doctor went ahead and stripped my membranes because that can sometimes start contractions. Let me tell you, stripping of membranes is not pleasant at all. I had already been having strong contractions for 2 days but nothing regular. I went home hoping that something would occur and feeling extremely uncomfortable. Ty was on call and didn't get home until about 7:30. We went to eat at Western Sizzlin because I wanted their salad bar. I was having several contractions, but still nothing regular. We arrive home, and I have this sudden urge to finish hanging the lanterns in Gabe's room. I'm vacuuming, mopping, and doing laundry. I pack Ty's bag for the hospital. The whole time I'm having pretty strong contractions, but I wasn't paying attention to length or time in between. Ty notices that I'm having to stop often because the contractions are so intense. At 11:15, we sit down to watch Tommy Boy, and he starts timing contractions. At 11:30 we've decided it's time to leave for the hospital because the contractions are less than 4 minutes apart and are lasting for about a 1 1/2 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We get to the hospital by 11:45. They check me and I'm 5 cm dialated. They ask me if I can walk to the delivery room, I tell them yes, but quickly change my mind. I turn around and run to the restroom to throw up. My salad bar came back up the other way. That was an embarrassing surprise to me. I'm already in the hospital gown at this point, so I'm exposing myself to everyone. I quickly get over this exposure embarrassment. Everyone has to look at you at some point, so you get to the point when you just don't care. The nurse decides I need to be wheeled to my room with a barf bag. I get checked in and they give me Staydol while I wait for the epidural. The Staydol made me extremely loopy. I couldn't make complete sentences, my speech was slurred, and I answered normal questions incorrectly (i.e. my maiden name was Dills instead of Diles). Ty corrected all of my mistakes. By 1 a.m. I had my epidural and was dialated to 7 cm. In case you are wondering, epidurals are wonderful. I didn't even know I was having contractions. I slept off and on until about 5 am. My doctor was on his way to the hospital and I was dialated to 10. However, my water still had not broke. Several nurses attempted to break it but they couldn't. They decided to have me push to try and break my water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At 5:05 I started pushing. My water broke on the first push and then I see complete fear in my nurses faces. When my water broke, Gabe's heart rate dropped down into the 50s. They started trying to massage his head to raise his heart rate and they turn the monitor away, so I can't see it. The doctor came in not long after this. He's wearing a baseball cap and generally joking around, however when he sees the monitor he is all business. His baseball cap comes flying off, and he's asking all sorts of questions about Gabe's umbilical cord and other questions. I start to cry because I can see the fear on everyone's faces. I'm told that if his heart rate doesn't come up soon, we'll have to do an emergency c-section. I start to push hard core, but because we have to get him out quickly, my epidural is not wearing out fast enough, so I can't feel to push. Well, Gabe's heart completely goes off the moniter. Meaning, there is no heart rate registering at all. The doctor says, I'm going to use forceps and if the baby doesn't come out on this push we're doing a c-section. All of the doctors and nurses are in the room on standby reading to perform the surgery. Of course I'm becoming extremely nervous and scared about my baby boy. At 5:48, I push and see Gabe being pulled out. The next thing I see made me start bawling. I see Gabe's full body in the air, his head in the forceps, and then he slips out of the forceps into the catch pan. I did not know the catch pan was there, so I think Gabe has fallen to the floor. Ty thinks this as well, so he drops to the floor to get him. I think he has passed out. So, I'm lying on the bed not hearing my baby cry thinking he has fallen to the floor, knowing that they couldn't find his heartbeat, and that my husband has passed out. I'm basically hysterical. When Gabe fell, all of the nurses and doctors flinched and gasped. This scared me as well. I have never seen a doctor move so fast. He scooped Gabe up and started slapping him to make him cry. After 1 minute, I hear Gabe cry, so all was well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So less than 14 hours after my membranes were stripped, I delivered a healthy baby boy. We still have no idea why his heart rate dropped. Now for some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102774448943571394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtCyU144ocI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qe9s-XypXYs/s400/Mom+and+Gabe+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102774423173767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtCyTV44oaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rJgnd5OcaDs/s400/524227-R1-25-24_024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102774436058669490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtCyUF44obI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r439vxXrllk/s400/car+ride+home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-4932455753289453614?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/4932455753289453614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=4932455753289453614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4932455753289453614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4932455753289453614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/08/gabes-arrival.html' title='Gabe&apos;s arrival'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RtCyU144ocI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qe9s-XypXYs/s72-c/Mom+and+Gabe+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-3159838633452636385</id><published>2007-08-07T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:39:55.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WARNING****Complaining and possibly too much information for some in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Currently, I'm playing a waiting game.  I hate waiting.  I've always been pretty impatient.  I was so tired of waiting to graduate high school, then marriage, then college graduation, job searching, etc.  Now, I'm tired of waiting for my son to arrive on the outside world.  I am so very ready for him to quit "cooking."  I'm tired of not being able to breathe or sleep.  I constantly have to go the bathroom.  My hips hurt and I am uncomfortable about 110% of the time.  I am tired of thinking, "Is today the day?"  I'm tired of answering when I'm due, if I'm coming back to school when school starts, how long I'm taking off, and if people are on my call list for when I go to the hospital.  I'm tired of wondering if this contraction I'm currently feeling is the start to the real thing and when will my next contraction occur.  I'm tired of not being able to bend over to paint my toenails.  I'm tired of being self conscious about my water breaking in public, intense heat causing embarrassing sweat stains, and all sorts of other weird things that happen to a pregnant body that can cause embarrassing situations (i.e. leaking boobs during class, smells, etc.).  I am just very tired of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-3159838633452636385?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/3159838633452636385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=3159838633452636385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3159838633452636385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3159838633452636385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-game.html' title='Waiting Game'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6174822951517184608</id><published>2007-07-23T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:42:27.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please forgive my long absence.  My husband and I have been working on a new budget to prepare for baby Gabe.  One of the things deemed not necessary is internet because once I go back to school, I'll have it all the time.  So, here I am bored out of my mind, waiting on a baby to arrive with no internet access at the house.  I have to transport our laptop to places to get on and check everyone's updates.  I think I will adjust to this development eventually, but right now, I hate it!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We had a good fireworks season.  I of course thought it was way too hot, and was glad that Ty and our friend Josh insisted that I spend lots of time in the hotel in the air conditioning.  I am glad that we went ahead and decided to sell fireworks this year.  It turned out to be quite lucrative for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby update:  I'm 34 weeks which is a milestone because that means Gabe's lungs are developed enough to need little or no support if he was born now.  The doctor would like for him to stay put for at least another two weeks.  I on the otherhand would be completely happy to have the soccer games in my belly cease.  I feel good, but I tire easily.  I try to take naps and sleep through the night, but my bladder and comfort does not allow for that.  I think our house is hot, but friends think it is cold enough to hang meat.  We are almost completely finished with the room.  I'll take pictures when we are finished.  We are wanting 2 Japanese lanterns for night lights.  I also need a power cord, lightbulbs, and to finish painting the trim.  Since these are all cosmetic and utility type issues, Gabe could come at any time and have a place to stay that is ready for him.  My blood pressure is great (122/70) and so is my weight (19 lbs).  The only problem I am facing is a little back pain and swollen hands and feet(but that varies on a day to day basis).    I will let you know when the tyke makes his arrival.  I know that God has a plan for that, but it would work out quite well for mine and Ty's jobs if he chose the 15th of August.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6174822951517184608?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6174822951517184608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6174822951517184608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6174822951517184608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6174822951517184608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-month.html' title='The Last Month'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-1300232577031046077</id><published>2007-06-20T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T09:06:23.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow I leave for Tennessee for fireworks.  I'll just be gone this first weekend and then I'll return a week later for the long haul.  I have to finish up a few grad classes to be able to stay.  However, I have lots of anxiety about it this year.  What if I go into labor?  I'm 7 hours away from my doctor although he has given me the go ahead to go.  I am confident that I will be completely miserable.  I don't want to go, but the money will help with the new addition.  Pray that we stay safe and I don't have a baby in Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-1300232577031046077?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/1300232577031046077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=1300232577031046077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/1300232577031046077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/1300232577031046077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/06/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7912306220551221798</id><published>2007-06-07T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:50:51.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Several things have changed since I've been pregnant.  I'm blaming all the weird things on pregnancy.  I have no idea if they are related or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't get comfortable when sitting or lying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My feet look funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My toenail paint is chipping badly and I don't care....It's not comfortable to reach my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a permanant crease on the top part of my belly from the hideous full panel pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want to sleep all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have to pea all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I cough, sneeze, or laugh, I have to run to the restroom because it forces pee out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get winded when climbing a flight of stairs, but can walk on a flat surface for miles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My knees hurt when I squat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cry at random things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When Gabe flips over, I have a contraction.  This is not a comfortable thing especially when sitting in a grad class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My pets are determined to lay down on my belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All food taste good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't remember anything, and my filing system is totally different.  (Ex.  I put my sunglasses away in the fridge.  To be fair, I realize this is a mistake and has only ocurred once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7912306220551221798?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7912306220551221798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7912306220551221798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7912306220551221798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7912306220551221798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/06/pregnancy-woes.html' title='Pregnancy Woes'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-4255734287562214043</id><published>2007-06-01T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:13:55.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Gabe update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm 27 weeks pregnant and feeling huge.  I've gained 8 pounds in the last four weeks.  The good news is, I'm still way below my target weight.  The bad news is that if I continue to gain weight at this rate I'll gain 26 more pounds before the baby is here.  That's how much I'm supposed to gain total!!! I've got to slow way down.  All that being said, Gabe is doing great.  He's got a good heart rate.  My blood pressure is good and so is my blood sugar.  I'm doing well.  The doctor said he expects Gabe to come around the middle of August instead of the first weekend in September.  He said he would make sure that Gabe was born before school started if that's what I wanted.  To some extent I want to go into labor naturally, but the logistics of having Gabe before school starts would be great.  That means that I would be able to be home with him longer, and I wouldn't have to be teaching seventh graders at nine months pregnant.  On the other hand if I had Gabe on his due date or later, I could get my students started on their routine before I'm gone, and the sub wouldn't mess the rest of the year up for me as bad.  The truth is, I'm not sure what is best for me and the baby.  I'll be praying a lot about this situation and you are welcome to join in on this as well.  I feel great however my back hurts because Gabe likes to sit on my sciatic nerve on my left side.  He does lots of flips and kicks.  My whole belly moves around at night when I lay down.  That is when Gabe is very active.  We have the crib and the bedding.  We need the dresser/changing table and to move a few shelves and then his room will be finished.  My siblings came to visit this weekend and we received lots of goodies from them (ex. bassinet, pack-n-play, bath tub, maternity clothes, baby clothes, and lots of other gear).  I'm looking forward to being out of school for the rest of my pregnancy, so I can relax and try to limit the swelling of my feet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-4255734287562214043?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/4255734287562214043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=4255734287562214043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4255734287562214043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4255734287562214043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/06/gabe-update.html' title='Gabe update'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6404841549718116223</id><published>2007-05-26T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:23:17.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;chool's out for summer!!!!  I have big plans of finishing a nursery, taking two grad classes, and resting a whole lot.  I may travel to see friends.  I may make friends come see me.  I am so glad that I do not have to wake up Monday morning at 6:00.  Life is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6404841549718116223?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6404841549718116223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6404841549718116223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6404841549718116223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6404841549718116223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/05/school.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8809388129156692121</id><published>2007-05-19T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:56:35.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='klumsiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>I love Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The other night, Ty and I had an original "I Love Lucy" episode in our kitchen.  I came home from work and Ty was in the kitchen starting dinner.  He had this huge casserole dish on the stove top.  I thought he was just doing prep work of chopping and stuff, so I didn't say anything about how that dish can't be heated on the burner.  I went into the laundry room, and just as I step in there, I hear this huge explosion.  I walk back into the kitchen to see that the casserole dish was split in half.  Ty didn't know that the casserole dish couldn't be used on the burner, and he had the burner on to melt the butter.  Well, I start cleaning up broken shards of pyrex and the food that was in the dish.  Ty continues cooking.  I start to smell something burning.  So I am checking burners, and can't find anything.  Ty told me that he had turned on the oven.  I open the oven to find a stryofoam container that Ty had left in there completely melted.  So I start to clean that up.  I had to turn the oven off, so it would be cool enough for me to get stuff out.   All the stryofoam then cooled and wouldn't come off.  So we had to turn the oven back on to be able to get the stryofoam out.  I was laughing so hard by the end of this.  We did eventually eat our dinner, but it took a lot longer.    I'm not sure why we didn't give up, but we didn't and dinner was great.  Now whenever we turn on our oven, we still smell burnt plastic.  We can't find it in the oven.  I hope that isn't a fire hazard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8809388129156692121?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8809388129156692121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8809388129156692121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8809388129156692121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8809388129156692121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-lucy.html' title='I love Lucy'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6571691600781917237</id><published>2007-05-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:45:07.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've always heard about craving food while pregnant.  I haven't been craving things, but I can say this.  EVERYTHING TASTES SO GOOD!!!  I could eat all day even when I'm not hungry (which isn't often).  I love sweet things especially anything with fruit.  I never knew that the sense of taste was so enhanced during pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Random fact:  Amniotic fluid tastes like the food that you eat.   The baby's tastebuds are almost fully developed by the 21st week in utero.  Pregnant women really like sweet things because their breastmilk is sweet and the flavor of the amniotic prepares the baby for sweet things.  It has been seen on some women's ultrasounds that the baby spat out the amniotic fluid when they ate something really sour before the ultrasound.  I might try that on my next ultrasound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6571691600781917237?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6571691600781917237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6571691600781917237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6571691600781917237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6571691600781917237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/05/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-2551300232159207027</id><published>2007-05-04T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:01:02.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have so many things on my to do list. I am a terrible procrastinator. Some of these things have to be accomplished by the morning, others next week, and others by the time Gabe gets here. I'm blogging to procrastinate even longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finish presentation by tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;type a treatment plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;buy a ream of paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;make copies of presentation and treatment plan by 8 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lesson plans for next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;call businesses to give awards for student's projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finalize field trip info by Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;attend my sister-in-laws graduation sunday services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;attend a cook out with family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;finish the floor in the room we are remodeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after the floor is finished, move guest bed into that room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;after bed is moved, move crib into baby room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pay bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;move Ty's clothes to closet in our bedroom to make room for Gabe's gifts on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;clean floors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;buy make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;clean out fridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know there are other things on my list, but these are very pressing. I guess I better get started. Gabe is trying to kick the laptop off of my belly. Maybe he's trying to tell me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-2551300232159207027?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/2551300232159207027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=2551300232159207027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/2551300232159207027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/2551300232159207027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-do.html' title='To do:'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7922003897122862882</id><published>2007-05-02T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:51:56.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Random Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My principal and I had a conversation about Kindergarten Round-up recently because his son will be in kindergarten next year.  This made me think of my own kindergarten round up experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents were moving to a new town before I started kindergarten.  My mom drove me the two hours from our home to the town we would be moving to that summer.  I stood in the front seat (before car seats were mandatory for toddlers) and talked non-stop for the whole trip.  I laughed and talked about completely random things.  I still have this unfortunate trait today (just ask my husband).  As Mom takes the exit, I start crying uncontrollably.  I was screaming, "What if I fail?"  My mom still has no idea how I knew about failing tests, but I was sure I was going to fail.  She finally calmed me down in time for me to take my tests.  However, she couldn't go with me.  I was traumatized.  When the testing was over, Mom asked me how it went.  I told her, "Oh, it was easy.  They made me hop on one foot, count, name letters, and name coins."  To this day I remember the questions they asked and which question I missed.  I know I missed the identify of a nickel.  I can explain this unfortunate event though.  They only showed me one coin at a time.  I got the penny and dime correct.  When they placed the nickel on the table, they only let me see the back.  I couldn't tell, so I said it was a quarter.  When the next coin was a quarter, I recognized my mistake immediately.  However, the teacher wouldn't let me change my answer, I asked.  Apparently, even with missing one question, you are allowed to enter kindergarten.  I didn't fail, thank goodness.  I have never failed a test or class because I still have this intense fear of failing.  Maybe I should get counseling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7922003897122862882?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7922003897122862882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7922003897122862882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7922003897122862882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7922003897122862882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-story.html' title='Random Story'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-2500489521504018430</id><published>2007-04-30T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:57:04.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>Gabe's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RjaQWOqR0JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rijbzX1KGJ8/s1600-h/baby+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059389942964277394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RjaQWOqR0JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rijbzX1KGJ8/s400/baby+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RjaQDuqR0II/AAAAAAAAAAM/Le5bajXLNZ0/s1600-h/baby+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is what Gabe's bedding looks like. Our room is a darker shade of blue. The crib is a combination of a dark and light wood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-2500489521504018430?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/2500489521504018430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=2500489521504018430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/2500489521504018430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/2500489521504018430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/gabes-room.html' title='Gabe&apos;s room'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/RjaQWOqR0JI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rijbzX1KGJ8/s72-c/baby+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8930431177696908279</id><published>2007-04-27T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:29:39.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>I'm definitely pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cried tonight because Ty tried to get me to eat a cashew, and I hate cashews.  As I got up to go get tissue I had to step over a babygate (at a friend's house), Ty said I wouldn't be able to do that in two or three months.  So the crying continued.  I'm definitely pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8930431177696908279?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8930431177696908279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8930431177696908279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8930431177696908279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8930431177696908279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-definitely-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m definitely pregnant'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-6529864550495657784</id><published>2007-04-25T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:39:36.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe'/><title type='text'>My son's a punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My husband calls our son a punk.  Gabe is a very active boy.  He kicks me all the time.  I enjoy feeling him move all the time.  Ice cream, music, and really sweet food really gets him moving.  When Ty and I are both off work, I try to get Ty to feel him move.  Ty has still not felt Gabe move because as Ty says our son is a punk.  He falls asleep instantly as soon as Ty's hand touches my belly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now only if Ty's magical powers could work after Gabe arrives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-6529864550495657784?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/6529864550495657784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=6529864550495657784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6529864550495657784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/6529864550495657784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-sons-punk.html' title='My son&apos;s a punk'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-9011745279186872247</id><published>2007-04-12T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:45:06.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contacts'/><title type='text'>Contacts, sweet contacts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am blind as a bat.  I've worn contacts since 5th grade.  I started with contacts.  I somehow convinced my mom that I was responsible enough to wear disposable contacts at the ripe age of 10.  I wore my contacts but not at the recommended wear for a week, rest, and then one more week.  After that I was supposed to throw them away.  Well, I chose the method of wearing them until they were so dirty I couldn't see out of them or they fell out of my eyes.  I would throw them away and sleep without them and then the next morning I would put the new pair in.  I have not had trouble with my contacts at all.  Sure, I've had pink eye and a few other eye infections, but I couldn't be happier with my contacts.  I only got glasses in case I had an infection because my camp days would cause that to frequently occur.  About a month ago my contacts had reached maximum dirt.  I did my normal routine of throwing them away.  I knew I had a back up pair because I had just bought them.  I went to bed thinking I had nothing to worry about.  The next morning, the extra pairs weren't there.  I couldn't find them anywhere.  I checked the closet and medicine cabinet.  I even checked luggage to see if I had packed them and never unpacked.  No where.  I can't even begin to tell you how difficult this was without my glasses on.  I decided to wear the glasses and keep looking for my contacts for awhile because I didn't want to have to pay for another box when I had extras already.  After 3 weeks, I gave in.  I was tired of wearing my glasses and the contacts where still no where to be found.  I ordered two boxes (12 pairs) just in case.  I had forgotten how much I loved contacts.  What a joy to be able to see what time it is when I wake up in the middle of the night (which happens a lot these days with Gabe getting big enough to press on my bladder).  I now check everyday to make sure the contacts are still on the bathroom shelf every morning, so I don't have to experience this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My alarm clock digits are 3 inches tall, and I have to hold it up to my face to see the clock.  There's no hope for even possibly seeing my watch.  Thank goodness for contacts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-9011745279186872247?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/9011745279186872247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=9011745279186872247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/9011745279186872247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/9011745279186872247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/contacts-sweet-contacts.html' title='Contacts, sweet contacts'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-3433370179673147940</id><published>2007-04-09T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:48:59.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sing Review 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is mainly for my friend, Lindsey, who was missing in action this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kappa Gamma, Shantih, Chi Kappa Rho:  Egyptians:  Okay music and dancing, great costumes.  Not very many people.  Hard to follow story line.  Grandmothers out of grave, mummies, matchmaking.  Placed in visual effects but nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gamma Sigs, Pi Theta Phi, Iota Chi: Pirates: Good music, clever costumes that showed when everyone was together.  The downside, if someone was off it looked really bad!!!! Placed 4th overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ju Go Ju, Kojies: Candy Shop:  Funny thing(their charity was Juvenile Diabetes), Cute girly costumes as always, okay story line, Lots of fun characters (Candy Man, Dentists, Fudge, M&amp;Ms, gumdrops, Lollipop girls that tapped danced, Pepto Bismol) Choreography was together and cute.   Really cute lyrics; They won every category except music.  They used Sunshine Day and the Keep On Brady Bunch songs.  Placed 1st overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chi Sigs, Regina: Aliens:  Kind of weird because their main characters were farmers in Roswell and then the Aliens showed up.  Alien costumes were really good.  They were still trying to use those same Gold Rush moves.  It just doesn't work anymore especially when it isn't clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TNT, Zeta Rho: Puppets:  They did so good!  It was by far my favorite.  The performers stayed in character even when they changed formations.  Their moves looked like they were attached to strings.  They had Pinnochio as someone who had removed his strings and that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be because he had to bathe.  They had a human size loofa and bar of soap.  Cracked me up!!!  Placed 3rd overall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oege, Gata: Arcade:  Very small show.  Costumes weren't that great, but idea was cute.  Had a large PacMan and Mrs. PacMan.  Also had those moles that you bonk on the head with a mallet.  Most of the show centered around a DDR competition.  Those two dancers were really good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ChiOs, Delta Gamma Rho:  Elementary Kids:  Really cute!! Had teachers, lunch ladies with huge rearends, detention hall for a food fight at lunch.  Just overall a neat idea.  Costumes were simple and lyrics were easy to understand.  Lunch ladies beformed a Michael Jackson Dance and changed the Beat it lyrics to Eat it.  It was very creative.  One first in Music and 2nd overall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The further I am removed from Harding in age the sadder Spring Sing is to me.  I miss it so much, but I'm almost let down when I go to see it.  It doesn't carry that same joy it once did for me.  Maybe it's because I no longer particpate, or I see fewer and fewer friends each year.  I don't know what it is, but I'm no longer IN LOVE WITH SPRING SING.  It was a very sad realization to come to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-3433370179673147940?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/3433370179673147940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=3433370179673147940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3433370179673147940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3433370179673147940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/spring-sing-review-2007.html' title='Spring Sing Review 2007'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8391212399379453283</id><published>2007-04-05T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:25:37.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I went to the doctor yesterday.  I was wrong.  We are not having a girl because there is a definite appendage on the ultrasound.  That's right, we are having a boy!!!!  His name is going to be Gabriel William.  We plan on calling him Gabe.  We are both so excited.  The nursery is already painted blue, so we don't have to change the color.  In other news, last month I had lost a pound.  This month I gained 3 from last month.  So I'm only 2 pounds over my starting weight.  However, I look like I'm about 15 pounds over my starting weight.  If you want belly pictures, let me know.  Ty won't let me post them on the internet, so I'll have to email them to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8391212399379453283?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8391212399379453283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8391212399379453283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8391212399379453283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8391212399379453283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8113983201919564450</id><published>2007-03-10T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:28:23.808-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This week my sister-in-law, Katie, and a college suitemate, Andrea, asked to get together with me before the semester is out.  Being the date and time oriented person I am, I pulled out my calendar to check when I could meet up with these lovely ladies.  I was shocked that I had to continue flipping until April 21st for my meeting with Andrea.  Then it was May 12 for Katie.  I'm going to have to slow down after this baby gets here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brief glimpse at my busy schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today: Quiz Bowl moderator (reading questions that made me feel stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mon, Tues, Thurs of next week: working track meets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday-Sun: Sister in town and Ty and I camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mar. 24-Mar. 31: Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April 6-8: Spring Sing/Easter/Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April 14: Grad class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April 21: Andrea!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;April 28: Grad class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May 5: Grad class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;May 16: Working 6A state track meet (I get out of school for this).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm gonna have to stop volunteering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8113983201919564450?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8113983201919564450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8113983201919564450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8113983201919564450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8113983201919564450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7665463466020887328</id><published>2007-03-06T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:35:51.850-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Predictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Although I have said that I don't care if I have a boy or girl, I want it to be healthy.  However,  the more I think about it, the more I want a boy.  There is something so special about having a big brother, so I want my first to be a boy.  All that being said, I think I'm having a girl.  I went to the doctor today.  The baby's heartrate was 150-160 beats per minute.  I just feel like it's a girl.  Everything that is pink is so cute to me.  I just feel deep down that it's a girl.  I will find out April 10th or 11th.  Tune in for the details later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7665463466020887328?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7665463466020887328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7665463466020887328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7665463466020887328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7665463466020887328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/03/predictions.html' title='Predictions'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-4527075917019637075</id><published>2007-03-05T12:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:54:08.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Pants Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've always prided myself in maintaining my weight.  Have I always been happy with that weight?  No, but can I maintain it?  Yes!  I have only gained 13 pounds since I graduated from high school nearly 7 years ago including during my pregnancy so far.  In all actuallity, most have that has been gained since I've been married.  School lunches will do that to you, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today was a sad day.  My pants would no longer button.  Not even sucking in and laying on the bed would allow the button hole and button to meet.  So, being the money saver and time saver that I am (I'd already ironed them for crying out loud), I improvised.  I pulled extra pony tail elastics out of the closet and hooked it through my belt loop.  I have now made my pants last a few weeks longer by having some give to the pants.  The 2 pounds since the pregnancy has really increased my pant size.  More so than the 11 since graduation.  That is so weird to me.  I'll take pictures sometime soon of my small growing belly.  In the 14 week now.  26 to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-4527075917019637075?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/4527075917019637075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=4527075917019637075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4527075917019637075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4527075917019637075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/03/pants-matter.html' title='Pants Matter'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-3037771573889973896</id><published>2007-03-03T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T16:31:40.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty and I are in a rough spot.  We live in Searcy, and it's just a rough town for friends when you aren't affliated with Harding anymore.  Ty has his friends, which I like but most don't have wives.  I have my friends, but they are all older and it's just weird to hang out other than at work.  We had 3 sets of good friends in Searcy, but they weren't all close with each other.  Mike and Stephanie moved last May.  I miss them so much.  We've seen each other a few times since then, but it's just not the same.  We don't have near as much contact with them.  We just found out that our friends Daniel and Ryan will probably be moving to Kuwait in two months.  I am so sad about that.  They are great friends.  Ryan and I went to consignment sales for my baby  this weekend.  I wish they weren't going.  I understand that people move away, but I'm so upset because they are moving out of the country.  Ken and Natalie are still here, and I'm thankful about that.  However, I am extremely sad about losing the other two sets of married friends.  I'm officially on a married friend search.  That way we can have some close friends around in case others are busy or out of town or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-3037771573889973896?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/3037771573889973896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=3037771573889973896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3037771573889973896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/3037771573889973896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-4959310653509304866</id><published>2007-02-25T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:46:44.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Finally, I have a fenced in backyard.  Ty and his friend worked all afternoon on it.  My dogs are currently playing outside.  Thank goodness for spring and me being pregnant.  That got me out of the manual labor and speeded up the fence being put up.  I'm 13 weeks today, and no one but me can see my bump.  I'm sure it will start showng soon because I have no where to go but out.  My five foot self just doesn't have much room to hide a baby.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I haven't been sick in a long while, so that's good.  I feel great.  I go back to the doctor next week.  I think that we will find out what it is at the beginning of April.  I'm really enjoying talking with my students about the baby.  I showed them my first ultrasound and they got to see the baby move.  This has led to great discussions about abortion.  The students really understand that the baby is a living thing even before it looks like a baby.  They ask me questions daily and touch my belly often.  I'm no longer called Mrs. Gentry by most of them.  My new name is Mamma G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-4959310653509304866?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/4959310653509304866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=4959310653509304866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4959310653509304866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/4959310653509304866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/dogs.html' title='Dogs'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-9228977531673727</id><published>2007-02-19T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:14:46.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have so much housework to do.  I hate housework.  Laundry is the WORST!  How does one keep up with more than themself?  I really dispise folding clothes.  I can wash and dry all day, but folding and puting them away is awful.  I would rather wash dishes.  Why do dogs make such a mess?  I'm ready to pull my hair out and get rid of them all, and I love dogs.  I want to come home from work and go to sleep.  Sometimes I don't even care about eating.  I guess I just feel so overwhelmed from being gone since last Wednesday.  Life is just a little crazy right now.  I want to sleep it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I had to throw away my peanut butter :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-9228977531673727?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/9228977531673727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=9228977531673727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/9228977531673727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/9228977531673727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-8945645861510692282</id><published>2007-02-13T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:46:21.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mimi again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Still no news about Mimi.  She has not left this Earth yet, but she is getting ever nearer.  Last night I sat with Ty's mom in Mimi's room to around 9:00.  Hospice has come in on a continual schedule.  Mimi's night nurse was wonderful!  Mimi was in and out of consciousness yesterday, and she was in a lot of pain.  When her night nurse got there, she gave Mimi a wonderful sponge bath with lotion and lots of smell good powder.  She changed Mimi's sheets without making her get out of bed (a very unique and appreciated talent).  The last thing I heard Mimi say was to the night nurse asking where she had been earlier.  It was the first time Mimi had ever met her.  Mimi then fell asleep and was soundly resting without waking up to pain until after 9 am this morning.  What a blessing that was for Mimi and the family.  That nurse will be back in about 20 minutes.  Hopefully, Mimi will get that wonderful pleasure and experience again today.  The night nurse told me that hospice is her ministry and she loves her job.  Well, she ministered to our family last night, and we love her for the way she does her job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-8945645861510692282?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/8945645861510692282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=8945645861510692282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8945645861510692282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/8945645861510692282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/mimi-again.html' title='Mimi again'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-7072132945049849891</id><published>2007-02-12T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:41:05.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Please keep our family in your prayers. The doctors have called the family in to be with Mimi as she passes away.  I'm headed to Little Rock as soon as my sub gets to school.  Mimi is Ty's last living grandparent.  We are sad to see her leave this world, but we are thankful that she will soon no longer suffering here on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-7072132945049849891?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/7072132945049849891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=7072132945049849891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7072132945049849891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/7072132945049849891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/mimi.html' title='Mimi'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-117097535338671297</id><published>2007-02-08T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:55:53.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2 hours until Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;7 hours until Mike and Steph are here for the weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;29 1/2 weeks until our little bundle of joy should be arriving. (Yep, we're gonna have a baby!)  Due Sept. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-117097535338671297?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/117097535338671297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=117097535338671297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/117097535338671297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/117097535338671297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/countdown.html' title='Countdown!!!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-117070699622496296</id><published>2007-02-05T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:23:16.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I found this on several random blogs, and I thought it would be fun to participate in.   The purpose is to list 6 weird things about you because we all have a little weird in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I lay down to go to sleep, I rub my barefeet together.  I do it no matter the time or the temperature.  I cannot go to sleep with socks on because I can't rub my feet together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I write down the full names and birthdays of everyone in my family during church or class.  This started when I was in grade school.  I have countless lists stuck in my bible.  Weird to see how the family has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I alphabetize my pantry, spice cabinet, and movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hate lipstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I bite my bottom lip all the time.  During the winter this causes chapped, cracked lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have lots of bottles of lotion, and I never use any of them.  Lotion just makes me feel slimy and gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/11776336-117070699622496296?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/117070699622496296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=117070699622496296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/117070699622496296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/117070699622496296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/02/weird-things.html' title='Weird Things'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-116795222561422987</id><published>2007-01-04T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:10:25.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know what to name this post because there is so much to tell.  Since my last post Ty and I have done so much.  So here goes:  Thanksgiving, Christmas with several families settings, Ty had a wreck (broken kneecap), we got a new dog to give to my parents they didn't want a puppy, we gave our old dog, Patton, to my parents, my 25th birthday, our 3rd anniversary, Ty started a business, I took and passed my Health and P.E. certification test, and I shopped A LOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Recently I have been losing my mind.  I guess I was nervous about turning 25 or something, but it has been crazy the past few weeks.  I locked myself out of my classroom two days in a row.  The first day, I blew a breaker in my classroom, and I had a fist fight in my room.  To clarify, I was not involved in the fight, although I did break it up.  I lost several Christmas presents that I purchased.  I also bought Christmas cards to send, but I guess they are with the presents I can't find.  I locked my keys in the trunk at school, so I couldn't go anywhere.  I called Ty to come help me, and he had the wreck while I was on the phone with him.  I made out my semester test.  I wanted the test to have 100 questions.  Apparently, I forgot how to count to 100.  29 no longer comes after 28.  In my world 50 does!  The worst thing about this is that I read the test three times and filled out the scantron.  I somehow didn't notice that I ended on 78 instead of 100.  My class noticed as soon as they got the test.  I was so embarrassed.  I fixed by the next class period.  I think I am losing my mind.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To top it off, my husband just asked me what blogging was.  He lives in the dark ages.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-116795222561422987?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/116795222561422987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=116795222561422987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116795222561422987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116795222561422987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-116338131252604909</id><published>2006-11-12T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:28:32.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlpQbvOI6W8"&gt;Watch this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-116338131252604909?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/116338131252604909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=116338131252604909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116338131252604909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116338131252604909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-funny.html' title='So funny!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-116197273764733697</id><published>2006-10-27T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:12:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I do not like grad school right now.  I have no motivation to complete my assignments.  I do not care if I don't get an A.  I've never been that way before.  I don't know what to do to get motivated again, because I just do not care at all.  One class I don't mind, but the other one I hate.  I feel like I have been in this class repeatedly.  It's the same professor for three other classes that I've had.  All of the classes have been the same.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I quit cheerleading.  I hate that I had to quit.  It was so hard leaving all of the girls.  I feel sorry for them and the situation I left them in.  I had to quit because of health and personal reasons.  I now worry about what it's going to be like for the cheerleaders the rest of the year.  It has been the hardest last couple of weeks staying out of cheerleading.  I love the girls, and I want to stay involved because they are so great, but I had to leave for personal reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am in Mississippi and am so excited that I am able to visit friends.  I am enjoying the time away from Searcy and the ability to relax.  We have no plans, and that's so great!!  I love not having to rush anywhere.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love teaching school right now.  School is so fun.  I'm getting to teach the kids so many fun things and they are really enjoying learning.  I feel like I am making a difference in their lives both educationally and emotionally.  I am truly doing my job as a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the most part, I have great co-workers.  They really care about me and what I am doing.  They are so nice to me.  Yesterday, I had several go out of their way to make sure I was okay.  I felt so loved.  I am very thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-116197273764733697?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/116197273764733697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=116197273764733697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116197273764733697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116197273764733697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/10/many-emotions.html' title='Many Emotions'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-116015570755365225</id><published>2006-10-06T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T12:28:27.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I do not like spiders.  I never have.  They're freaky, eight legged creatures.  I don't even like grand-daddy long legs.  Well, my dispise for spiders has grown recently.  A week ago a red sore developed on my toe.  I had no idea what was from.  By Sunday, my whole foot was swollen and I couldn't walk.  I went to the ER (not my favorite place) because of the pain and I had red streaks leaving the wound.  They concluded that I had been bitten by a brown recluse.  When, I do not know.  My foot looks awful.  I have not been to work all week.  The swelling is massive, and now I have a very nasty wound.  I've been back to the doctor on Tuesday, and I'm going back this afternoon.  On Monday, I developed a blister in my eye.  I do not know if this is related to the spider.  I'm so glad that I didn't see the spider when it bit me.  If I had, the spider would be going through just as much pain and suffering that I have been through because of his choice to bite me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-116015570755365225?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/116015570755365225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=116015570755365225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116015570755365225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/116015570755365225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/10/spiders.html' title='Spiders'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115922616112897258</id><published>2006-09-25T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T18:16:01.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's been a rough couple of days in work and family.  Struggling with having a positive attitude and staying focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115922616112897258?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115922616112897258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115922616112897258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115922616112897258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115922616112897258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/09/rough-couple-of-days.html' title='Rough Couple of Days'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115803187581452739</id><published>2006-09-11T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:31:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>K is for Klutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remember having to come up with acrostics all during school.  Sometimes we got to do our mascot, but we usually had to do our name.  I had a terrible time with this project.  K....Y....L...A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It doesn't get much harder than that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have finally found a word for the letter K....Klutz.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've known for awhile that I am accident prone.  In college flag football I received a concussion, pinched nerve, broke hand, and torn ACL.  Yes, in that order.  Needless to say, I'm glad that I graduated in four years.  I hate to think what year five would have brought on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This weekend, I sealed the deal as being a klutz.  My husband and I had a long restful weekend of football.  On Sunday night, we went over to a friend's house to cook and watch the Manning brothers.  (I sure do have a married woman's crush on Peyton)  My husband was making hot wing sauce and asked me to melt some butter in a bowl in the microwave.  Since we weren't in our home, I couldn't find the bowls (later found clean in dishwasher).  I chose to use a mug.  Well, our friend's microwave works better than ours because the butter was boiling when the timer went off.  I pick up the mug no problem.  Apparently, my finger holding the handle decided to have a spasm and touch the side of the mug.  This burned, so I flinched.  This cause butter the temperature of lava to splash all over my other hand.  It landed on the side and then proceeded to run down my hand.  As I'm screaming in pain, I'm spilling more butter on the original hand that caused all of the trouble.  I finally make it to the counter and wipe the butter off.  I have stripes on the palm and back of hand from the burning fire of butter.  Later in the night, another friend comes over and asks if I just had a child because it looked like I was leaking.  In all the commotion of spilling butter, I spilled quite a bit on my big boobed self on a grey t-shirt.  The butter made spots look wet.  I couldn't see over my boob to see the big dark grey spot on the underside of my boob.  It was quite embarrassing and funny at the same time.  I am sorry there are no pictures to enjoy this, but my camera was at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.s.  the good thing is that survivor starts thursday, and I have no meetings this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115803187581452739?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115803187581452739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115803187581452739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115803187581452739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115803187581452739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/09/k-is-for-klutz.html' title='K is for Klutz'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115741873789482054</id><published>2006-09-04T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:12:17.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Steve Irwin died from being pierced by a stingray barb.  I find it weird, almost funny that the crazy guy who does stupid things with animals dies because of an animal.  I thought for sure a crocodile would take his life someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Razorbacks got beat Saturday, but at least it was better than last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am loving helping the cheerleaders.  I have routines and chants running through my head all the time.  It is taking me back to high school.  I feel young again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today, I didn't have school, so I went up to school to organize the cheer storage closet.  It was a mess.  There were 15-20 boxes that would not fit in the closet plus the mascot costume.  I got them all in there today except one.  That's okay though because it was the lost pom poms and I'll give them out to the girls on Tuesday.  I felt very good about it.  I love being able to organize messy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel caught up.  I have all of my classes grades entered.  I have turned in my homework that is due tomorrow.  There are a few things that I still need to do, but I'm not overwhelmed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The first couple of weeks of school have gone well.  We've had the back to school dance, and classes have finally settled down.  My biggest class has 25 students.  My computers are working, but I'm waiting for student printer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty is getting settled into his new job.  I'm so thankful for this blessing.  It will eventually take care of us completely.  I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We decided to hold off on moving to Cabot.  We are going to pay a few things off and save for a down payment before buying a house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love my Crisis Class and the other class is growing on me.  I know it will not be my favorite, but at least it is bearable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115741873789482054?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115741873789482054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115741873789482054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115741873789482054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115741873789482054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115599649494165172</id><published>2006-08-19T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:08:14.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Although I enjoy the summer and having time off, I'm ready for school to start back up.  I've been getting my classroom ready for days.  I'm so excited about this school year.  I get to teach brand new stuff to a whole new group of students.  Monday, 130 students are going to file through my room.  I want to be an example to these moldable minds of seventh graders.  They deserve to have at least one person who cares about them.  I want the students to know that I do care for them, and I believe they can succeed.  In addition to the 130, I have 41 cheerleaders depending on me to lead them in the right directions.  I can't wait to have all of these kids spending their weekdays with me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115599649494165172?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115599649494165172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115599649494165172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115599649494165172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115599649494165172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-starts-monday.html' title='School starts Monday'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115505558643516873</id><published>2006-08-08T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:46:26.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today, I woke up and decided to be a little worker bee.  I have already made Ty breakfast, checked blogs, painted our third bedroom, and done 5 loads of laundry.  It's not even noon yet.  I've also danced/exercised for 30 minutes.  I plan on moving a two shelves, making some phone calls, running errands, and making dinner by 5 o'clock.  At the rate I'm going, I will be able to get it all done.  What is wrong with my lazy self?  I like this attitude in myself.  I hope it stays.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow is my first official day of school meetings.  It is my least favorite day, because I have to meet everyone.  I'm so terribly bad at meeting people because it is way out of my comfort zone.  Tomorrow is especially bad because the parents come.  The good thing is that classes don't start until the 21st.  That gives me some more time to get things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In other news, Ty has been "unofficially" hired fulltime by his father.  In two weeks he will change to commission pay instead of hourly.  In six months that will increase, and then in a year it will increase again.  In three years, Ty's dad will step out of the business.  This is a huge answer to prayers.  Ty and I are looking at moving to Cabot to be half way between both of our jobs.  We found a great house, but I do not know if we can afford it.  We are swimming in debt, so I'm not sure we will get approved.  But it is perfect, 3 bedrooms, 3 baths, and 1.6 acres.  It also has a dishwasher and fireplace!!! Oh it is heaven on earth for Ty and me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115505558643516873?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115505558643516873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115505558643516873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115505558643516873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115505558643516873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/08/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115421195156719873</id><published>2006-07-29T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:25:51.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday was a wonderful day! I started the day with some sweet compliments from a stranger. As I was getting ready for my last graduate class of the summer my husband called. He wanted to go on a date with me. That's always special, so I agreed to meet him in Little Rock after class. I got to Little Rock with no problems. My sweet husband surprised me with Tim McGraw and Faith Hill concert tickets. It was great. We also went out to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.damgoodepies.com"&gt;Damgoode Pies&lt;/a&gt;.  I love this place.  It has Chicago style pizza.  Yum!  We then went to the concert.  The concert was really good.  I was surprised at how Faith Hill responded to the audience.  She took letters and read a sign that asked her to sing "I Surrender All"  to their Granny who was on the phone.  Believe it or not, she sang it.  It was beautiful.  I gained a lot of respect for her because of that.  She then sang "How Great Thou Art."  That was planned in her concert.  I was so very impressed and decided that I like her that much more.  Tim McGraw is just a good performer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.s.  I don't know how Tim got his jeans on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115421195156719873?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115421195156719873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115421195156719873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115421195156719873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115421195156719873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115409477321737966</id><published>2006-07-28T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:56:10.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This morning I woke up to a pleasant surprise. I was checking blogs, and I saw a letter to me.  This letter was written because I had blogged about her.  Stacy, that made me feel so special. I have been having some gray days lately, and this cleared some of the clouds. I long for a continued sunshiny day, but they are so few and far between that I've almost forgotten what they feel like. Maybe today I will see the sunshine all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115409477321737966?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115409477321737966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115409477321737966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115409477321737966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115409477321737966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115388274969860249</id><published>2006-07-25T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:27:51.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I read?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Copying &lt;a href="http://linds293.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;from several months ago I thought I'd do a blog review. I'll write about Lindsey's first. She cracks me up. There is never any clue about what she'll write about next. Reading her blog makes me miss her and college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cowtownstacy.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;: I don't even know this woman in real life. I came across her blog randomly and now I check it everyday. She usually writes about her family, but I find myself strangely connected to her and her emotions. I can identify with her, and I have a weird sense of understanding even though I have no kids. She is creative, talented, and funny. Her humor and openness leaves me longing for updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brooklynchurchplant.blogspot.com"&gt;Baby Ira&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;: This site is written by Ira's dad, Joe. Ira was born with a birth defect, and this blog is about his struggles as a father with a child with disabilities. It occasionally has other points of interest like church planting and baseball. It is very moving to see how a family copes with this stress in their daily lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/TheFirstMiss"&gt;Kristen Chapman&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;: This girl was in my club at Harding. I always thought she was funny at school especially when I got a concussion playing "D" team football freshman year. She's just a fun loving girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There are several websites I visit daily, but I never comment (hint Stacy and Ira). I had a conversation with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/BigSam82"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;about being a secret blog checker. We decided everyone does it, and they are afraid to comment on people they don't know that well. However, because of blogs we feel like we've known them forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I would cry if anything happened to my anonymous blogging friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-InUPQxBH5Q"&gt;wrong place at wrong time video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115388274969860249?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115388274969860249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115388274969860249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115388274969860249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115388274969860249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-do-i-read.html' title='What do I read?'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115369724522234109</id><published>2006-07-23T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:27:25.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love Mario Brothers.  When the first Nintendo came out, I had enough money saved to purchase one.  I played that game all the time.  Recently, I've seen Nintendo DDS (?) ads for the new Super Mario Brothers.  I want to play so badly, but the screen is like one square inch.  Not worth the money to satisfy my longing for the long lost came.  Ty and I have an XBOX.  I've been trying to find a game that is similar to Mario because Microsoft doesn't make a Mario game.  I played PacMan World for awhile.  It's okay, but it was extremely easy to beat.   That is probably why they have an E for Everyone on the package.  A three year old could play it.  Yesterday, I rented Frogger Beyond.  Let me tell you.  It is hard.  I feel like such an idiot playing this frog came.  Ty makes fun of me, but I don't care.  I think I may just have to buy this one to help give me a procrastination tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My other procrastination tool is making up dances.  I've made one up, but I have no music for it.  That's backwards I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115369724522234109?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115369724522234109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115369724522234109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115369724522234109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115369724522234109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/mario-brothers.html' title='Mario Brothers'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115319764212392277</id><published>2006-07-17T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:40:42.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get nervous when there is a word verification letters signature.  I don't have good eyes, and they always use some font that it is hard to read.  I'm afraid I'll get it wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I drive by corn or cotton fields, I want to pull over and steal some off of the plant.  What a weird urge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why is there braille on drive through ATMs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People in Clarksville, Tennessee don't know how to drive at Four-way stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why does my computer freeze up everytime I open a pdf file?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've haven't been able to get into my classroom since school got out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm still awake at 11:35 when I usually go to bed at about 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115319764212392277?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115319764212392277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115319764212392277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115319764212392277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115319764212392277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s up with that?'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115318170837138591</id><published>2006-07-17T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:15:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/1600/2006_0709Image0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/320/2006_0709Image0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/1600/2006_0709Image0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/320/2006_0709Image0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115318170837138591?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115318170837138591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115318170837138591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115318170837138591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115318170837138591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/pictures-of-chaos.html' title='Pictures of the Chaos'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115288627568884559</id><published>2006-07-14T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:08:06.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We just finished up fireworks. It was an experience in and of it self. If you want more details about that you can call or ask me in person. However, I will tell you the story that puts the icing on the cake for chaos. I need to give a little bit of background before I start the story. My dad has a very bad temper. Ty and I borrowed my parents minivan and camper to go to fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We are traveling home to Searcy from our fireworks tent in Clarksville. Ty and I were in the van following our friends who were pulling the camper with their truck. The camper started fishtailing a little so we pulled over at the next exit to check the tires, etc. We get back on the road and four miles later, the camper starts fishtailing. This time it is not just a little, it is 90 degrees to the truck. I am freaking out because I'm watching this all unfold. It was a silent freak out though. He finally gets pushed over to the median by the force of the camper. That's when it got really bad. The camper started to flip over. Since it was still attached to the truck, the truck started to flip. Just at the last moment, the safety latch on the trailer snapped, so the camper let go of the truck. This allowed the truck to slam back down on all four wheels. We knew everyone was okay, but the camper was definitely not. It was on its top in the median of I-40 in Tennesee. The camper was totalled. The windows were busted out and our belongings were scattered all over the highway. We spent the next hour sorting through the wreckage and getting our things in the truck and the van. This was a huge feat since they were already were packed. We finally made it back to Searcy, but it was absolute chaos in the camper and while the camper was crashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115288627568884559?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115288627568884559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115288627568884559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115288627568884559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115288627568884559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/07/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-115042230956885641</id><published>2006-06-15T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:45:09.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I couldn't think of a title because I have so many random things that will be said in this post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After I finish my take home final tonight, I will have successfully completed 15 hours of graduate school creating a $1300 raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In July, I get to take a class with one of my favorite undergrad professors.  I am so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Izzie is probably pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am definitely not pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am about to be camping out for 3 weeks in Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still don't know where my pugs will be staying while I am gone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I start selling fireworks on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am nervous about being the cheerleading coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I stress out way too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am starting to come up with a totally new curriculum for next school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My brother-in-law got a job!!!! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As a 24 year old, who am I supposed to leave my life insurance and retirement to besides my husband.  I shouldn't have to make these decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents just got back from an African safari.  Sadly they killed a zebra and a giraffe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Because my parents are mounting so many of their animals, they are building onto the house to have room to hang the heads.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents are spending my inheritance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.s. I hate fireants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-115042230956885641?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/115042230956885641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=115042230956885641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115042230956885641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/115042230956885641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/06/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114929356212699767</id><published>2006-06-02T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:12:42.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out for Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yay for summertime!!!!  Our air conditioning broke, but since my parents are in Africa we are crashing at their house.  It's been kind of nice.  In the week and a half since school's been out I've: gone fishing several times, watched X-Men 3, ate lunch with Anna and Caca, read The Divinci Code, watched The Divinci Code, slept a lot, played with my animals, and hung out with Ty.  I love summer.  I start a two week short course on Monday.  I'm not looking forward to having class for four hours a day.  However, I still will get to sleep in.  Then, I'm off to sell fireworks.  I can't wait for some extra money to be flowing in.  Everything is going well with the family.  My parents return Monday, so I'll have to get the air fixed.  That would be a little crazy with us all here.  Plus, I could get away from my fears of chickens and bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Last night when I took the dogs out, a medium sized tarantula crawled across my foot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114929356212699767?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114929356212699767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114929356212699767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114929356212699767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114929356212699767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s out for Summer'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114764124167158666</id><published>2006-05-14T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:14:01.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday morning, I was cleaning the house.  Ty was fishing with his dad, so I had the house to myself to do as I pleased.  Well, I took the puppies out to the bathroom.  when I brought them back in I fed them.  Within about 15 minutes both of the little dogs were foaming at the mouth and coughing.  The boy then threw up.  I freaked.  I called Ty and he said to take them to the vet.  I rushed them to the vet because it closed in 20 minutes.  I got there and they were given shots and medicine.  They are going to be okay, but it was very nerve racking.  They got into some poison, but we have no idea where.  They have been really sick and tired the rest of the weekend.  To make things worse, Izzie is in heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114764124167158666?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114764124167158666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114764124167158666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114764124167158666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114764124167158666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/05/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114633137227346998</id><published>2006-04-29T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:22:52.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today I received some upsetting news.  One of my student's at Lonoke died yesterday afternoon.  Thankfully, he is no longer suffering in his battle against cancer, but why must he die at such a young age.  I've check on some people daily.  Two of these I don't know.  One died eight days after birth and the other just reached his first birthday.  Please pray for these three families.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here are there websites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Caleb, Lonoke student &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/ar/caleb"&gt;www.caringbridge.org/ar/caleb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ira, one year old in New York &lt;a href="http://www.brooklynchurchplant.blogspot.com"&gt;www.brooklynchurchplant.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Noah, passed away at eight days &lt;a href="http://noahwhaley.blogspot.com"&gt;http://noahwhaley.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114633137227346998?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114633137227346998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114633137227346998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114633137227346998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114633137227346998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114533086547803716</id><published>2006-04-17T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:42:10.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my!  Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tonight while watching ESPN I was amazed at Stephen A. Smith on &lt;em&gt;Quite Frankly.&lt;/em&gt; He was quite frank about his feelings about Jesse Jackson. He basically said that Jesse was doing everything for show. There is nothing do with civil rights in regards to Barry Bonds and having syringes thrown at him. Ty and I were completely amazed that a black man was being so brutally honest about a civil rights leader. We were so proud of him. I'm looking for a link, so you can here it. I'll add it when I find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here's the link his speech in print:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/news/breaking_news/14364068.htm"&gt;http://www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/news/breaking_news/14364068.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114533086547803716?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114533086547803716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114533086547803716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114533086547803716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114533086547803716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='Oh my!  Oh my!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114523849324570207</id><published>2006-04-16T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:48:13.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spring Sing weekend is over, and I'm exhausted! Most of my college buddies were in town. We got to hang out without husbands on Friday night. It was great fun. One friend is pregnant, another is trying, and two had babies. I can't believe we are all getting so old. I love how Harding lets you pick up right where you left off. There was no awkwardness between us as some of us haven't seen each other in two years. Even though I still live in Searcy, it was amazing to see how much the campus has changed. Race street has changed too. Mainly in the last couple of months. It's been real annoying for driving. Searcy really is growing, and I can't seem to keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Spring Sing was not as good this year as it has been in the past. The host and hostesses did great(better than usual), but the ensemble was off all night in every song. I liked the little jingles before the club acts, however the did not announce the club names in the introductions. United We Stand was almost undetectable. It didn't sound like the same song, and I didn't like the awkward river dance that accompanied it. I did like the new arrangement of music though. This year there was not a show you felt sorry for, but at the same time there wasn't one that was OUTSTANDING. They were all somewhere in the murky middle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Critique of shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shantih: Mario Brothers: Great idea, but I was almost embarrassed I had been a part of the club. I didn't tell my kids that I took to the children's performance which club I had been in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Zeta Rho/TNT: Work out: Well done! There was humor and great staging. I was purely entertained especially with Richard Simmons in your show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chios/Delta Gamma Rho: Ninjas: Cute! I really enjoyed how your choreography took on the character of an oriental person. I LOVED your costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kings Men/Omega Lambda Chi/and every club: Commercials: I have never laughed so hard in a show. Bison Bits with an autographed picture of Dr. Burks was priceless. Very creative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kojies/JuGoJu: Boot Camp: Very clean, but not that entertaining. Glad you placed, but it just wasn't as good as your shows typically are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ChiSigs/Regina: I had no idea what was happening in your show. Your show had choreography that has been used in tons of shows in the past. I was disappointed in the lack of creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GammaSigs/Iota Chi: Your costumes were cute, but I have no idea how you were allowed to do your show. Cowboys(Kings Men) and Gold Rush(Chi Sigs/Regina) should be so upset. It was so very similar to their shows. As a former director, I do not know how that was approved. Props for convincing the powers that be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114523849324570207?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114523849324570207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114523849324570207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114523849324570207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114523849324570207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-sing.html' title='Spring Sing'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114462130473577495</id><published>2006-04-09T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:21:44.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just finished a crazy week.  I am now co-coaching the cheerleading squad at school.  I spent every night at school until 9.  I also had a clinic Saturday morning.  It was so busy.  I slept more this weekend than I have all year.  I needed all that extra sleep.  I'm finally catching up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This week was also bittersweet in the fact that we took 40 out of 59.  That's a huge squad, but I felt so bad about the 19 that didn't make it.  They all worked so hard.  I have mixed feelings about taking 40.  That is a huge number!!!  When they try out in 9th grade the squad is brought down to 12.  It can break your heart if you've cheered for two years and then all of a sudden, you don't make the squad.  The good thing about a squad that big is that it lets more people get involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm so happy with the squad that was chosen.  Things should work out great because we have a lot of really talented girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114462130473577495?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114462130473577495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114462130473577495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114462130473577495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114462130473577495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114313535770108630</id><published>2006-03-23T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:35:57.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday, Ty and I went to Little Rock to celebrate "Gotcha Day" with his parents.  (Gotcha day is the day Ty's parents brought him home because he was adopted.)  Ty's parents were pressuring him to quit at Doc's and come work for the family business, so he can inherit it when his dad retires.  Ty has fought working for the business because he doesn't want to be on call in the middle of the night when we have kids like his father was when he was little.  Ty's dad offered him a job for $10 an hour and the business within five years.  Ty and I discussed it and decided for him to take it.  Well, his mother who is a partner in the business was not present when this discussion took place.  She decided upon hearing this that she did not want this.  I do not understand why.  She wanted him to leave his current job and join the business, but she's not wanting to pay him for it.  I don't understand.  I'm so mad about.  We had made a life decision to take over the family business, but now we can't.  However, Ty still has to stay at Doc's indefinitely.  We are so upset because now we don't know what to do for the future.  This job would have allowed me to work as an office manager at home with kids.  It also would have allowed us to have insurance, cars, and gas money from the business' income.  I'm just so frustrated with all that has happened.  I just do not understand Ty's mother.  I'm beginning to understand his hostility towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114313535770108630?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114313535770108630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114313535770108630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114313535770108630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114313535770108630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/03/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114283582375173281</id><published>2006-03-20T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:23:43.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spring Break started Friday. It couldn't have come at a better time. I was ready to kill some of the students because I was so exhausted and needed some time off. My break has started off pretty well. I've done nothing but play with my dogs. I finally found out what was causing my blurred vision. It's nothing serious. It's just eye muscle spasms. I have to give my eyes a rest during close up work. I have a fun filled week of babysitting, going to the doctor, and painting planned. I'm looking forward to time off to rest and not think about school for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I also have a new niece, Emily Arden Diles. She was born Wednesday weighing in at 7 lbs. 8 oz. and 19 inches long. Mom and baby are doing fine as is the aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114283582375173281?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114283582375173281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114283582375173281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114283582375173281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114283582375173281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114197124393933800</id><published>2006-03-10T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:14:03.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So this week has been absolutely crazy.  I'll start with Saturday because no one ever starts their week there.  I had class from 8-4.  We found out we had a project due Friday!  Monday, I gave the benchmark exam and had a paper due in Research.  Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I gave more benchmark testing.  I had class Thursday night from 4:30-9:30.  Not fun!!  Things I had to do this week other than going to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;paper for research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grades turned in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;advanced placement curriculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;brochure for counseling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;study for test in theories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bomb test in theories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;take Patton to the vet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This week also was my husband's birthday.  Not to mention laundry and cleaning.  Which both have been neglected.  I'm so thankful it is Friday, and it is Harding's spring break next week.  I need a break from classes.  Then it is school's spring break, so I don't have to go to work.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am completely worn out and emotionally strained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114197124393933800?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114197124393933800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114197124393933800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114197124393933800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114197124393933800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114090453054227125</id><published>2006-02-25T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:55:30.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things come to those who wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today, I was driving home from my mother-in-law's house in Little Rock.  I found the most exciting thing.  Taco Bueno is coming.  They are almost finished.  Yes, it is in Little Rock, but that is closer than Texas.  The really great news is that it is at the exit to go to the Gentry's home.  I can't wait until it opens.  Hopefully it will do well enough that one will come to Searcy soon!  Here is proof that it is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/1600/2006_0225Image0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8155/968/320/2006_0225Image0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114090453054227125?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114090453054227125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114090453054227125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114090453054227125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114090453054227125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-things-come-to-those-who-wait.html' title='Good things come to those who wait'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-114015396309821326</id><published>2006-02-16T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:26:03.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've had lots of issues lately with death.  I'm afraid to die.  I don't know why, but that thought of crossing over scares me.  What if I get stuck?  What will happen to Ty?  Will he know how to pay bills etc.?  I know that the odds of me dying soon are not great but they are out there.  Let me state some things that have happened since the beginning of February around here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A central high cheerleader was killed in a car wreck on Feb. 6.(However, she was 3 times over the legal limit of alcohol and she had cocaine in her system)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Harding Academy senior's mother died in car wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A student at my brother's school died in a car wreck on Monday.  (He teaches at a small Christian school in Tennessee.  The whole basketball team saw the wreck) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A CAC cheerleader and her mother died yesterday in a car wreck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A third grader at my nephew's school died last Thursday.  She died from cancer. She told her friends that when she died she wanted it to snow because her mom liked snow.  It snowed the next day.  She was also told that when she got to heaven she could pick any horse to ride.  She had ridden a horse earlier that month.  The horse she rode died suddenly the Saturday after her death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;An 11 month old boy died from heart problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm just being surrounded and having issues about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-114015396309821326?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/114015396309821326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=114015396309821326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114015396309821326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/114015396309821326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/02/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113778891667978597</id><published>2006-01-20T14:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T14:28:36.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love to go shopping.  It is great fun, but this week, I have almost decided it is not worth it because of lack of customer service.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My advanced science class is taking home mealworms to raise into beetles.  I had to go to "The Fishbowl" to purchase them.  Well, there was only one person working period.  He had to get fish, birds, hamsters, and mealworms out for whoever.  There were like 3o customers.  I finally got him to get by worms.  He then asked if that would be all.  I said yes and proceeded to go to the register.  Did he follow?  No!!!  I waited for 15 minutes to be checked out!  If I didn't need them for class, I would have just left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I then head to Wal-Mart.  Unlike most people, I enjoy Wal-Mart.  I love to take my time and walk up and down all the aisles and look at stuff I don't need nor will I ever and wonder who buys that.  Well, Wednesday I did not have the time to do this.  I had to get in, get out, go home, cook supper, and go to church.  So, I was on track to get out of there quickly.  Well, the first obstacle was my cart.  It worked just fine until I put two bags of 40 lb. dog food in it.  Then it became that clanging annoying cart that won't turn.  I buy dog food all the time and this doesn't happen, so it was the cart.  On top of that everyone was there.  It was so crowed that you had to go down the aisles twice, one time for each side.  Towards the end of the experience all the stockers come out.  They close off all the short breaks in the main aisle, so you have to go all the way to the end and back if you needed something on the other side.  Then there were only like 5 registers open, so the lines were so long.  It was awful!  I didn't even make it home in time to unload the car to go to church much less cook dinner.  So, we had Taco Bell, and stayed home.  I now know why people hate Wal-Mart.  They shop on Wednesdays before church.  I know I will never again go on Wednesday after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There were loose birds in both stores.  They were opening the bird food bags at Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113778891667978597?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113778891667978597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113778891667978597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113778891667978597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113778891667978597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113698205373273605</id><published>2006-01-11T06:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T06:20:53.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We all have some secret sins that we participate in.  That might not be sins, but we know that it's not healthy to do them as often as we do.  Here are a list of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sex and the City Reruns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Online Games at Shockwave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Reading blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ice cream with caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Procastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Survivor when its on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What are some of your secret or open indulgences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113698205373273605?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113698205373273605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113698205373273605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113698205373273605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113698205373273605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-sins.html' title='Secret Sins'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113666369563180704</id><published>2006-01-07T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:54:55.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm lost.  I don't know what to do.  I want friends to do things with here in Searcy, but I'm too paranoid to go find them.  Searcy is a weird place to be if you're a graduate and don't have kids.  There is no strong group at churches for people in this position.  You still feel like a student especially if you are married to one, but you are an adult.  There are not many people in this position, so it drives you to want to have a baby sooner.  I want a baby to put me in a different social group, but I can't afford one.  I'm not ready mainly because my husband isn't ready.  I'm starting grad school in the fall, so I will be a full time employee and student.  This will most likely put me in a weirder spot than I am now, but it might give me some outlets for meeting new people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty's job has him working most Sunday mornings.  Even though he was told it would be 2 Sundays a month at the most, he has not been off a Sunday since October except for Christmas Day.  I am so shy with people that I don't know well, that I can't go by myself.  I have a hard time going to church by myself.  Most of the time, I just don't go because the anxiety of it is too much for me to handle.  I strive for a sense of belonging, but I'm so afraid of not fitting in, that I don't try.  My two closest friends live in Texas, so I'm without girls just to hang out with.  There are some married friends here that we have, but I'm without a group.  I long for a group, but cannot find one.  I'm in a weird place, and I hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113666369563180704?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113666369563180704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113666369563180704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113666369563180704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113666369563180704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113328555487175248</id><published>2005-11-29T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:32:34.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, how I hate to move.  It is the pits.  Ty and I are moving into a house.  We will be there by Sunday night.  We still don't have a refrigerator, and we haven't packed a thing.  So not looking forward to the move, but looking forward to the house.  I love the way we've remodeled.  In one week and one day, we have torn out carpet in three rooms and refinished the hardwood floors, painted 5 rooms and 2 bathrooms, laid ceramic tile in the kitchen and hallway. Today we are laying tile in the bathrooms and laundry room.  I am sore, have paint in my hair and have no motivation to pack.  Does not sound like a fun filled week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113328555487175248?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113328555487175248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113328555487175248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113328555487175248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113328555487175248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/11/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113209684227168580</id><published>2005-11-15T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T16:25:20.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy or Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I have to confess to being dumb and blind. At my school we have two teacher restrooms. They both have a huge sign that says "TEACHERS, STAFF, AND VISITORS ONLY" I took that to mean me. Well it is, but I failed to look at the pictures of person with pants or person with skirt. Everyone picks their favorite stall, so since these were one holers, I picked my favorite one. There is not a urinal in either. I picked the one with the person with the pants. I did not use this restroom once or twice, but daily for 12 weeks. I finally discovered my mistake because another teacher brought up using the male's restroom. I was thinking, "There's a male's restroom?" Sure enough, there is. The symbol is the same size as the sign with words, so I have no idea how I missed it. Now, some daily thoughts make sense...."Why is the lid always up? I must come in after the janitor everyday." "Why is there no small trashcan next to the toilet?" and "Why do all the students look at me funny when I leave the restroom? We all do it." Now, I know the answers to those questions. MENS RESTROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113209684227168580?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113209684227168580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113209684227168580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113209684227168580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113209684227168580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/11/boy-or-girl.html' title='Boy or Girl'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113062276883399802</id><published>2005-10-29T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:52:48.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ever since I've been married, my hair has been a dilemma. Ty loves long hair, so I feel I need to wear my hair long. I on the other hand, think that my hair looks much better short. I've kept relatively long hair for two years now. Well, Wednesday, I took the plunge. I chopped about 8 inches off. I didn't even realize my hair was long enough to chop 8 inches off and get the hair cut I love. I got chunky red and blonde highlights in. I love my new hair cut. Ty saw it and said, " I love long hair, but that looks really good." I thought that was pretty good since he was so against the haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It only takes me 3 minutes to do my hair now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113062276883399802?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113062276883399802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113062276883399802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113062276883399802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113062276883399802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/10/short-hair.html' title='Short Hair'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113028849046662403</id><published>2005-10-25T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:01:30.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday, during my planning period, I ran and got some lunch at Subway. I have not been there in a long time. Ty prefers Quiznos over Subway, so we rarely go. I love Subway. My only complaint about them is that they serve Pepsi. I want Coke and only Coke. Well, yesterday I decided to go even though they have Pepsi. I ordered my food and right as I got up to pay I saw the best thing in life. Subway has changed to Coke!!! Oh, happy blessed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Random note: My hispanic child came to parent/teacher conferences and translated for her father. It was fabulous to see this. I just love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113028849046662403?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113028849046662403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113028849046662403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113028849046662403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113028849046662403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-113004285665395790</id><published>2005-10-22T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T23:47:36.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Members of the church</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why is it that members of the church seem to hurt us the worst?  Recently, my family has been hurt by friends who are members of the church.  Am I just expecting more because they are Christians, or do I expect them to not hurt me because of the friendship.  I love these people dearly and now I am unsure of my respect for them.  I hate that things like this happen.  I understand why people leave the church.  If you are struggling with being faithful at all and then are hurt, you feel its not worth it.  I feel close to this result.  I've been struggling with what I believe and what I have faith in, and then I get hurt by people who were helping to hold me up.  I feel like crying, and giving up, but I know that is not what I need to do.  I need to forgive them and look to God for faith and comfort, but I'm struggling.  I don't know what to do.  I hate feeling lonely and far away from Christ and my brothers and sisters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-113004285665395790?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/113004285665395790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=113004285665395790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113004285665395790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/113004285665395790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/10/members-of-church.html' title='Members of the church'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112968158166607971</id><published>2005-10-18T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:46:36.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have not blogged in like two weeks. Sometimes I go a long time, but never this long except when I was at fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday, I went to church with my parents. They had a guest speaker who discussed the mission field in India. He mentioned the Hindu class system. Hindus believe that they cannot ever change their role in life. Untouchables always remain untouchables no matter what they do. This caused me to do a lot of thinking about Americans. Do we really think that a class system is so bad? We say that it is bad, but we ourselves take part. People born in poverty almost always stay in poverty. Rich people remain rich. I have students that continue to have an F, no matter what they do. Why do we condemn other cultures, when our own culture does the same thing? I don't feel like I can move out of the place I am in. Our school system sets up some kids for failure. I hate that. I don't know what to do to help them. I feel like I expect too much, but at the same time I know they can handle what they've been told. I would like for Americans to reevaluate their standards and how they view other people. We don't have it all figured it out, and we do have a class system ourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112968158166607971?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112968158166607971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112968158166607971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112968158166607971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112968158166607971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112855524106285851</id><published>2005-10-05T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:34:01.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love the fall!!! It's wonderful! So many great things happen in the fall. There are so many reasons to enjoy life in autumn. I love the colors of the leaves as they change. The holidays in this season are great. Halloween!!! Who could ask for something better than just getting a ton of candy to eat? Thanksgiving!!! Oh, how I love pumpkin pie. I really enjoying going to Wal-Mart and seeing how they have moved all the baking supplies out onto the center aisle. It makes me crave sweet potatoes and all the other fixings of a magnificent Thanksgiving dinner. Even TV stations recognize how wonderful fall is by having season premieres to celebrate. I even like that school starts in the fall. It's a great way to have a chance to start over in the middle of the year. I guess I'm kind of like Tom Hanks in You've Got Mail. I would love to receive a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils. It's a great smell. The best spectator sport, football, is in the fall. The most important perfect thing about fall is the cool, crisp air. AAHHH!!! What a relief from the hot summer air. Who could not love fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112855524106285851?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112855524106285851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112855524106285851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112855524106285851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112855524106285851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112770568358482408</id><published>2005-09-25T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:34:43.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've been thinking about all the split up families a lot lately. This has caused me to think about what I would do if I were separated from my kids or husband. I don't think I could have got on a different plane, bus, or helicopter than these people. I ache for those who are going through the loss and thoughts that their family did not survive. I pray that they can find their families and be a complete family again. I am not a mother yet, but I could not have left my children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I also watched &lt;em&gt;The Upside of Anger&lt;/em&gt; this weekend. It was a complete shocker, but an interesting movie. The thoughts and questions this movie raised are: Does prolonged anger change who you are? or Do you get anger because you changed? I worry about being a bitter and cynical person. I don't want to be angry for so long, that I lose who I am as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's been a very contemplative weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p.s. Tonight's Extreme Makeover Home Edition was in Clarksville, TN. They filmed this while I was there selling fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112770568358482408?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112770568358482408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112770568358482408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112770568358482408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112770568358482408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112717922916861327</id><published>2005-09-19T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:28:57.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Survivor started! Yippee!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got paid today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty gets paid tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have gone since Aug. 25 without getting gas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still have a half tank of gas left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My class finishes their egg lab tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get to use marshmallows as a class project this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112717922916861327?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112717922916861327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112717922916861327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112717922916861327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112717922916861327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/great-week.html' title='Great Week!!!'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112658319436298913</id><published>2005-09-12T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T22:46:34.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So today was filled with lots of weird and crazy things.  First of all I took egg shells off of about 100 eggs.  The eggs were not hard boiled, so it was really weird.  An egg feels like a water balloon.  I busted one with washing it off.  Four of my students busted eggs.  It was weird and a fun learning experience for all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next, my schedule changed.  We have gained so many students recently because of Hurricane Katrina that we have had to add extra sections of science.  I now teach one advanced class with 5 regular classes.  My conference period has changed too.  I lost one of my favorite classes.  I'm sad, but I'm very happy to get a class that's actually going to do its homework.  I don't know how to handle all the changes because some of the kids were very upset about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate having to change my gradebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112658319436298913?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112658319436298913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112658319436298913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112658319436298913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112658319436298913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112647488649584744</id><published>2005-09-11T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:41:26.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tramatic Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This weekend was not high on my list of favorites.  First of all, Friday at school I got blisters on my feet, so I had to deal with that all weekend it.  Of all places for the blisters to be, they were on the side of my foot at the joint of my big toe.  Translation, every pair of shoes I own hits that spot even flip flops.  Not fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday morning I had to take Patton to my parents to stay.  I have no yard at my house, so my big 80 lb, white haired dog was inside.  Even if I vaccumed everyday, his hair was everywhere.  Ty's work shirt is black, so Patton's hair showed up all over it.  He kept getting in trouble, so Patton had to leave.  He will be staying at my parent's house until we have a house with a fenced in yard.  So, he might be staying there forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't like scary movies.  I cannot sit through them.  They make me feel funny, and they give me bad dreams.  Well, Saturday night all of my friends wanted to go see the Exorcism of Emily Rose.  They didn't even tell me what we were seeing until we got there, so I couldn't say no.  It was awful.  I screamed several times and hid my eyes for a lot of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thank goodness it wasn't the Skeleton Key.  I think I would have cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112647488649584744?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112647488649584744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112647488649584744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112647488649584744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112647488649584744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/tramatic-weekend.html' title='Tramatic Weekend'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112605528243316648</id><published>2005-09-06T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:08:02.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just a few numbers going on in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 new students today (2 from hurricane katrina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 students that made 28 % on a test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9 days til Survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 days til Patriot Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 days of school this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;0 students showed up for d-hall today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 paycheck received&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14 days til another payday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;150 messy 7th graders that come into my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 time I yelled at students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 bad news phone call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 update badnews to not so good news call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 times i talked to my mom on phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 minutes til my weekly episode of nonchristian tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112605528243316648?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112605528243316648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112605528243316648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112605528243316648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112605528243316648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112575793177763777</id><published>2005-09-03T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:32:11.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am consumed with Hurricane Katrina.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have been watching FoxNews nonstop.  I think that it is amazing how much damage one storm can do.  I don't know if New Orleans will ever recover.  I am in shock about the riots, shooting, rapes, etc.  that are going on.  I understand looting food, but who needs a big screen t.v. when you don't have power?  That I don't understand.  What is this going to do to the job market where the refugees are being sent?  My brother-in-law opened his camp up for 25 refugees.  It's not many, but for those refugees, it's alot.  I feel guilty that I can't help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112575793177763777?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112575793177763777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112575793177763777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112575793177763777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112575793177763777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/09/consumed.html' title='Consumed'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112502576839854865</id><published>2005-08-25T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:09:28.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you have an answer, please feel free to try to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- why are seventh graders so unorganized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- why do apples and bananas turn brown when you cut them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  where do warts come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  who's idea was it for school to start at 8 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  when will i feel like a real adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- why is it easier to sleep with a fan on than without it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  why does one of my legs have to be out of the covers while sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  why are kitchen aid mixers so expensive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-  what's a good rate for buying a house in searcy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-what's up with closing costs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know...they've been running through my brain all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112502576839854865?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112502576839854865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112502576839854865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112502576839854865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112502576839854865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-few-questions.html' title='Just a few questions'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112441045320074336</id><published>2005-08-18T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:14:13.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm jealous.  Recently, I have come to notice that I am by nature a jealous person.  Things I'm jealous of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;newly married couples who can buy a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;people who can buy brand name food and clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;people who can decorate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;clean houses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nice cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;closeness to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ability to lose weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I realize that most of my jealousy is for material things, but I think about it a lot.  It burns in me constantly.  I need help and prayers to ease these desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112441045320074336?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112441045320074336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112441045320074336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112441045320074336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112441045320074336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112422510078659661</id><published>2005-08-16T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:45:00.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love about my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I was worried about nothing.  School starts Friday, but I love working here.  I've made friends with a lady named Sue.  She's been a lot of support and encouragement.  I've been made the 7th grade chair.  It's kind of weird, but at the same time it's nice to know that they can recognize my leadership and orginizational skills.  I got a big time raise!   My principal is so extremely laid back.  I get to control the air in my classroom.  I work on the hall with a bunch of coaches.  I don't look like a 7th grader.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112422510078659661?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112422510078659661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112422510078659661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112422510078659661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112422510078659661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-i-love-about-my-job.html' title='Things I love about my job'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112394441908293049</id><published>2005-08-13T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:46:59.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jury is Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes I tend to be judgemental.  I think lots of critizing thoughts, but I rarely voice them.  Because I judge people, I always feel like I am being judged.  I worry about what other people think about me.  I act differently than I normally would because of what I would be thinking if I were that person.  I really feel judged by our neighbor, because everytime I see them, my 75lb. dog goes to jump up on them.  I can't control him, because he weighs so much.  He just runs over and he is so excited.  He is only hyper around them, and I feel like they judge me for not being able to control him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My housecleaning is another huge issue.  When you live with Ty being neat is not easy.  I'm a neatfreak.  I used to not be able to leave for school until my bed was made.   That was not because my parents made me, but because I couldn't stand it.  I always think people judge me for not being spick and span at my house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;are other people as petty as me, or is it just me?  should i be so concerned about other people?  are other people as judgemental as me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112394441908293049?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112394441908293049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112394441908293049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112394441908293049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112394441908293049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/jury-is-out.html' title='The Jury is Out'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112379754741578632</id><published>2005-08-11T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:59:07.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recently, I heard a sermon about giving money.  It had to do with setting aside the money for the Lord first, and that somehow God would provide for you.  It was really hard for me to believe this and totally trust this.  Well, this last month with all of mine and Ty's unexpected expenses, I just couldn't understand how God could provide that much money.  There are two major things this week that has been God providing.  Currently our bank account is overdraft, but as of tomorrow morning it will not be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.   God gave Ty a job at 6.50 an hour right now, and he has already worked almost 40 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.   Our fireworks distributer wrote a check out in full for our criminal littering ticket.  How great!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God really does provide, but it truly did hurt to trust Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112379754741578632?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112379754741578632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112379754741578632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112379754741578632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112379754741578632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112369791545685410</id><published>2005-08-10T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:18:35.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Patton is really sick.  I'm so bummed.  Yesterday he started peeing blood.  I know gross!  Well, I took him to the vet immediately.  They ran all sorts of tests and even gave him a cathater.   It was so sad.  Anyways it has been discovered that he has a bladder infection.  He also has some kind of tick born disease that causes excessive bleeding.  He also tested positive for heartworms.  We haven't missed any of his heartworm medicine, so he had it before we got him.  Patton is very pathetic.  I feel so bad for him.  We have lots of medical treatments to get him better.  I nearly cried in the vet's office.  Thankfully, he doesn't act that sick.  This just adds a little more of the money issues.  Yippee!!!  Anyways, I hope he gets better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112369791545685410?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112369791545685410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112369791545685410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112369791545685410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112369791545685410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112355677439007235</id><published>2005-08-08T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:06:14.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous things that go with a new job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a new job teaching seventh grade science.  I am very excited about it.  I have been going to meetings, and have had lots of scary things surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will the other teachers like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will i be mistaken for a 7th grader (i already have by the school counselor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not knowing where things are like the gym and choir room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not having the materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not knowing any of the people i'm working with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;switching from 1st grade to 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;is my boss laid back or uptight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will i be good at teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i don't know how to dissect a worm or frog...will i mess it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there are many other worries, but these have been some major ones that i feel often.  tomorrow is open house and staff development.  hopefully i'll feel better about things after tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112355677439007235?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112355677439007235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112355677439007235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112355677439007235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112355677439007235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/nervous-things-that-go-with-new-job.html' title='Nervous things that go with a new job'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112299640338235812</id><published>2005-08-02T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:26:43.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Everything Else There Is Not a Mastercard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am a planner by nature, but I do not plan for unexpected expenses.  Besides not planning for it, I don't really have the money to save up for it, even if I was trying to save it.  Well, recently any extra money we had in our bank account and the money that was not so extra is gone.  We've been bombarded with things that aren't just begging for money, but lots of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Criminal Littering Ticket:  $600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two new tires: $120&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Computer (two computers got burned in a lightning storm) : $1200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How are normal people supposed to pay for all their other expenses when they have these?  Grown up life stinks!!!  Any suggestions on how to make quick money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112299640338235812?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112299640338235812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112299640338235812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112299640338235812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112299640338235812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-everything-else-there-is-not.html' title='For Everything Else There Is Not a Mastercard'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112227037921426637</id><published>2005-07-25T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T00:46:19.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know that Harry Potter just came out.  I have already finished it, but I will not give it away.  There is a part in the beginning of the book where Harry and Hermione are in potions class.  Harry smells treacle tart, a broomstick and something from the Burrow.  Hermione smells new parchment, freshly mowed grass, and she doesn't finish the sentence.  I think she was going to say Ron, but that is beside the point.  Anyway, they smell these smells because of the potion Amortentia.  It is a love potion and everyone smells something different because it is supposed to attract you individually.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty and I talked about what our smells would be.  He said my hair, coffee, and cedar.  Mine would smell like dryer sheets, rain, honeysuckle/wildflowers, and freshly cut grass.  My mom said gasoline, which I think I would throw up.  What would your Amortentia potion smell like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112227037921426637?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112227037921426637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112227037921426637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112227037921426637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112227037921426637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter-smells.html' title='Harry Potter Smells'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112196328382862721</id><published>2005-07-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:28:03.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Almost everyday I have the same ritual. I get up...let my dogs out, then go back to sleep on the couch for an hour. I then take a shower and come blog. My perfect attire for this is wearing my bath robe with my hair wrapped up in a towel. I am usually running late, so I don't always leave comments or post, but I check emails and other stuff. I'm normally stay long enough for the towel to fall off of my head then I have the weird air dry problem that hasn't been brushed to fix. If I'm in a real hurry, I dry my hair while I'm blogging. It is hard to type and blow dry your hair at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have tried blogging in several different outfits, but the one best suited for me is fresh out of the shower with bathrobe and towel. What do you like to wear while you blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112196328382862721?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112196328382862721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112196328382862721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112196328382862721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112196328382862721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/07/blogging-attire.html' title='Blogging Attire'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112156168008863642</id><published>2005-07-16T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:54:40.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ty and I love animals.  We have had a cat named "Doc" and a dog named "Patton" for several months in our small townhouse apartment.  We've discussed that all of our future cats will somehow be related to Looney Toons and our dogs will be named after generals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At our fireworks tent Ty and I discussed having children.  Now, I'm so ready to have a baby, but Ty is not, so I said..."if i can't have a baby can we get a pug"  We now have an 11 week old full blooded pug puppy.  His name is Ike after Eisenhower.  He's adorable, and Patton loves him.  I'll post pictures sometime soon when I can borrow my mom's camera again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you could have a dog, what kind would you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112156168008863642?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112156168008863642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112156168008863642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112156168008863642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112156168008863642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/07/ike.html' title='Ike'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11776336.post-112117698479525018</id><published>2005-07-12T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T09:03:04.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Littering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As some of you know, Ty and I run a fireworks tent in Tennessee.  This year we had a new location, and they wouldn't let us use their dumpsters.  So on July 6, we loaded up all of our trash into a trailer and headed off for the dump.  This was like a 25-30 minute trip.  We're having fun talking and then all of a sudden police lights turn on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We pull off because we didn't know if he wanted around us, but no he wanted us.  This deputy comes up to the truck and the first thing out of his mouth was...."here's where you stand.  i saw a cup fly out of your trailor that's a minimum of a $700 fine and a class a misdemeanor which you could go to jail for.  you don't have a tarp on your load which is also a class a misdemeanor and a minimum of a $400 fine.  Depending on how you act is gonna decide whether or not i haul you to jail."  so ty hands him his license and registration and the guy has a cow about us living in clarksville and having arkansas plates.  we tell him we live in arkansas and then he gets mad that we are in tennesee.  he's goes to his vehicle for a long time and then he has ty get out of the truck.  i'm like crap...my husband's going to jail over a cup flying out of the trailor.  we were one mile from the dump.  the deputy told us that if we had driven any faster he couldn't have stopped us once we got to the dump.  he then gave ty a must appear in court ticket.  this wasn't one of those tickets where you pay this amount or go to court...it only had go to court.  the deputy told us that he was going to ask for the maximum penalty which included 300 hours of community service.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to add more salt to our wounds when we got to the dump....five or six cars pulled in and none of them had tarps.  they were breaking state law as well and had to drive by this deputy, but he didn't stop them.  stick it to the out of towners.   ty has to appear in court on july 19 or a warrant goes out for his arrest in the state of tennessee.  isn't this just wonderful?!  just so you know...there is no such thing as a tarp law in arkansas.  we had no clue.  our distrubutor for fireworks had no clue, and he has 70 loads coming and going all the time with no tarp.  he will change that now.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;more adventures to come....Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11776336-112117698479525018?l=kylagentry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/feeds/112117698479525018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11776336&amp;postID=112117698479525018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112117698479525018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11776336/posts/default/112117698479525018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylagentry.blogspot.com/2005/07/criminal-littering.html' title='Criminal Littering'/><author><name>Kyla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10848363835270754449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIDyiTxl7Ek/R1UGL4JOeBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GWD7U1PPZJU/S220/Kyla.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
