<?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-4598315944041830355</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:49:38.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jeffrey-Jackson Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is to keep in touch with our family and friends.  Life has become so busy and there are times that we miss out because we are living life in the fast lane.  Please visit our blog as often as you like and let us know what is going on with you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4582173486077291906</id><published>2009-09-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:34:44.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog...</title><content type='html'>What can I say? Six Months and no blogging, Whew! In six months, spring and summer has come and gone. We had a wonderful summer that included a girls trip to Chicago, swim and dive team, and a great trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Destin&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; had an awesome summer. Every year she continues to BLOW ME AWAY with her swimming. She is such a natural. She glides through that water with such ease, so it seems.  She spent her entire summer waking up early to get to the pool by 8am for practice. Her hard work paid off, she won many races and dive meets. We are so proud of her.  School is back in full swing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is playing volleyball this fall for her school.  Not only is she a great athlete, but an exceptional leader. She is the first to praise and encourage her team members. The younger girls really seem to look up to her as a leader.  As for Michael and myself, we are WONDERFUL!  We are still as happy or even more than the day we were married.  The Lord has continued to bless us in so many ways. Michael is still working for Pilot Catastrophe. He is one of the top adjusters in his division. The consistent pay check is a "perk" of the job, unlike the real estate market.  I just received a very exciting promotion at work. This job comes with a lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;. I answer to the "higher ups" in my company. With this new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;, it opens the door for me to quickly work my up in the company. Like any new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;, it comes with new pressure and stresses.  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; of a wonderful manager that went to bat for me and felt that I was capable of this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position.&lt;/span&gt;..even though I'm not to sure yet! Other than that, this bunch is staying busy and staying in the road or airways.  Life is GREAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4582173486077291906?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4582173486077291906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4582173486077291906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4582173486077291906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4582173486077291906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-266000143640671677</id><published>2009-03-31T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:08:05.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>I had no idea that it has been so long since my last update. I guess that is the true test of our hectic lives. Michael and I have been on the search for the perfect house. We have found one house out of the "hundreds" that we have looked at (not really.) Our only reservation, it is 3 bedrooms and just in case we add to the family, it wouldn't be big enough. Baylee would have her own suite, literally on the other side of the house. The master closet is the size of Baylee's room now, LOVE IT! So, we are still praying about it. It is a new construction and the builder is willing to accommodate me and my taste. We will see... Work is crazy busy. I am from one end of the country to the other. I guess you can say it is job security in these economic times. Michael and Baylee have done a great job of holding the fort down at home. Pray that things slow down a little for the summer. I am ready for swim team!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-266000143640671677?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/266000143640671677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=266000143640671677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/266000143640671677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/266000143640671677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4316470646632664721</id><published>2009-02-08T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:31:54.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hunt is on...</title><content type='html'>The hunt is on...for what you ask?? A NEW HOUSE! Yeah! We are so excited and ready to move.  Still the big question, build or buy a new house?? With my traveling, the idea of trying to build a house is a little overwhelming.  What if I am in the middle of no where like Kansas and I need to pick out floors? What am I going to do? I know it is all about time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt;.  I remember trying to work, be a mom, and plan a wedding. That was crazy to say the least. This is a house! We have looked at a lot of new construction.  I think that we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; on a 4 bedroom and at least 2 1/2 bath.  I had no idea all the stuff that you can add to a house. Cool Stuff!!  We found one that house the fireplace on the back porch and is wired for a flat panel.  Imagine watching football by the fire..outside! Back to reality...thing big thing for us is the kitchen. Michael and I love to cook and we something that my entire family can come over and join us. So, say a prayer that we find house at the right time. Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4316470646632664721?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4316470646632664721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4316470646632664721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4316470646632664721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4316470646632664721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/hunt-is-on.html' title='The hunt is on...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4737110724473813541</id><published>2009-01-31T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:04:47.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Baylee</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any one else ever gets that uneasy feeling when things are going really good. Sometimes I just stop and think...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; can this be real? All the things going on in this world and my life seems to be going really good. Why me? Why do I deserve happiness? Don't get me wrong,  my life has not been easy. I have endured many painful things. Still to this day after everything, I am still amazed at human nature. Mean and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; people that love to see turmoil and want to take everyone down with them.  Then you have good people that love their family and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sudden&lt;/span&gt; out of nowhere, tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; had just gotten home form her Dad's on Sunday and received a message on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; that one her friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; killed earlier that day in an accident. The look of terror on her face at that moment was so overwhelming for me, her Mom. Her friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dillion&lt;/span&gt;, was killed on a 4-wheeler accident after pulling out in front of a car. As her Mom, there are no words to comfort. All I could do was hold her. She has cried for days. With the loss of my brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; understands the finality of death, unlike most kids her age. For those of you that know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;, her heart is unlike most. She feels the pain of others. Her heart has ached over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dillion's&lt;/span&gt; death. What I have I learned about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dillion's&lt;/span&gt; family through his death, he brother has a life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;threatening&lt;/span&gt; illness. I was told that this family's only other son's health is failing is not expected to live through the year. Why God? Why must this family endure so much? I ask you to pray for this family and through all of this, God's plan will be revealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4737110724473813541?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4737110724473813541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4737110724473813541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4737110724473813541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4737110724473813541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-baylee.html' title='Sad Baylee'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-3222314132650050619</id><published>2009-01-20T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:57:29.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is good at our house...I have to say, like always. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is still the greatest kid ever. She is making all A's and this week is "going out with" an eighth grader.  Remember, she is only in seventh grade. Boys Boys Boys...they are coming out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wood works&lt;/span&gt;...she is killing me. What happened?? Where is my baby girl? She is going to start swimming this March. We are waiting until after her birthday in March for her to start back and then she will be swimming with the high school kids..I'm not sure if I am ready for that. Bigger and faster girls but that tends to drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; more to swim harder.  We are praying about sending her to the Auburn swim camp for a week this summer. She is fired up and ready to go...but I'm not.  I am sacred to DEATH to send her all alone and without ME. She is ready to pack her suitcase! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, that's my girl, NO FEAR! I have been busy with work and loving my job. I have made so many friends and look forward to going to work...kinda of weird, I know. Michael is doing great and is still the best husband ever. Although, right now he is on the hunt for a boat. He cracks me up...I knew getting my BMW would eventually have strings attached. No strings, just a boat.  That's ok, I want one too but don't tell him. Life is good...lot of stress in our life is finally gone for good with no turning back. God has continued to bless us and we are excited about what is in store...big plans are ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-3222314132650050619?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3222314132650050619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=3222314132650050619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3222314132650050619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3222314132650050619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-good-at-our-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-1659366467072695546</id><published>2009-01-08T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:34:15.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaia</title><content type='html'>I haven fallen head over heels in love...with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; Kaia. As I talked about in my Christmas blog, we have a new addition to the family. Kaia is 2 years old and just the cutest thing EVER!! She reminds me so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; at that age. Life of the party and never meets a stranger..so funny.  Kaia and my brother are in town until next week, so I sneak over to Mom's every chance I get. The funny thing is that Kaia has fallen in love with Michael. She wants him to hold her and and she snuggles up to him. It is so cute! He is such a GREAT Uncle to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and nephews. They all love him...I have to share my baby snuggle time with him. I am trying to figure out a way to lay on the runway to prevent them from flying home to NYC. I could drive them home in my new Christmas present but...that is a 2 day trip. So, I will spend as much time as I can with her and beg and plead with my brother to move back to Alabama. I will keep you posted...if you hear about a woman arrested on the runway at the Mobile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;airport&lt;/span&gt;...don't worry, it's just me! Send any donations to Michael for him to post my bail...is that a federal offense??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-1659366467072695546?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1659366467072695546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=1659366467072695546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1659366467072695546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1659366467072695546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaia.html' title='Kaia'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-1320508697905911454</id><published>2009-01-02T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:18:17.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year</title><content type='html'>Wow! A new year already, I can't believe it. It has been a wonderful year for Michael, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; and I. We have learn so much about life, married life and parenthood. Some things that were wonderful, hard lessons that we learned, and somethings that we just needed out of our lives. God has continued to bless us and touch our lives everyday. I have never been so happy in my life and there are many days that I just want to pinch myself to make sure that it is all real. I am excited about what 2009 has in store for us.  We are getting ready to build a house. We are narrowing down the field of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house plans&lt;/span&gt; and agreeing on the style of house. Right now, we are trying to decided on acreage to build on or a neighborhood. I vote for the neighborhood, we don't have time for up keep of property.  We are leaving it all in God's plans and know that he will put us in the right place at the right time. Although, we are very excited to get into a home that is "ours."  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is continuing to grow and blossom into a young woman before our eyes. We are already discussing colleges..WAR EAGLE! She is really helping me so much around the house now that I am back to work.  I am off for the weekend and am looking forward to spending time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;. With 2009, comes life in the fast lane. Our calender for January and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; is already full.  So , stay in touch and let us know what is going on with you. The Jeffrey-Jackson bunch is wishing you a wonderful and blessed 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-1320508697905911454?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1320508697905911454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=1320508697905911454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1320508697905911454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1320508697905911454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A new year'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4512081493320129586</id><published>2008-12-28T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:55:57.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to get started to even talk about Christmas...it has been a wild ride. I had to work Christmas Eve until noon...let's put this way. My body was at work but I must admit I was on the phone in my office &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coordinating&lt;/span&gt; the week's events.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let me go back. My brother Jordan came in from New York this year, which is a rare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. According to him, we are all toothless, redneck marrying cousins. Psst...he doesn't realize that he is a toothless redneck too but in New York clothes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway, he brought home a new member of the family. Her name is Kaia and she is my 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;. We are so excited and she is beautiful. And for those that know my family, she is so a Carpenter.  She LOVES to talk and has to be the center of attention.  It is a long story how this all came about, but Jordan is going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;full time&lt;/span&gt; single Dad.  He has a lot to learn but who didn't when they became a first time parent?  The only difference is she has a huge vocabulary and she can tell EVERYBODY when Daddy messes up...which I think is hilarious. She was our best Christmas gift ever!  Then my cousin, Stephanie and her family came in town from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; to spend the holiday with us.  We were so happy to see her and her cute little family. I am thinking about stealing Emma and Sarah and not letting them go home...I'm not sure if it will work though.  I'm not even to Christmas day. Whew! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...Christmas morning I woke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; up at 5am! She was not happy. Why 5am you ask?? Well, I was having Christmas breakfast at 9:30am and I need to get Santa finished and cleaned up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; wanted a new i-pod and "teenager clothes." She got the i-pod and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teenager&lt;/span&gt; clothes. She put some of her new clothes on...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! When did my baby grow up?? Try to shop in the little girls section at Target as long as you can..say no to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hollister&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;aeropostle&lt;/span&gt;. Christmas breakfast was a success...everyone was in their pj's. Every year my Dad fusses about driving across town in his pj's.  By the way, my mother was still in her pj's at Christmas dinner that evening.  Then we had round 2 on Dec. 26.  My sister and her family came in from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;B'ham&lt;/span&gt; (3 kids) and we all opened gifts...Let me say it was wild. There was 8 kids under 12...ripping paper and screaming. At one point, I looked down and some the kids were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; ripping open presents.  But the funny thing...they were not theirs. They didn't care...it wasn't what was in the gift. It was the excitement of the ripping of the paper. Needless to say...we are still recovering from 3 days of Christmas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Baylee's&lt;/span&gt; room looks a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; shopping mall. The perks of being an only child with multiple sets of grandparents.  We had a wonderful Christmas and was blessed to spend it with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4512081493320129586?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4512081493320129586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4512081493320129586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4512081493320129586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4512081493320129586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4163431601277647450</id><published>2008-12-19T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:30:19.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Alabama</title><content type='html'>Well, those words have never had so much meaning to me since this last week of work travel. First of all, it is no fun to travel at Christmas. Especially, when you have not finished Christmas shopping.  I had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ruston&lt;/span&gt;, Louisiana.  What is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ruston&lt;/span&gt;, you ask?? N-O-T-H-I-N-G! Rain, Fog, and cold. Then to top things off...my family was sick and I was stuck in a hotel room and there was nothing I could do about it. They survived though and realized that life goes on even when Mom is not at home.  Especially with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reassurance&lt;/span&gt; phone calls from me every few minutes...even 1 am texts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; when she was sick to her stomach from too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food. I got home this afternoon and the house was still standing. The laundry was almost all done...and my hubby is cooking dinner! I hit the husband jackpot folks! I am hoping this doesn't all wear off after a few times of travel.  I am happy that we all survived my travels...including the dog. By the way, he is currently standing on me and will not leave my side. ( he is my 4lb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yorkie&lt;/span&gt;-poo who thinks that he is a human baby, seriously!)  Well, famous last words...Sweet Home Alabama! Thank God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4163431601277647450?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4163431601277647450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4163431601277647450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4163431601277647450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4163431601277647450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-home-alabama.html' title='Sweet Home Alabama'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-6701771189661418086</id><published>2008-12-13T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:34:06.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I love the holidays...except for the tree.  See my previous blog entry regarding that, otherwise I love it.  By the way, the tree has perked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;with the&lt;/span&gt; addition of some new stuff and a big bow. You know you are from the South when a big bow can fix things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bustle&lt;/span&gt; of it all. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; in the air and spending time with family. I am so sad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; finally let go of the idea of Santa Claus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I must confess...I told her. I was thinking that I was getting too old to be climbing in and out of windows dragging her stuff in from all of my hiding places. Why was I climbing in and out of windows you ask? Well, my backdoor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;squeaks&lt;/span&gt; and we keep bells on the front door just in case Santa can't make it down the chimney. That way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; could hear if he came in the door, just in case the reindeer on the roof didn't wake her up.  That started during her "Spy Kids" days, when she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;boobie&lt;/span&gt;-trapped everything  So, it stuck and till this day, the bells are on the front door. It so funny how I hang on to the little tradtions from Baylee's childhood. I have gotten more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; since my last blog entry and feel that things are back under control.  I am looking forward to time off from work and being able to enjoy Christmas without all rushing around. We are staying in town and will just go from house to house this year. I hope everyone has a great holiday and posts lots of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-6701771189661418086?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6701771189661418086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=6701771189661418086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6701771189661418086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6701771189661418086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhchristmas.html' title='Ahhh...Christmas!'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-7016206802624673812</id><published>2008-12-07T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:03:58.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's begininng to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Like week after week in our house...things have been chaotic. The other night I was sitting on the couch thinking about all the time that I use to have when I wasn't working.  I lounged around and ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; all day...NOT!! What I missed the most is that fact I could start a project and finish it with out getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt; for example...the Christmas tree. That has been a work in progress! It has literally taken me a WEEK to put the 9ft thing up. Last year I purged a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornaments&lt;/span&gt; and thought I will go buy all new stuff. Well, that was the plan! Let's just say that my plan didn't work out as expected. Just because it has taken a week to put up the tree, doesn't mean  it's a masterpiece by any stretch of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;. Actually it is looking quite plain..to me.  I am one of those that has to have everything to match...all the wrapping paper and bags must have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coordinating&lt;/span&gt; ribbon and sort forth. This year I have come to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt;.. 1. Be glad you have a present 2. Be glad your present isn't still in the bag that I brought it home from the store 3. My tree looks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt;. So there, that is Christmas in the Jeffrey-Jackson household. If I get enough energy to get off this couch...I might head to Old Time Pottery and attempt to perk up my tree. But at this moment, my couch feels wonderful and I think there is good Lifetime movie on...Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-7016206802624673812?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7016206802624673812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=7016206802624673812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7016206802624673812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7016206802624673812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-begininng-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s begininng to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5584551910920932536</id><published>2008-11-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:49:50.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...turkey day! It is one of my most favorite holidays for many reasons. The Carpenter family always gets together on Turkey Day. We are large, loud, and loving family. We get together a have GREAT food...my family can cook like no other family.  Then we all sit around talk, scream laughing, and talk about how fat we are after all the food we ate. Then usually by that time we start grazing again...I love it! All the kids are running around and we compare who looks like who. The are so many us that it's funny to see that our kids look like other members of the family. The big kids take care of the little kids and us Mom's sit around with the Carpenter Family Gift of Gab.  We all love each other and love each others kids. No matter what is going on in our lives...we know we are family and are there for each other. Then after the food starts to settle and the men are getting sleepy...them we get down to business...the sale ads.  That's serious stuff...the kids have strict instructions unless they are bleeding profusely (no scrapes or small amount of blood) or there is a blazing fire...DO NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt; the shopping plans. Every year, I'm the crazy fool that is lined up at 4am running through stores like a mad woman.  One year, I took my Dad, that is whole other story. Still to this day, he  wets his pants in a large crowd. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Just Kidding!  To much of my disappointment...I did not shop this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; has out grown the toys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt; and I are planning to build a house...so no major purchases for us yet.  So, it saddens me to say that an era has come to an end...no more mad, wild eyed, crazy shopping for me. Black Friday was not the same without me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5584551910920932536?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5584551910920932536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5584551910920932536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5584551910920932536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5584551910920932536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day.html' title='Turkey Day'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-1046891834208830141</id><published>2008-11-23T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:10:47.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>The whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; social networking thing is wonderful. I am self confessed addict. I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account and the fact that I have reconnected with so many people from "way back." I love to come home after a stressful day at work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;log in&lt;/span&gt; and see what is going on with all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends. This week I have died laughing at the pictures from high school that were posted, what were we thinking wearing that??  Needless to say, I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; has been relentless about having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account for months. I finally gave this past week and set it up for her, with strict rules! I watch the creepy Dateline shows about men preying on young girls. Therefore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; has the highest privacy available on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. The rule is that I have to have her password at all times or the account is deleted. She agreed and the account was created. Within  24hours, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; had about 25 friends. She LOVED it! Well, Friday night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; went to a slumber party. I just couldn't resist getting in her account and being silly...headlining that her Mom was the "coolest Mom ever."  Thanks to Amy...she reminded that I was acting like my mother use to with me. I could have died of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; back in those days. I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; by me....I'm the cool mom, right? I am a young hip Mom that has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; like my daughter. Not like my mother who gets frustrated even turning on the computer, much less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;navigating&lt;/span&gt; herself around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.   The generation gap is not that big between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; and myself, right? Well, to the point of this blog entry. I was drinking my yummy pumpkin spice coffee this morning  snuggled up with my hubby and looking at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I noticed I had a friend request.  Then I nearly choked to death on my coffee...my friend request was from.....MY MOTHER!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! (That is O My Goodness(sort of), mom!) What is the world coming to?? God help us all...I now know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; feels like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-1046891834208830141?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1046891834208830141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=1046891834208830141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1046891834208830141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/1046891834208830141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-96616822171018188</id><published>2008-11-15T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:24:40.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Throw-up</title><content type='html'>I know that I always start my blog entry with how busy are little family stays.  I can't stress that point enough. We are all going 90 to nothing in different ways. We love it though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is such a great kid and is doing so much in school. I am so proud of her. She is really growing up and turning into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; young woman.  She helps me so much around the house now that I am back to work. We had a laundry lesson this week. Although, I did limit her clothes washing to towels and t-shirts. (I don't need pink work clothes.)  The point of this blog is that now matter how big they get, when they are sick, they want their Mommy.  After I finally hit the pillow the other night, I woke up about midnight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; hollering. Dazed and confused, Michael and I came tearing out of our bedroom to finding her throwing-up on her bedroom floor. (all over our brand new carpet..yeah!) I won't give all the yucky details...but the sweetest thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. Michael was cleaning up the mess...I realized how much I loved my hubby. It was midnight and my hubby was on his hands and knees scrubbing carpet without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hesitation&lt;/span&gt;. It was such a sweet example of how much Michael loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;. I even have a hard time with yucky vomit. We finally got everything all settled down again and back to bed we all went. The next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were getting dressed, Michael leaned over and whispered,"Don't tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;, but that was the grossest thing I have ever done!"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, I laughed! Then I said...Welcome to Parenthood! I love my hubby! I know that Michael loves Baylee and he will always take good care of her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-96616822171018188?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/96616822171018188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=96616822171018188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/96616822171018188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/96616822171018188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-and-throw-up.html' title='Love and Throw-up'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-7838358118297174902</id><published>2008-11-07T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:41:48.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent prayer</title><content type='html'>What a week it has been for our little family! Monday was my one year wedding anniversary.  Michael and I woke up feeling so blessed to have spent a great year as husband and wife. Since it was a workday for us...we had a date at Zea's. We had the chance to enjoy a quiet and romantic dinner.  I just want to say that I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband and pray for a lifetime of happiness. Baylee is still busy with school. She tried out for the basketball team and decided that she really wanted to focus on her grades and swimming. (she did make the team) She decided that she did not want to take a place on the team when she did not feel passionate about playing. We are going to get through the holidays and start swimming after the holidays. My work is really proven really challenging.  It is something totally new that I am having to learn. I am always up for a challenge. Time...everything comes with time.  That is what I keep reminding myself. I am having to go out of town a week in December. So, please keep us in your prayers that we all have a smooth transition with my travels. Then we get to the election...let's just say that it is a very sore subject with Michael. That is all I am going to say about that! Please if you see Michael...don't bring it up. I can't take anymore...haha! Last thing...I have a silent prayer. Something has been placed on our hearts that would change our life forever.  We are just sitting patiently by and allowing God do his work if it is his will. I find it interesting how life could change in a moment in ways that we could never imagine. So please continue to pray for Michael and I for the open mind and knowledge we need in this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-7838358118297174902?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7838358118297174902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=7838358118297174902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7838358118297174902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7838358118297174902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-prayer.html' title='Silent prayer'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4558401707344661612</id><published>2008-11-01T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:38:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call 911</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how quickly life can change in a instant.  I had gotten home from work and changed into my old yucky non-matching  pj's and started to cook dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; jumped in the tub and we were going through our nightly routine.  The next thing I know there was beating on my door and my doorbell was going crazy. It that instant I knew something was wrong but at the same time I thought what am I about to get into?  I heard a baby crying and choking....I thought it was my favorite baby that lives across the street. I flung open the door and the next thing I know it was my other neighbor screaming and crying her baby was choking. Ten years of nursing, I have seen a lot. This was different. I was not in the hospital were there was help, my daughter was watching, and it was all up to me to save this baby.  The baby coughed a few times(which your are suppose to let them do..it is when they stop that you intervene.)  By this time I am doing back thrusts on this 16 month old baby and realize he has stopped breathing in my arms. I flipped him over and he was turning blue. His mom said she thought it was popcorn. I had a split second to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; to try to swipe his throat and risk logging it further in his throat.   I swipe his throat and felt way down that it was popcorn and managed to get it dislodged. Please understand that this whole ordeal lasted about 3 minutes.  But in that 3 minutes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; managed to get the phone and call 911 and had an ambulance on the way. The baby took a large and deep breath and started to cry again.  I have never been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; in all my life.  I thought that baby might have taken his last breath in my kitchen and in front my daughter and his mother. By the time the ambulance got to my house, the baby was smiling and running around the house.  I was in heap in my living room floor. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God had his hand on me and gave me the guidance to know exactly what to do.  I was so proud of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; and the fact that she stayed so calm. When it was all over, she hugged me and told me that I was a hero...her hero.  It was so sweet. She realized what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; it is to start baby-sitting and what could happen.  Needless to say, I am retired at the neighborhood nurse and little Diego (the baby) is doing great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4558401707344661612?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4558401707344661612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4558401707344661612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4558401707344661612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4558401707344661612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/call-911_01.html' title='Call 911'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-8035565549182381686</id><published>2008-10-26T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:44:03.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SQUq1NwCjkI/AAAAAAAAADU/BtCCT3Gn2ms/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SQUq1NwCjkI/AAAAAAAAADU/BtCCT3Gn2ms/s200/DSC_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261658833364880962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still busy in our house, like always!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is getting ready to tryout for basketball at Faith that will go through the end of January. I have almost completed my training at work and will hit the road soon.  Michael is still continuing work every day with a smile on his face. He worked 40 days straight...I guess like the rain and Noah's Ark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! We had planned to get away and head to Birmingham since Michael finally got a day off. We wanted to do some Christmas shopping and go see my sister...thanks to some band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;B'ham&lt;/span&gt;.  There was not a hotel room to be found.  Plan B was to head to the beach.  I am so glad we chose Plan B.  We had a great time!  The sunrise at the beach house was beautiful this morning.  We had coffee and breakfast at The Wharf.  We enjoyed a great morning nap and the view from the pier.  We had a wonderful weekend. I love my hubby and we enjoyed our little romantic getaway. I still can't believe it has almost been a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-8035565549182381686?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8035565549182381686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=8035565549182381686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8035565549182381686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8035565549182381686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-away.html' title='Weekend away'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SQUq1NwCjkI/AAAAAAAAADU/BtCCT3Gn2ms/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-8679313488059370197</id><published>2008-10-18T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T05:49:51.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Dinners</title><content type='html'>This is a quick little entry to share with those of you that read my little blog (and can't figure out how to leave a comment because you are technically challenged.)  Anyway, for those of you that are busy working women and are tired of the day to day of "what's for dinner?" Well, I have discovered my new favorite thing! Dream Dinners &lt;a href="http://www.dreamdinners.com/"&gt;www.dreamdinners.com&lt;/a&gt; You go online place your order for 12 meals.  We did the 3 portion servings.  Then you schedule your time to go to the store in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PineBrook&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Center.  You go in and prepare your meals .  It is the fresh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; with all the spices and meat.  You make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; for that meal, put it in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bag with a label for cooking instructions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;...as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emeril&lt;/span&gt; would say....1 1/2 hours later I was done with all my meals and had a great time doing it! I went with a friend from work and we had a great time.  It is about a $150 for 12 meals of 3 portion sizes.  It breaks down to 3 something per portion, but you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; quality meals...not whatever you can throw in a pot in 10 minutes.  The food is great and it is so easy! I don't have the time to prepare the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt;, or stock the spices for theses yummy recipes.  The way I see it, 12 meals for $150 dollars...I can't even go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for that price.  Just one thing...this does not include side dishes unless the dish comes with rice or pasta. Check it out!  If anyone is interested in doing it...let me know and you can schedule a private party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-8679313488059370197?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8679313488059370197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=8679313488059370197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8679313488059370197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8679313488059370197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-dinners.html' title='Dream Dinners'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-2801516745341116455</id><published>2008-10-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:57:56.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year...</title><content type='html'>Wow, time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flys&lt;/span&gt;! I can not believe that it has almost been a year that Michael and I got married.  November 3 is fast approaching.  My heart still flutters as much as the day I married my husband.  It was such a beautiful day and I truly believe that day was blessed God. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, there were butterflies everywhere, and the sunset was the most beautiful sunset that I could ever imagine. I really feel that there was someone watching over that day to make it as perfect as it was. For those of you that don't know, my brother died seven years ago in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;.  The house the we got married at was the last place that I saw my brother Jasen alive. It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt; that day, it was almost that I could feel his presence. Michael and I have been through things this year that I wonder why must we go through this?  Then you come through these things and look back, lessons learned. We have learned that blood family, doesn't make you family. It is the people in life that love you, support you, and actually take interest in your life that are your family. Blood or not. I find it so interesting that so called "family", did not know  that I had a sister and all that my sister goes through in her life.   My sister and her family are a huge part of my life. Michael and I love those that continue to support us and have been wonderful to us throughout this year.  We have learned in business that people will cut your throat and smile to your face all for the sake of business. Lesson learned. We have also learned that raising a sassy 12 year old that pushes the limits is harder than we thought. I am so proud of my husband and his patience and love for our daughter. Needless to say, we are not your typical newlyweds.  We have laughed a lot, scratched our heads, and cried some. But, in the end, I wouldn't change a thing. Wow, what a year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-2801516745341116455?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2801516745341116455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=2801516745341116455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2801516745341116455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2801516745341116455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-year.html' title='Almost a year...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4089931904832024617</id><published>2008-10-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:51:33.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day in the life...</title><content type='html'>I has been another fun filled , crazy, and whirlwind week in our house.  I can imagine life not hectic, ever.  I guess you can say that I thrive in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;.  When things are calm, I tend to be a little restless (hence the re-decorating my house and now pondering the idea 0f possibly building another one.)  It comes natural, if you know my family. Except my sister, she never gets in a hurry, but she has the craziest life of us all.  Which we find it hilarious! Michael is still working his crazy hours at work, which he does with a smile everyday. (I love that man) I am working a 40 hour week at work and what seems a 400 hour week at home...not really.  Not only am I housekeeper, cook, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chauffeur&lt;/span&gt;...I am a landscaper.  I think my neighbors got quite a chuckle and was laughing at my cranking lawnmower skills.  It took a few attempts and just a couple of non-lady like words, and I was off and running.  I think my yard looks wonderful and I am off to buy mums to finish. Needless to say, you can do whatever you put  your mind to.  I can't imagine sitting home on my rear all day. I would be a 400 whale...ha ha not really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is busy as ever. This week was Homecoming week at school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; was voted Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spirit&lt;/span&gt; for her 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade class.  That's my social butterfly.  We went to the football game last night and had a great time!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; ran around with her friends.  She finally brought her little "boyfriend" up to meet us.  Well, for the sake of family tradition, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; her!  Not so bad though,  when she said his name, all on cue, we whooped and hollered his name! It was hilarious...she said it was funny later!  Maybe we didn't traumatized him too much.  I love being a mom to an almost teenager...NOT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4089931904832024617?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4089931904832024617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4089931904832024617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4089931904832024617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4089931904832024617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-in-life.html' title='The day in the life...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-2804793001039658095</id><published>2008-09-28T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:28:08.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mo Chemo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SN-FPuaBQwI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q9WsAJJ7bM8/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SN-FPuaBQwI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q9WsAJJ7bM8/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251062195738985218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SN-EnlJyBzI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y0cwR4kc_5E/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SN-EnlJyBzI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y0cwR4kc_5E/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251061506060191538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still crazy in the Jeffrey-Jackson household.  Michael is working 7 days a week for Pilot Catastrophe, if I have mentioned that yet.  As you know the housing market has slowed down (not too much for Michael though.)  He had a friend approach him about working for Pilot for a few months.  We prayed about it and realized that God's timing could not be more perfect. I knew that is was going to be hard, but I feel like I am back in the days of "Single Mom" again.   Don't get me wrong, there are no complaints from me.  It is hard when you don't get a family day together. Well, to the point of this blog entry.  It was my nephew's NO MO CHEMO party yesterday at Camp Grace.  This place is heaven on earth that is tucked away off of Eliza Jordan Road.  It is a beautiful property with a huge lake and rolling green hills.  After three years of chemo treatment, Ethan is FINISHED!!! YEAH FOR ETHAN!  We as a family are so excited and so excited for my sister that maybe life will slow down for her.  Ethan's cancer treatments have been a long and devastating process for our family.  Ethan was a happy almost 2 year when he was diagnosed. Then started all the treatments.  As if that wasn't enough, when he was three, he went into cardiac arrest due to a respiratory failure.  Ethan is now wheelchair bound. He can not walk, talk, or not eat through his mouth. Don't get me wrong, Ethan is a bright and happy child.  He understands everything going on around, loves to be a part things, and is learning to communicate through sign language.  The hardest part of this whole thing is Ethan beat cancer!  We are suppose to move on and Ethan is suppose to begin his life again as a normal 5 year old little boy. I  guess God had a different plan.  Ethan is moving on in his life, just a little different than we thought.  I pray for my sister the most.  She has just been making it through life one day at a time.  The chemo, doctor visits, and therapy visits have kept her so busy that she really has had time process Ethan's long term care.  She is just living day to day.  I really think that is all starting to hit her and she is mourning the loss of the Ethan we knew before the "incident" (we call it.) For those of you that do read this, please pray for her that she stays focused on the future and not re-lives the "what could have beens." As for the day, we had a great time with food, fun, and the water activities you could imagine.  Ethan was so excited and a GREAT day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-2804793001039658095?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2804793001039658095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=2804793001039658095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2804793001039658095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2804793001039658095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-mo-chemo.html' title='No Mo Chemo'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SN-FPuaBQwI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q9WsAJJ7bM8/s72-c/DSC_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5419025824788305743</id><published>2008-09-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:08:48.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work I go...</title><content type='html'>It is has been my official first week back to work.  I am working for CPSI in Mobile.  I will be a clinical support rep. CPSI provides electronic medical documentation for hospitals. (And there are many parts.)  My job includes completing hospital installs for hospitals all over the country and supporting them when they get up and going.  I will train the nurses on how to use the system.  Travel will be involved but there are perks to the job.  I do get to keep the sky miles and hotel points for our personal use.  We are very excited.  Baylee has reminded me of all the places she wants to go! They would include Hawaii, New York, and maybe California.  For now, I am going through intense training until December.  For me, it is like learning Chinese. It is something totally different and a new challenge.  Michael is a very important part of the puzzle.  When I am on the road, Michael will be the new "Mr. Mom."  Baylee will learn to adjust, but it will be good for both of them.  They will learn to depend on each other.  They get along great, I have faith they will do fine.  Say a prayer though, just in case!  I do have to dress everyday, meaning no more scrubs and crocs.  My morning includes, ironing, actually fixing my hair, and heels everyday.  Boy, I sure miss my scrubs and crocs!  Please keep us in your prayers for a smooth transition for my changing career.  I am excited for the new challenges ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5419025824788305743?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5419025824788305743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5419025824788305743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5419025824788305743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5419025824788305743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-work-i-go.html' title='Back to work I go...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5231271177001932447</id><published>2008-09-01T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:56:47.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SLwsnTAzq_I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWVmJKmE2Kg/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SLwsnTAzq_I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWVmJKmE2Kg/s200/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241113119982595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially old...seriously.  For those that know me I have had a really hard time with Baylee going into seventh grade.  Michael reminded me today that Baylee will have her learner's permit in 2 1/2 years. OMG!! I can't believe that I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SLwsnJzU_EI/AAAAAAAAACU/49rHsN3cfbM/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SLwsnJzU_EI/AAAAAAAAACU/49rHsN3cfbM/s200/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241113117510138946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am old enough to have a child that age.  I really loved the years that I spent in middle school and majority of memories from high school.  Truthfully, it doesn't seem like it was that long ago. Well Saturday, Baylee had a volleyball tournament at Gulf Shores Middle/High School.  It was like a time warp! I could not believe that I was sitting there with Amy V. and we are watching MY child play volleyball.  I took a little stroll up the hall and showed Baylee my old classrooms (Mr. Valine...remember Heather in the Ding Dong Mobile.)  I loved middle school.  It was so innocent...we had so much fun and I loved all my friends.  Amy and I figured up that it was almost 20 years ago...20 YEARS AGO!!! At 12 years old, 20 years from now is when you go into the nursing home.  Well, get ready Amy, we are headed to the nursing home.  Don't worry, Amy and I will rock that nursing home!! Hahaha....here are a few pics from the tournament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5231271177001932447?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5231271177001932447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5231271177001932447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5231271177001932447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5231271177001932447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/volleyball-memories.html' title='Volleyball Memories...'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SLwsnTAzq_I/AAAAAAAAACc/kWVmJKmE2Kg/s72-c/DSC_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-3892368505199300069</id><published>2008-08-25T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:07:50.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say crazy?</title><content type='html'>Can you say crazy?  This week just about takes the cake as one of the busiest week in our house in a long time.  Baylee had volleyball tryouts this week and was very excited.  For those that know me, I love some volleyball.  I was so proud to see my baby wanting to play.  Needless to say, BAYLEE MADE THE TEAM!! Yippeee!  We were so happy.  In the midst of all that, my mother in law called to tell me that my father in law failed his cardiac stress test and was being admitted to Mobile Infirmary.  The next few days were a whirlwind.  A heart cath and emergency open heart surgery followed.  The day that Bobby had his surgery, we got word that his brother had a routine heart cath (that we did know about) and he was scheduled for open heart surgery the next day at Providence.  What?? We were all dumbfounded.  The moral of that story is if you family members that need surgery at the same time...have them in the same hospital.  Especially in this wonderful weather that we call Fay.  My father in law has had a few set backs with his lungs.  His brother is doing well. Baylee has her first volleyball tomorrow at Baker High School.  This is my last full week home before I start work next Tuesday.  I hope things slow down just a little...but I really don't think they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-3892368505199300069?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3892368505199300069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=3892368505199300069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3892368505199300069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3892368505199300069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-say-crazy.html' title='Can you say crazy?'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4796257799738247261</id><published>2008-08-18T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:22:49.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder on The Gulf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great this weekend at Thunder on The Gulf.  We got the VIP passes and you would think Baylee was the president coming through.  We let her take her friend Lauren and they had a blast.  Michael and I were not cool enough to be seen with the girls.  They told us we were THEIR entourage (and then Baylee asked what entourage was, HAHA!)  We were at the Perdido Beach Resort and the weather was beautiful.  The girls swam at the beach and then ran back to pool.  After a little while, I went to check on them...they were in the ADULTS ONLY hot tub. (reminded me of the old days crashing a hot tub a time or two, but don't tell Baylee.)  The boats were fun to watch as well as people that show up for that type of event...you have all kinds. After I got sunburned, it was time to go.  We headed over to The Wharf and shopped for awhile.  Last night was the Sugarland and Leanne Rimes concert.  Apparently we didn't need tickets, you could sit on the bench and listen to them warm up...it was a nice end to a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4796257799738247261?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4796257799738247261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4796257799738247261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4796257799738247261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4796257799738247261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/thunder-on-gulf.html' title='Thunder on The Gulf'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-2521770302680588946</id><published>2008-08-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:12:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An official 7th grader</title><content type='html'>It was mass chaos in the middle school halls of Faith Academy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee's&lt;/span&gt; excitement was in full gear.  For those of you that know her, that means I had to pull her off the ceiling.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; has been so excited about going back to school.  Well, I figured out why...BOYS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, she talked about this boy had grown was "looking way cuter than last year."  I informed her that we were there to learn and not to check out boys. (I sounded like my mother.)   After on hour of hearing ALL the rules of Faith Academy, it was on to the locker scene.  With all the girls squealing, I was so ready for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Xanax&lt;/span&gt; or Margarita.  We got the locker decorated.  The funniest thing happened.  I was standing there helping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; and one of the teachers/coach walked up to me...I guess he thought I was a student.  When I turned around, he was startled "oh your the Mom."  I laughed and then he went into the famous old question..."So, how tall are you?" Well, it was a fun filled day.  I dropped her off this morning and off she went...an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-2521770302680588946?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2521770302680588946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=2521770302680588946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2521770302680588946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/2521770302680588946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/official-7th-grader.html' title='An official 7th grader'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-7167146776335616318</id><published>2008-08-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:07:24.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No crayons needed for 7th grade</title><content type='html'>For years I have complained about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee's&lt;/span&gt; growing school supply list.  You send your child to school with paper, pencils, and crayons.  This day in time, you have to buy paper towels, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bags, and one year... toilet paper (I swear.)   The list goes on and on.  The next thing you know you have well over $100 in just paper products.  That does not include backpack and the "cool" lunchbox. Well, this year with great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;, I did not buy one single pack of crayons or markers.  I tried to buy them but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; refused.  Please I begged her, just for old times sake.  She reminded me that no crayons are needed for 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.  Please do not think that I got off any cheaper because this year we had to buy "locker supplies."  That included color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coordinating&lt;/span&gt; locker shelf, magnets, and post it notes.  All she needs now for the locker is a set of curtains and a disco ball. Party in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baylee's&lt;/span&gt; locker!  She gets it honestly for those of you that know me...Well, tomorrow is the first day of school.  I was informed that we have to get there early to decorate her locker...not to do the important stuff like register for school, duh!  For those of you reading this with small cute little kids, your day is coming...just wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-7167146776335616318?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7167146776335616318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=7167146776335616318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7167146776335616318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7167146776335616318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-crayons-needed-for-7th-grade.html' title='No crayons needed for 7th grade'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-7820537444572654740</id><published>2008-07-30T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:36:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school and back to work!</title><content type='html'>Well, swimming and diving has come to an end.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; finished her swimming in 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place over all for the entire city of Mobile in her age group!  Yippee!  She swam against year around swimmers, so we are REALLY proud of her hard work.  As for diving, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt; in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in the Jr. Championship.  Since not she is not in the pool everyday, we now have to figure out how to get the green out of her hair.  Any suggestions?? We are getting ready for school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is so excited!  She loves her friends, but is not ready for the "learning" (according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;.)  She is going into the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade this year. That means changes classes and being in the high school hall.  Ugh!  Where did time go?? I am really OLD!  Books, uniforms, supplies...oh my! &lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please...well I am headed back to work!  I have been hired with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CPSI&lt;/span&gt;.  A computer company in Mobile that sells and maintains hospital and clinic based computer system.  As a nurse, I will go in to the hospital and clinic and teach the clinical people to use the system.  It does involve around the country travel.  The bonus is I do get to keep my sky miles and hotel points for personal use...darn!  That means if I am in Hawaii, Michael could fly out with me....darn again! Well I could be in Michigan in January...that will not be fun.  So, say a prayer for our family that we will all adjust well.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is very dependent on me and this will a big change for her.  She has a great support system and she will be fine.  We made the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; to return work for great benefits and a retirement plan.   The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;economy&lt;/span&gt; is tough and doesn't seem to be getting better.  With returning to work, it takes a lot of pressure off of Michael.   So, please keep us in your prayers as we all make adjustments...keep in touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-7820537444572654740?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7820537444572654740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=7820537444572654740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7820537444572654740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/7820537444572654740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school-and-back-to-work.html' title='Back to school and back to work!'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-6224346504972170160</id><published>2008-07-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:17:26.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pool is our life</title><content type='html'>As you all know, summer is in full swing and keeping me very busy!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is doing wonderful with her swimming and has really impressed us.  This is her first year back in swimming for at least 2 years.  She has done AWESOME!  She has won many blue ribbons (first place) and competes with the all year around swimmers.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; should have really been born with gills and fins. Then if that wasn't enough, she has won her dive meets as well.  I spoke with her diving coach yesterday and she has suggested year around diving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;.  There is a lot involved with that.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; will have to start tumbling and trampoline with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/span&gt; coach to learn proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;techniques&lt;/span&gt;.  Then diving 3 days a week during the winter...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brrrr&lt;/span&gt;.  We are going to pray about what the right thing is for her.  She has been watching the Olympic trials and really has been motivated.  She has seen the Auburn swimmers and divers.  She wants to go to Auburn and swim/dive.  Do I hear scholarship, maybe??  We could only wish...As for Michael, well he is just as busy with work.  He is putting in long days and weekends.  I miss spending time with him but I know that because of him I get to stay home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt;.  As for me, well I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baylee's&lt;/span&gt; taxi driver and I help Michael as much as I can.  We had a great Fourth of July with family.  We had a fish fry with my parents.  I love eating with my family.  We have so many good cooks.  We ate so much that I was glad I wore shorts that had some spandex! I can't believe I said that..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!  I keep you posted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-6224346504972170160?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6224346504972170160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=6224346504972170160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6224346504972170160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6224346504972170160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-is-our-life.html' title='The pool is our life'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5723778506863633614</id><published>2008-06-19T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:52:02.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here!!</title><content type='html'>Well, summer is in full swing at the Jeffrey-Jackson household.  I guess you can say that things are quite hectic!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is swimming for West Mobile Swim Club.  She is also diving as well.  That means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; everyday at 8am-10am.  She loves it so much that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; sets her alarm and is up and going at 7:30am.  So much for us sleeping late.  She is doing awesome!  She had her first dive meet yesterday and won FIRST place!  Swimming is going just as well.  She is under a great coach and could go far with swimming if she sticks with it.  We are headed to the beach next week and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is off to camp the following week.  Anybody want to baby sit the dog so Michael and I could have some quiet time.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Irie&lt;/span&gt; the dog thinks that he is a human baby and is suppose to get all of the attention!  We have much more coming up...I will post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt;/diving pictures as soon as possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5723778506863633614?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5723778506863633614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5723778506863633614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5723778506863633614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5723778506863633614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here!!'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5324623211179369240</id><published>2008-05-13T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:01:52.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone that reads this had a wonderful Mother's Day.  My wonderful little family made my day fabulous.  I had breakfast in bed...Baylee got in the bed with me while Michael cooked breakfast.  It was Baylee's way of making sure that I didn't go in the kitchen while breakfast was being made.  I think she just wanted to snuggle with me and didn't want to get up yet.  Baylee made me a "coupon book."  It included coupons for back massage, mopping the floor, and cleaning the bathroom!  GREAT PRESENT!  Michael got me a pedicure from my favorite little place.  We had a great afternoon...I had requested that Michael fix his famous shrimp &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;etouffe&lt;/span&gt; (sp?) instead of going out to dinner.  I thought a nice quiet dinner at home...well we had party crashers.   Mom heard that Michael was cooking and that was all it took.  My parents were in B'ham and I had expected them not to be back in time.  Well, Mom heard Michael was cooking and they hit I-65 southbound.  The more the merrier and she had Carrot Cake cheesecake from Cheese Cake Factory, YUMMY!!  We had dinner outside on the deck it was so nice outside.  Then to top off the day...The Blue Angels flew overhead. YEAH!! Michael found out they were flying home from a show in Louisiana.  Needless to say, I had a great day thanks to Michael and Baylee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5324623211179369240?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5324623211179369240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5324623211179369240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5324623211179369240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5324623211179369240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day_13.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-6218818655170435791</id><published>2008-05-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:03:07.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB8LZ4yCGyI/AAAAAAAAABE/449bguSMOlI/s1600-h/DSCN1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196885034375715618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB8LZ4yCGyI/AAAAAAAAABE/449bguSMOlI/s200/DSCN1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing! Baylee and I spent a week trying to win Natalie Grant tickets and backstage passes from Power 88 for her concert May 2 in Mobile. Without a win, we thought our chances were over. Baylee had to go with her Dad friday and she said forget it. Well, God had another plan. Last Saturday we went to Crossroads book store and Baylee registered for tickets to entertain herself while Michael and I looked at books. Well...I got a phone call Thursday evening and Baylee WON tickets and backstages meet and greet tickets! YEAH! She took her Dad in hopes that Jesus would work in his heart through the music. (he is a musician) Baylee sat on the front row and had a BLAST! It is so amazing to realize that God does have a plan and he does reveal himself in many ways that include concert tickets! Look at my baby with Natalie Grant...Please click on the top video on the video bar and watch Natlie Grant's video In Better Hands Now.  It is our current favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-6218818655170435791?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6218818655170435791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=6218818655170435791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6218818655170435791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6218818655170435791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/natalie-grant.html' title='Natalie Grant'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB8LZ4yCGyI/AAAAAAAAABE/449bguSMOlI/s72-c/DSCN1629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-3383334345397773464</id><published>2008-05-02T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:03:07.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB37OoyCGuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RuBv0vu74Ig/s1600-h/DSCN1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196585773939432162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="305" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB37OoyCGuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RuBv0vu74Ig/s320/DSCN1623.JPG" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB37PIyCGvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/deaIzLhBh04/s1600-h/DSCN1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196585782529366770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="307" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB37PIyCGvI/AAAAAAAAAAo/deaIzLhBh04/s320/DSCN1625.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I am writing because I finally have a quick minute! I am babysitting Sophie since Wedesday(my 2 year old niece) who is VERY active. The only reason I have a moment is she is currently modeling ALL of my high heels that I have in my closet! She is on pair #5 and she has many to go...she has a shoe fetish. We have had a blast with her! The dog is not to sure about her though...jealous! I heard Sophie screaming and the next thing I know Irie dog is tearing though the house with her pacifier!! What a baby the dog has become! She loves anything PRINCESS and considers herself one. Baylee and I took her out to dinner last night we were exhausted by the time we got home. I felt sorry for the people that had to clean up after us...mac and cheese on the table, floor, and some left in Sophie's hair for later! In the car on the way home, Baylee reminded me that we DO NOT need a baby at all because it was too much trouble! I guess you can say she has the only child syndrome. Sophie is going home today and we are really sad! It has definitely given Michael and I something to think about if there is going to be more children in our future. Maybe adoption of a potty trained child!! haha! I hope to post some pictures of Sophie's adventures at our house! She is a HOOT and I can't wait for her to come back! I must go now, she is currently trying to brush the dog's teeth with her tooth brush and diaper rash cream. Man, she is fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-3383334345397773464?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3383334345397773464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=3383334345397773464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3383334345397773464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/3383334345397773464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/SB37OoyCGuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RuBv0vu74Ig/s72-c/DSCN1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-4764398392096240561</id><published>2008-04-28T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:34:39.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Well, I am happy to report that after a week in the hospital, my father in law has been cleared of many devastating diagnosis. No tumor or stroke.  Thank you Jesus!  Things have been quite hectic.  A few days after Bobby (father in law) got out of the hospital, a close family friend and a mentor of Michael's at Roberts Brothers came to Michael and said he wasn't feeling well.  Jorge asked Michael to "take over" his business until he was feeling better. Jorge is number 3 in the company and 25 million dollar a year producer.  Michael was honored that Jorge would trust him that much with something so valuable.  Come to find out Jorge was having some of the same symptoms as my father in law.  We were devastated to find out last week the Jorge has an inoperable malignant brain tumor and has not been giving a long life expectancy.  We are devastated as a family friend and as a member of the Robert's Brothers family. Please to continue to keep Jorge in your prayers. He has a wife and 4 children with the youngest being only 17 years old.  I am asking to keep Michael in your prayers for the added pressure and work.  He is putting long days and just about 7 days a week.  He wants to make sure that Jorge's family is taken care as well as our own.  I keep reminding Michael that God will not put more on him that he can handle.  Our lesson through all of this, life is precious and it can change at any moment.  Hold your family close and remember that don't sweat the small stuff because it really does not matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-4764398392096240561?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4764398392096240561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=4764398392096240561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4764398392096240561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/4764398392096240561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-8805317679023948825</id><published>2008-04-10T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:17:04.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father In Law</title><content type='html'>There has not been much going on personally with my little family.  Yet, we are fighting a bigger battle with my father in law, Bobby.  For those of you that know him, he is the most loving and gentle soul that I have ever known.  Michael is so much like him and I can't want to live the rest of my life with husband.  I know what our future is like because of the man that Michael has become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of his father.  We have started to notice a few things over the past couple of weeks that have caused the family to scratch or heads.  Bobby has had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt; remembering little things, daily headaches, vision changes, and dizziness.  For me that has worked for a brain surgeon for almost three years,  I really started to get worried.  My mother in law (Diane) and I really put our heads and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; that Bobby had to see a doctor ASAP.  Well, yesterday he saw Dr. White (neurosurgeon) and things doesn't really look too promising.  He offered many different diagnosis that all of which are very difficult.  Bobby has many test scheduled for next week and I pray that the Lord will reveal himself in a complete healing for Bobby.  This is really effecting our family with fear of the unknown.  So, I am coming to you and asking for prayer for our family.  It is one thing to be the nurse, but it is not so easy to be the family member.  Especially, when you know what each diagnosis means and the possible outcome of each.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-8805317679023948825?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8805317679023948825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=8805317679023948825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8805317679023948825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8805317679023948825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-father-in-law.html' title='My Father In Law'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-5232887186486866610</id><published>2008-04-03T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:49:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oprah Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't know how to begin this blog.  I am still so stunned from what I just witnessed on TV, I think my jaw is still on the floor!  Michael said he could literally hear my jaw hit the floor.  Let me start by asking if anyone saw Oprah today? (Thursday)  If you didn't, he we go.  Oprah had a "couple"  that wanted to go public about their pregnancy.  Well, you say what is the big deal?  IT WAS THE MAN THAT WAS PREGNANT!  As a woman, and nurse, and a human being I was left scratching my head.  The "man"  was a transgender female that was living as man, but yet did not feel the need to have his female reproductive organs removed. What??  His entire community had no idea that he was transgender.  All I could think about was Dolly the cloned sheep.  What is the world coming to?  The longer that I sat there watching the show, I saw a confused human being that had become lost on their way to adulthood.  They have opened  up society and attempting to change the views of family as a mockery.  I am furious!  This person sat there on national television and states that "he" will be the father of this little girl.  The wife of this person sat there on the couch and continued to rub his belly.  Has science gone too far?  What am I to tell my daughter when she hears about this?  That the world is diverse? No!! I tell her that God created a man and woman...not a confused 'human being" that allows the media to exploit the baby girl that was not asked to be brought in this situation.  Disgusting!  This article will be in People Magazine.  Check it out and let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-5232887186486866610?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5232887186486866610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=5232887186486866610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5232887186486866610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/5232887186486866610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/oprah-show.html' title='Oprah Show'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-8649790237798147654</id><published>2008-03-31T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:42:00.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Teeth</title><content type='html'>For all of those that know me, I HATE the dentist!  I could no longer put off the removal of my wisdom teeth.  First of all I started this experience with a Xanax (left over from the wedding) Not that I really needed Xanax for the wedding, it sure came in handy for the dentist.  My sweet friend Kim works for Dr. Williamson and is fully aware of my dental phobia. She hooked me up with the laughing gas! Whew, good stuff!  Then the needles started..and I quickly decided that I needed a higher dose of the laughing gas then I  thought I needed to confess that I had taken a Xanax prior to my appointment. Dr. Williamson felt sorry for me when he realized I had a death grip on his chair.  You know how they leave you sitting there while the "numbing medicine kicks in."  So, by now the Xanax and the higher dose of laughing gas is kicking in.  I realized that I was so numb that it was quite possible that I was about to swallow my own tongue and that I was headed to towards the "light."  I was trying to send mental messages to Michael to come help me because I thought I was going to die! Needless to say the teeth came out very quickly.  I didn't swallow my tongue.  But, I did drool quite a lot and gag a few times.  As for as the light I was headed to...it was the dentist light that was over my head and Michael did not get any of my mental messages. Oh well...the moral of the story...I lived and maybe it was not as bad!  Thanks to my wonderful husband and daughter for taking care of me.  I am going to milk it as long as I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-8649790237798147654?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8649790237798147654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=8649790237798147654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8649790237798147654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/8649790237798147654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/wisdom-teeth.html' title='Wisdom Teeth'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-6396083805184978816</id><published>2008-03-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:18:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't make it to the beach today.  Baylee had a friend spend the night last night.  This morning we got up and did some things around town. It would not be a day without hitting the mall with 2 twelve year old girls. Baylee got her hair cut today with about 4 inches off.  Ok, this is where it gets interesting...the whole time her phone is ringing all this crazy different ring tones.  For those of you that are not cool (that is me), each one of her friends has a different ring tone when they call or text.  While she is sitting there getting her hair cut, it sounds like a radio station in her pocket.  One song after another, God help me!  I finally snatched the phone. Well, Jacob was texting her. Jacob is the little boy that she has a HUGE crush on.  He is way too cool to give Baylee the time of day, but he texts her all the time and even rolled our house last week.  Ok there is another story behind that. ( I have pictures.) First of all what is the world coming to when my 12 year old cell phone rings more than mine?? Ok back to the story, I then got the bright idea to text Jacob back if I was Baylee.  Baylee was having a fit...HAHAHA!  She was stuck in the chair and couldn't get to me! It was great.  We were going back and forth, by this time half the salon was making suggestions what to text.  So finally I asked him....DO YOU LIKE BAYLEE?  Baylee was screaming....nooooo! His response was...IS THIS BAYLEE'S MOM??  Then I was screaming...nooo!!!  Needless to say, I am not as cool as I thought I was!! Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-6396083805184978816?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6396083805184978816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=6396083805184978816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6396083805184978816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6396083805184978816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-i-didnt-make-it-to-beach-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4598315944041830355.post-6453340059264330496</id><published>2008-03-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:31:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; this is my first blog posting and I am so excited...Well, this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; my first week home from work and I have no idea what to do with myself.  I have cleaned my house, cleaned out closets and cabinets and grocery shopped.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now what?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is on Spring Break.  She just got home from her Dad's last night.  She is already started with, "what are we going to do today?"  All the sudden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; is home and the word is out.  The home phone and the cell phone is ringing off the HOOK!  She is only 12 and how many more years to go?? Help!  It is a great day outside and I think we are going to head to the beach tomorrow.  Which is very scary..me in a bathing suit.  I starved myself before Michael and I went to Jamaica in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; to get into a bikini. Well, needless to say, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' saying "fat and happy" has a new meaning for me!  Well, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; my first blog. Let me know what you think and offer any advice. I am technically challenged, so this is an accomplishment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4598315944041830355-6453340059264330496?l=jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6453340059264330496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4598315944041830355&amp;postID=6453340059264330496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6453340059264330496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4598315944041830355/posts/default/6453340059264330496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffrey-jacksonbunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Erica Jeffrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03848700660888007486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sRJx4xspbvA/R-vI2aBMU6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EBHE6WpJtZ4/S220/DSC_0001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
