<?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-7548966634663033254</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:20:23.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Turner Family</title><subtitle type='html'>The family.  We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.  ~Erma Bombeck</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-3263907849795505480</id><published>2009-09-01T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:18:13.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you leave a comment after one of my posts, make sure you put your name down as well.  Otherwise, it posts it as anonymous and I have no clue who left it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-3263907849795505480?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/3263907849795505480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/09/comments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/3263907849795505480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/3263907849795505480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/09/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-7695851243324856566</id><published>2009-09-01T10:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:17:25.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Showers &amp; Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Tuesday to everyone!! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend and nice week so far!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a couple days to catch you all up on everything. Sunday was Lacy's baby shower at my house. She had a very nice turnout and got some really cute things!! We played a game where Lace picked 6 friends to sit on the floor and suck 4 oz of water out of a baby bottle. It was the funniest thing I have ever seen. Morgan came down from upstairs and looked at the six ladies like they were crazy. She couldn't believe they were all sucking a baby bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Sp1C23anmxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnU1wkqWPA0/s1600-h/Lacy%27s+Baby+Shower+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376527040506206994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Sp1C23anmxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnU1wkqWPA0/s320/Lacy%27s+Baby+Shower+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that game, it was time to open gifts! She got diapers and clothes. Of course, Nurse Christina had to get her all the creams and baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oragel&lt;/span&gt;! She got the bottles that she needed and used with the girls and got some really cool stuff from mom. Mom cross-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stitched&lt;/span&gt; her a baby blanket and put Logan's initials on a couple of shirts she got for him. The biggest hit for my sister and I was the Washington Redskins baby outfit. Of course, no one else like it but Lacy and I LOVED it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trey had baseball practice Sunday evening and Cory said he did really well.  He is one of the youngest on his team.  This is Trey's first year where the kids pitch to the batters instead of the coaches.  It is actually only Trey's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time to play ball.  He just started in the spring this year.  He is really doing an AWESOME job!  He understands everything about the game now.  He will watch the Ranger games with me and Cory and can tell you where everyone plays, where they bat in the order and what each player's number is.  He is amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cory was home all weekend long and it was great!  Having his smiling face around makes Trey and me so very happy.  He did have to go out this morning very early though.  Hopefully he will be home Thursday!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every night before Trey goes to bed, Cory and I kneel and pray with him at his bed.  If Trey doesn't want to pray, then me or Cory will.  Last night Trey prayed and it was so cute.  Before I tell you what he said, let me back up a bit to what we talked about over dinner.  While we were eating, Trey mentioned that he wished he could spend more time with his daddy.  We always tell him that we understand how he feels but sometimes that is just what Daddy's have to do.  I told him that we should be very thankful that dad still has a job.  We explained that there are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of families in the world that have lots their vehicles and have maybe had to move out of their homes because a parent has been laid off.  Cory said told him that if daddy wasn't working like he was then he wouldn't be able to play baseball and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of other things that many kiddos in the world aren't getting to do.  He understands but it still doesn't make easy for him.  I am just thankful that I am home every evening and he knows that one of us will ALWAYS be there for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With that being said, we headed up to his bedroom to pray.  We always pray for one thing in general and if you are a family member or close friend, you know what that is.  He always thanks the Lord for a wonderful day and last night, before he closed, he said "thank you for not having my dad get laid off yet."  Remember, he is only 8!  It was wonderful!  I guess the whole not getting to play baseball comment paid off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I woke Trey up for school this morning, he asked if anyone was coming over this evening?  I explained to him that it was a school night and we were just going to have a nice night together...just the two of us.  I reminded him that the Rangers were playing a double header at 4 and he was super excited about that.  He always has to remind me that he doesn't get to watch the whole game because I make him go to bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Why is bedtime so hard for kiddos???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-7695851243324856566?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/7695851243324856566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-showers-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/7695851243324856566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/7695851243324856566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-showers-prayers.html' title='Baby Showers &amp; Prayers'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Sp1C23anmxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pnU1wkqWPA0/s72-c/Lacy%27s+Baby+Shower+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-4230730671096348153</id><published>2009-08-29T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:19:37.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Weekend so Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, how nice it is to have my husband home.  He really makes mine and Trey's life so much brighter when he is around.  I just love him so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, we went to a friend's house to celebrate Misty Lou's birthday.  You will hear me mention her quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; as well.  Misty and her soon to be husband, John, are our other husbands and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wives&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!  I can always count on John to help me with anything when Cory is out of town and likewise with Cory and Misty.  The get together was at one of my other girl's house, Shari.  These two girls are some of the best friends a girl could ask for.  I can honestly say that I could not stand them at first, but they grow on you pretty quickly.  Shari cooked fajitas and Trey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maleah&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shar's&lt;/span&gt; daughter) jumped on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trampoline&lt;/span&gt; all night.  I got sick 5 times last night and we called it a night early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up this morning in a wonderful mood, looking forward to Lace's baby shower tomorrow at our house.  I went to Card and Party and got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of cute baby boy stuff for decorations.  I hope she has a good turnout tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cory and Trey threw the ball around a little bit this morning.  Trey loves it when Cory is home to do this with him.  It doesn't take them long to assume their normal positions...Cory in the chair with remote in hand and Trey in his bedroom with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; remote in his hand!  Some things never change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you all are having a wonderful time with your family this weekend as I am with mine!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-4230730671096348153?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/4230730671096348153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-weekend-so-far.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/4230730671096348153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/4230730671096348153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/nice-weekend-so-far.html' title='A Nice Weekend so Far'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-3702195720330188355</id><published>2009-08-28T17:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:48:51.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story About Trey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Trey and I were heading to school on Friday, we drove by a man on the road that was running.  He didn't have a shirt on and was probably 40-50.  He had hair on his chest and was sweating.  He wasn't a very pleasant sight.  Trey looked at me and said, "Jess, that man needs a shirt on.  Some people just can't go without a shirt.  That was gross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-3702195720330188355?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/3702195720330188355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story-about-trey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/3702195720330188355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/3702195720330188355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-story-about-trey.html' title='Funny Story About Trey'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-6500139569857664767</id><published>2009-08-28T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:41:42.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!  WOOHOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Misty Lou!  I hope you have a wonderful day today!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; happen today.  I went with my sister to her doctor's appointment this morning.  Everything is going good with her.  Little Logan just moves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than the girls did but Lacy can handle it!  I can't wait till October gets here.  I told her today that my guess for DOB is 10.08.09.  I had to go with 8 since Morgan's birthday is on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and Bug weighed 8 lb 8 oz!  I think 8 is a good number when it comes to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt; (father in law) took me to lunch today.  We had such a good time and I am so lucky to have him in my life.  He understands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of what I am dealing with and has a way of putting things to me that makes it easier to understand.  We decided today that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; need to start doing this every other week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lunch, I met back up with Lace at the mall.  We looked at maternity clothes and she bought a couple things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kirklands&lt;/span&gt;.  Lace and Randy are doing Logan's room in sports stuff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kirklands&lt;/span&gt; just happens to have those kinds of things to hang in the room.  She got a really cute baseball sign that has a man throwing a ball in the background.  Of course, while we were in the mall, the 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;preggo&lt;/span&gt; sisters had to stop by the Cookie Company and grab a snack.  It was mighty tasty I might add!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I picked Trey up from school and we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart.  While my son was complaining about having to go with me (he just loves shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wallyworld&lt;/span&gt;) my MIL called and wanted to take us for some ice cream.  She ended up picking him up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; and they left to get something sweet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I got home, MY HUSBAND WAS FINALLY HOME!  I was so excited to see him.  I feel like I haven't seen him in forever!  My MIL brought Trey home as well as some ice cream for Cory and me.  Trey is reading now and Cory is asleep on the couch as I type.  I am looking forward to a nice weekend with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful Friday and have a nice weekend planned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tootles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS...I finally have gained a couple pounds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!  Well, I am not back to where I was when I originally got pregnant but we are getting closer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-6500139569857664767?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/6500139569857664767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-woohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/6500139569857664767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/6500139569857664767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday-woohoo.html' title='FRIDAY!!  WOOHOO'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7548966634663033254.post-2786143516958343642</id><published>2009-08-27T14:53:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:06:33.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Howdy Everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was told yesterday that I needed to do some things for myself. I started thinking about things I could do and thought blogging to world, sharing what is going on with my family, would be a good start. Now, my mom may have been an English teacher and my MIL (mother-in-law) is a grammer nut, but let me tell you that I am not. With that being said mom and MIL, please excuse anything you would find incorrect, lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to first start out and tell you about myself. I was raised by the best woman on earth. I grew up with a single mom that did a heck of a job raising me and my sister. Lacy, my sis, is 18 months younger than I am. Mom taught at Carlisle which is a hole in the wall school in the middle of no where. I started at Carlisle in the 3rd grade and Lace (nickname) did in the 1st. Carlisle is about 11 miles from Troup, just south of Tyler. Pre K-12th is all on one campus. I graduated with 18 people in 1998. My mom taught everything from 3rd to 6th/7th grade. She was very respected at Carlisle and many parents always requested my mom to teach their children. Everyone knew everybody at Carlisle and everyone knew everyone's business at Carlisle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said before, we lived with just mom. Our parent's divorced when I was 8 or 9. Mom did everything she could to provide for Lace and me. She taught all day at school and then worked at a department store at night. My sis and I spent alot of time together which I why I believe we are so close today. You will hear me talk alot about Lace in the posts to come. We may not have had class rings like everyone else did or the most expensive clothes but I would not take anything back from the way mom raised us. Mom moved to Maryland in 2000 to be with a gentleman that she met online actually. John is a wonderful man and loves my mom dearly. All I want is for her to be happy and he seems to be doing a good job of that. We miss her dearly! Love you mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also have other siblings on my father's side. I have a sister, Jennifer, from my dad's first marriage and a 13 year old brother named Chris from the marriage he is currently in. Jenn is alot like Lacy. They are 2 peas in a pod. Jenn lives in California and has 2 sons name Bryant and Blake. We don't get to see Jenn near as often as we would like. She did make it down for the wedding in January and hopefully will see her sometime next year at Lacy's wedding. Christopher lives with dad now. He is a sensitive kiddo but a really good kid. He has red hair just like our grandmother had. Love you 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August 8, 2003, was the most miraculous day I ever witnessed in my life. Lace's first born, Morgan Taylor, came into our lives. She weighed 6 lb 13 oz and I was there to see everything! If anyone ever was in disbelief that there is a God, then they need to witness a birth. It was like I said, MIRACULOUS! MoMo (nickname) is a princess!! She is very sweet and smart. She actually gave me nickname that all the kiddos in my life call me, Jessa. It was hard for her to say the 3 syllabell one, so Jessa stuck like glue. Mo just started 1st grade and is just a beautiful, smart little girl. I love her so much and she will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvXR-M5XI/AAAAAAAAARk/TWcY43MJIY4/s1600-h/Morgan+Trey+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746388553590130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvXR-M5XI/AAAAAAAAARk/TWcY43MJIY4/s320/Morgan+Trey+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;October 13, 2005, was the 2nd most miraculous day in life. Lace's second born came into the world at 8 lb 8 oz (which I was I guess in the delivery room I might add, lol) and her name is Hailey Jane (aka Bugga). Wow, what can I say about Bug other than she is just like her momma. She is very high-strung and will be a little tom-boy just as her mother was. She is not a lover of men and that absolutely kills my husband. She will tell you NO in a hearbeat but is still one of my babies that will always tell you that I am her favorite aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvsoIBUHI/AAAAAAAAARs/2D4umBWNQJg/s1600-h/jhgl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746755277607026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvsoIBUHI/AAAAAAAAARs/2D4umBWNQJg/s320/jhgl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lace has her first boy in her belly now and is due in October. His name will be Logan Drew. I am super-excited about it. I can't wait for him to get here. Lace needs a boy and I am happy that God has blessed her with one now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout my twenties, I dated alot. I was the type that never wanted to be alone and would let someone walk all over me in order to not be alone. I had never been married but was engaged once. He lied to me one time and I was done. I had alot of good times with good friends that will never be forgotten. There are always things that I did or happened to me that I wish I could take back but I know that they all happened for a reason. I knew I wanted to settle down with someone that was right for me and I always knew that I wanted to be a mother. My whole life, everyone has told me that I would make a great mommy. I was born to be a mother and a wife and I knew that. The problem was that I was not going to settle for anything less than what I thought I deserved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In December of 2008, some friends and I went to a local hangout to watch a concert. Aaron Watson was in town and I had never seen him before. Before the concert started, I noticed that Cory walked in. I had met Cory several years ago through some friends. He was married and I used to hang out with him and his wife at the time. In Novemeber, I had run into him a few times out and about. He told me that he was divorced and explained why. When I saw him that evening, I went up and gave him a hug like I always had done. He followed some friends and I back to where we had posted up for the evening. We started talking and one thing led to another. We danced several times that evening. I will always remember thinking that I can't believe I am dancing with Cory Turner. I always thought he was so handsome and nice and never would have thought that I would actually have a chance with him. We exchanged numbers and he called me the next day. I was in the mall Christmas shopping and my heart stopped I believe when he called me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We saw each other many times in the next couple weeks. Lacy's birthday is right before Christmas and I remember telling her that I had someone I wanted her to meet at her party. The first words out of her mouth were, "here we go again Jess." I remember her telling me that she was tired of meeting all these people and then having them do something to me several months later. I explained to her that this one really was different. Needless to say, Cory and Lace hit off quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cory proposed to me in August of 08 and we were married on January 24, 2009. The wedding was everything I could have imagined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbuqmiMrsI/AAAAAAAAARU/-6EbinN7yuw/s1600-h/559.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvDiLpmDI/AAAAAAAAARc/CPDBv0pDcLg/s1600-h/m_d81d31be42404134b060eadc28a7e205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374746049307580466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvDiLpmDI/AAAAAAAAARc/CPDBv0pDcLg/s320/m_d81d31be42404134b060eadc28a7e205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cory has an 8 year old son named Trey. There aren't enough words to describe my love for him. He is the smartest kiddo I know. He is very sensitive, funny and a daddy's boy! Trey is in the 3rd grade this year. He and I spend alot of time together. He has been through alot in the last few months but is doing wonderful!! He listens well and argues just like his daddy does, lol! We have him alot and I am so thankful for the time we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbw1jv86xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Fb7GL6rQ_sE/s1600-h/Morgan+Trey+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374748008233364242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbw1jv86xI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Fb7GL6rQ_sE/s320/Morgan+Trey+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will hear alot about Trey in this blog. He is my life, as well as my husband. Trey can make me smile when I need it. He knows when I need a hug or knows when I need to hear I love you. He can turn a bad day into the best one ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh do I love Cory James! He is my rock! Cory currently works for Weatherford as a oil field operator. He has been gone a lot recently. This week, he left Tuesday for NM for several days. Hopefully, he will be home tomorrow. Trey and I miss him dearly! I love him so much and am so thankful that God brought us together. My life has completely changed since meeting him. All of those years of heartache were worth it to be where I am today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cory and I found out in May that I am pregnant with our first together! We are super excited. I am due February 9, just a couple weeks after our first anniversary. We find out Septemeber 17 what we are having!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel like I have the best family in the world. My immediate family is the best and then all the inlaws and brothers and sisters just make it the absolute best. We have some of the best friends in the world too....you know who you are!! Our life is wonderful right now and we owe it all to the Man above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, guess this will do for now. I will do my best to do this everyday. I thought that being able to stay home would give me more time to do other things but that sure isn't the case. Being a stay at home mom is a job. I never understood until now. I always have something going on, especially since joining PTA. Keep Cory in your prayers as he returns home tomorrow! I hope you all enjoy reading my blogs as time passes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JESSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7548966634663033254-2786143516958343642?l=familyofturners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/feeds/2786143516958343642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/2786143516958343642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7548966634663033254/posts/default/2786143516958343642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://familyofturners.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Jessica M Turner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03257227417948540478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/Spbd-2ThRlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/mbzV1_LUoa0/S220/028.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W7qJ7LqdUvo/SpbvXR-M5XI/AAAAAAAAARk/TWcY43MJIY4/s72-c/Morgan+Trey+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
