<?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-1862994232563810991</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:31:28.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beam Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'>A glimpse into the innerworkings of a whackadoo and her family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6387333760560668026</id><published>2010-01-13T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:11:41.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow Batman, That Was A Long Break</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, if anybody actually still reads this you thought we were all dead or in the witness protection program!  We are still here, just amazingly busy.  I guess you don't realize it, but juggling 5 kids, a home, homeschooling, a husband, a dog, a psychotic cat and loads of other stuff is HARD!  Most days I count it a small victory that no one bled, okay, okay, that no one bled to death.  We are halfway through the school year and all three of the school-age kids are breezing through like it was easy.  Since Christmas, I have begun teaching Seth how to read.  I think he is doing well, should take about a month and he'll be on his way.  Annabeth is 15 months old now and a true delight to me.  I have enjoyed every minute with this little lady, and look forward to many more.  To say that she has healed a place in my heart that was left by the early death of our pre-born daughters is an understatement.  Matt is still the awesome man, husband, dad, sweetheart that he always has been.  Kinda makes you wonder when I start counting all these blessings, what did I do to deserve this?  Thank you Lord, for loving me.  Lame, I know, but WOW!  You knock me on my knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6387333760560668026?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6387333760560668026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6387333760560668026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6387333760560668026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6387333760560668026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/holy-cow-batman-that-was-long-break.html' title='Holy Cow Batman, That Was A Long Break'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3427797531161079838</id><published>2009-07-21T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:18:16.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>How could I have been so sorry and neglectful?  If anybody still reads this, I promise I'll try to do better.  The summer has flown by!  The kids are so great, Josh is working hard on relaxing in the driver's seat.  He gets his license in October and is still a little tense.  David is rockin' the house daily and doing a great job.  He is looking at becoming a rock star (is Van Halen hiring?).  Joe is 7 and that should explain everything.  He is struggling with babyish tendencies and looking and feeling more grown up.  His legs are so long now he reminds me of a colt.  Seth is almost 4 and has pretty much abandoned the three year-old tantrum thing.  He is a master of manipulation though.  He has his brothers completely in tow.  Then there is Annabeth.  What could I possibly say about her?  She is beautiful, funny, fashion conscious, and adorable.  I can't believe she is almost 10 months old!  Matt and I are just trying to keep up with all the growing and changing our brood does every day.  I still sit back and wonder how one woman could be so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3427797531161079838?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3427797531161079838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3427797531161079838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3427797531161079838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3427797531161079838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaack'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3017376522150059459</id><published>2009-06-09T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:46:39.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Have To Get Away</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am sitting here with songs from the Go-Gos streaming through my brain. We are a little more than a week away from our departure for Maine. Who would have thought that a cabin in the woods,by a spring-fed, ice cold lake would have me this excited? Yet, here I sit, contemplating my packing list. We take Josh and David to camp next Monday, and pick them up Friday on our way!!!!! I will promise to blog and Facebook about our trip while we are gone, then give you all the low down when we get back (complete with all the Sethisms) Bye-Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3017376522150059459?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3017376522150059459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3017376522150059459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3017376522150059459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3017376522150059459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-have-to-get-away.html' title='Vacation, Have To Get Away'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7783192927777922142</id><published>2009-05-20T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:05:00.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats, Prozac, And The State of The World</title><content type='html'>For all of you who have come into my home for the last 6 years, you know that we have a very weird, very fat, very mean cat. He isn't just regular cat mean, he is kinda psycho. You can be petting the thing with him purring as loud as he can and all of a sudden CHOMP, he bites you. Sparky started out mean but he was so darn cute, we learned to live with it. Well, at 16 pounds, he outweighs Annabeth and actively hunts Joey. Seth is pretty much safe (who really wants to tackle him right?). We came to the tough decision that we would have to do something about the cat. We talked to our vet who agrees that he is unadoptable but offered a trial before we take the last step. It seems our dear Sparky was separated from his mother too early (stray, no mom in sight, we're off the hook for that one) and has personality issues (really? You don't say!) He is aggressive, and antisocial and generally high strung. Her solution was to put the cat on Prozac to see if he mellowed out. Matt's first question was of course, "How much?" His next line was that if it came in suppository form Sparky was out of luck. My friend told me to hide all of the kitty knives and not to leave out any balls of yarn. I guess my real dilemma is this, Cat, Prozac, GET REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7783192927777922142?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7783192927777922142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7783192927777922142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7783192927777922142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7783192927777922142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/cats-prozac-and-state-of-world.html' title='Cats, Prozac, And The State of The World'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1350090156978761807</id><published>2009-04-22T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:57:07.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Bugs and Baseball</title><content type='html'>The season has begun! David is playing for the Braves this year. Looks like he'll be on 2nd base. We had his first game tonight (don't ask the score) and since Matt was out of town I had to go it alone. Josh was gracious enough to stay at home with Joe and Seth since it was an 8pm game, but Annabeth had to come since we are attached at certain body parts. Those of you that live here in the low country know about the gnats that bite, for those of you that don't, EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHG! That is probably the best way to phrase it. I know it is time for ball season when you smell the distinctive fragrance of OFF in the air. I applied to myself, I sprayed the stroller down and I misted over the baby but tried to avoid getting the stuff on her. You know it was futile, I was eaten alive. Thank you Father that the things spared the baby. Play Ball!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1350090156978761807?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1350090156978761807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1350090156978761807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1350090156978761807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1350090156978761807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/babies-bugs-and-baseball.html' title='Babies, Bugs and Baseball'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7558669554706761941</id><published>2009-04-06T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:28:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Madness About to Blow Away</title><content type='html'>This is it!  I am listening to the opening announcer for the NCAA Championship game.  That means that in about 2 to 3 hours the madness will be gone.  I am so ready for the sanity to return.  My normally mild-mannered husband turns into a raging, Carolina blue lunatic around the time March rolls around.  I think he wears the leotard under his clothes and reveals them during the warm-up.  If Carolina only knew what a gold-mine they had right here for an armchair coach, the team would be undefeated!  You at home can't see him but he is hunched forward in his chair breathlessly waiting for the next shot.  I know if things get dicey later in the game, he'll be on all fours beating the floor to urge the team on.  And all you people thought you knew Matt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7558669554706761941?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7558669554706761941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7558669554706761941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7558669554706761941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7558669554706761941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-madness-about-to-blow-away.html' title='March Madness About to Blow Away'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7838641743366270485</id><published>2009-03-30T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:29:51.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dolls and Bugs</title><content type='html'>I know, there are huge differences between girls and boys. Let's face it, some of them are obvious. I guess that the differences in their behavior and preferences really stand out to me since I have had boys for 15 years and a girl for only 6 months. The boys were very different, but also very similar. They were all creatures of habit and comfort. They liked routine and liked to be dry, loved and full. They were all such sweet babies. They never really cared about anything on their bodies as long as they were warm in winter and cool in summer. Toys were just about anything they could hold in their hands. They all went through a phase where all they really wanted was a plastic spoon from the utensil drawer! Dirt, trees, and anything outside was a huge bonus. Yes, we even did the worm thing at around 2 years old. I do not miss finding those in pockets on laundry day! &lt;br /&gt;Annabeth has already turned out to be so different. She really seems to notice what I put on her. She likes to wear dresses, she keeps running her hands down the skirts. I put bows in her hair and she keeps checking to make sure they are still there. She will get fussy in the morning and visibly cheer when she gets fresh clothes on. She likes bubble baths, having her hair brushed, and primping in general. I will say that the biggest thing is the baby doll. She has several already and loves all of them. She likes to look at the larger ones and will smile and "talk" to them. She has two soft dolls that are a good size for her. She loves to hug them to her and "kiss" them. She sleeps with them and takes them with her wherever we go. I took rattles for the boys but I have to pack the babies for her. I took her to the Dr. today for a check-up and he had to do the exam around the doll because of the death grip she had on the thing! I prayed for all of my children before they were born. I would have been thrilled to be a mom to only boys. When I found out that I was having a girl, I prayed that she would be feminine and girly and a mama's girl. God is so good, He listens to not only the things we need but He delights in giving us the desires of our hearts as well. I think my Father looks at Annabeth and I, and smiles at the relationship we are building. I am one blessed girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7838641743366270485?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7838641743366270485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7838641743366270485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7838641743366270485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7838641743366270485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-dolls-and-bugs.html' title='Baby Dolls and Bugs'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-639082706730125373</id><published>2009-03-24T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:44:02.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does Your Mind Go?</title><content type='html'>I find myself wondering lately about my intelligence. Ha Ha to all you jokesters, it really was there to begin with. I'm talking about how on earth I went from being a relatively intelligent person to being a clueless blob. I have an almost 13 year old child who has to carry the unimaginable burden of all the earth's knowledge. I don't know how he managed to gather and acquire it without my knowing about it, especially since I'm also his teacher, but there it is. It also floors me that he knows so much and can still make a C on a math test and think that's okay! I can only hope that when he is the father of a bright up and coming teenager, he will still be just as smart as he is now. Or do I??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-639082706730125373?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/639082706730125373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=639082706730125373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/639082706730125373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/639082706730125373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-does-your-mind-go.html' title='Where Does Your Mind Go?'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1528172234195461032</id><published>2009-03-18T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:17:37.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Down A Lifetime To Go</title><content type='html'>Happy anniversary to you my dear husband.  My blog is usually filled with the antics of all of our little monkeys, but today I decided to post directly to you.  I met you almost 18 years ago now, we have been married for 14 years, been through 5 children, 2 states, several jobs, several moves. I can honestly say that my love for you magnifies daily.  You are my guide, my love, my friend, my sounding board, my boundary.  You define me in so many ways.  I stay home with our children and yet, have never felt stifled.  You allow me to be me and stay sane in the middle of the madness!  I have never understood how you managed to make me feel so safe, sheltered, protected even, all the while making me feel so free.  The love of Christ is in you and around you and spills out to shine The Way for all who meet you.  I thank you my dear man for making a scared, abused little girl feel like a blessed, confidant woman. I love you and am eagerly anticipating the rest of our lives together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1528172234195461032?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1528172234195461032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1528172234195461032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1528172234195461032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1528172234195461032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-down-lifetime-to-go.html' title='14 Down A Lifetime To Go'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4987084378349286780</id><published>2009-03-14T12:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:03:17.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bubba Brother</title><content type='html'>Poor, poor Annabeth! The overprotective big brother thing has already begun. I got her dressed the other day in a sweet little pink dress with matching bloomers to cover her diaper. She looked really cute and it was a very warm day. I brought her out into the dining room and David asked me if Annabeth was only going to wear a shirt for the day. I informed him that the outfit in question was a dress. He looked at me and in all seriousness said "don't you think that is a little too short for her?" Look people, the girl is only 5 months old! I can only imagine the junk we'll go through when she hits the ripe old age of 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4987084378349286780?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4987084378349286780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4987084378349286780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4987084378349286780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4987084378349286780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-bubba-brother.html' title='Big Bubba Brother'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1594534483611827733</id><published>2009-03-09T21:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:56:22.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got You Sinupret</title><content type='html'>You know your child watches too much tv when they use commercial hook lines in everyday conversation. I need to amend that, not just everyday conversation, terms of endearments. Have you seen that commercial with the mom and daughter saying "I love you, I love you more, I love you more, I got you Sinupret"? Well, for a few weeks now, Seth has been using that as a marker for how much he loves us. "I love you soo much mommy, I got you Sinupret". Sunday morning he got so aggravated at me because I wouldn't get up, that he informed me that he had taken my Sinupret back to the store. Out of the mouths of babes right? A new development in the ongoing Seth/toilet saga, he wore real underwear for the better part of the day today. Yay Seth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1594534483611827733?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1594534483611827733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1594534483611827733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1594534483611827733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1594534483611827733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-you-sinupret.html' title='I Got You Sinupret'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6299793816403760002</id><published>2009-03-02T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:26:00.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>Sunday, March 1 2009 will go down in history as the day Seth decided to poop in the potty.  For those of you with no children, bear with me, all others REJOICE!  After much pleading, coaching, cheering and yes, bribing, Seth pooped last night in the place where poop belongs.  Matt had the little boys at church to play with a friend during youth group, Seth told Matt that he had to go.  Matt informed him that he had not brought any of his pull-ups with him, could he please go in the potty.  Well, the little booger did just that, like he had been doing it all along.  So far today he has done it again at home.  Pray people, 1 in diapers is enough for anyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6299793816403760002?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6299793816403760002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6299793816403760002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6299793816403760002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6299793816403760002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1522014762842430849</id><published>2009-02-25T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:23:03.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball You Are A Cruel Master</title><content type='html'>Just a quick blog to let you know that the boys of summer are about to be released. I signed David up for baseball today. Josh has aged out and no longer has the option, Joey informed us that he would rather take art lessons (real drawing, no arts and crafts junk) instead of baseball. Seth is still too young. Well, Annabeth began to howl just as I logged on so I guess I will regale you with more of the Beam antics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1522014762842430849?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1522014762842430849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1522014762842430849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1522014762842430849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1522014762842430849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/baseball-you-are-cruel-master.html' title='Baseball You Are A Cruel Master'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5352542943972874870</id><published>2009-02-17T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:22:17.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry</title><content type='html'>Having five children, I am often asked if they are jealous of one another, especially with the new baby around. I have always thought that the boys did so well in this area, nothing other than the usual you like him best stuff. Since they all say that about all the other brothers, I figure I'm doing pretty well. And then there's Seth. He is currently rocking the three year old movement. To begin the saga of Seth and Annabeth we must begin with spit-up. Annabeth is a dainty thing with a delicate stomach, that is to say that we must keep a burp cloth with the girl at all times or reek of baby goop. I have noticed that Seth has been spitting a lot recently, the kid's shirts have even been wet! I asked him what was going on and he told me that he had to (spit-up). I informed him that three year old boys do not spit-up, they just spit and they can control it. He said no, his tummy was upset and he had to spit-up. I did tell him, with a straight face thank you, that if he felt the need to spit-up, he had better do it in the potty or I would not change his shirt, or give him a lollipop (see previous post). I will live through the storm that is Seth and be stronger for it. There is a whole lotta trouble in that cute little monster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5352542943972874870?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5352542943972874870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=5352542943972874870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5352542943972874870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5352542943972874870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/sibling-rivalry.html' title='Sibling Rivalry'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3326213197156713593</id><published>2009-01-29T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:13:10.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>At this very moment I am being begged, pleaded with, asked, harassed and harangued by my three year old son, Seth.  All he wants is a lollipop.  He really needs one, he deserves one.  After all, he was so good at finishing the cookies he had to have as dessert from his second breakfast.  God made children so cute so you you can deal with the annoyances that come from everyday life.  Who could possibly say that there was no intelligent design.  In my opinion, God is brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3326213197156713593?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3326213197156713593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3326213197156713593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3326213197156713593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3326213197156713593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4830495303463140859</id><published>2009-01-21T23:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:18:58.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On Gravy Man</title><content type='html'>I can really tell that I have a teenager in my house. David got an electric guitar for Christmas and has been rockin' ever since. I must confess that Matt and I have done something that I never would have thought, we have told him to turn the music down. For those of you that knew me when I was a hard rock chick I know you are shocked, I have to say that I disgusted myself. In my defense, it is hard to get a baby to sleep in a house this loud and that's just the usual "boy noise". I am trying to get him to form a band called the Slick Chickens I want to be the do-wop girl in the short skirt in the back of the band. Go Gravy go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4830495303463140859?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4830495303463140859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4830495303463140859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4830495303463140859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4830495303463140859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-on-gravy-man.html' title='Rock On Gravy Man'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3726443992248890829</id><published>2009-01-02T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:15:47.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>I can barely believe that 2008 is already history.  The older you get, the time flies faster and faster.  We had a huge year this past year.  For starters, Matt held on at Global and came through even better than we could have hoped for.  We found out that we were adding to our family and got a girl to boot!  Something I haven't mentioned in my blog happened about a week after Annabeth was born.  We are in the process of building a new home.  We were supposed to be finished with the house in May but our builder recently told us that we may be in the house by the end of January!  We had such a trying year in 2007, ain't God grand?  I am holding on to my seat to see what 2009 brings.  By the way, Josh had a Christmas filled with movies and video games, David asked for and received an electric guitar, Joey asked for all sorts of things and is busy discovering all of them, Seth is just excitied that he got to open his gifts as well as Annabeths.  As for the princess of the Beam palace, she was showered with dolls and clothes, her mommy is having fun with all of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3726443992248890829?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3726443992248890829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3726443992248890829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3726443992248890829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3726443992248890829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3228348875032207272</id><published>2008-12-06T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:44:01.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas</title><content type='html'>The airwaves are full of the sounds of christmas music.  There is a definite nip in the air.  It must be time for the Holidays!  I love to listen to carols and all the silly christmas songs.  I tune the radio over as soon as I can.  I'm sure the kids hate it but they are so gracious that they hardly complain.  That is saying a lot since I sing along loudly and off-key.  The tree has been up since before Thanksgiving (long story).  We are busily shopping and stuffing and hiding from all the peeping little eyes we have around here.  We truly don't put anything under our tree until the kids go to bed on Christmas eve.  After years of fighting to keep the gifts wrapped, we decided it was easier that way.  I must say that after years of buying cars and balls and bats and guns, I am having so much fun going down the girl aisles for a change!  I know that everyone is busy this time of year so in case I don't get to blog again before, Merry Christmas To All And To All A Good Night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3228348875032207272?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3228348875032207272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3228348875032207272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3228348875032207272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3228348875032207272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-hippopotamus-for-christmas_06.html' title='I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4731410806495799501</id><published>2008-10-23T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:33:17.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Weather and a Smaller Pants Size</title><content type='html'>I know, weird things to get jazzed about right? I absolutely love the fall. It has always been my favorite time of the year. Growing up with the mountains just a short ride away and my birthday in October just made Autumn the best for me. Living here in Charleston has made me miss the changing leaves and that cold crisp feeling in the air. I do love it when the weather starts to turn. I am also thankful that after nine months of living with a basketball under my shirt I can bend!!! I am now wearing a size smaller than I was when the whole baby journey started. I am still working to drop a few more, but I have always said that pregnancy is the best diet for me. Pity I'll never go on it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4731410806495799501?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4731410806495799501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4731410806495799501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4731410806495799501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4731410806495799501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-weather-and-smaller-pants-size.html' title='Cool Weather and a Smaller Pants Size'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5684348141736024429</id><published>2008-10-15T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:39:31.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>I have a baby girl! I am so thrilled to be her mommy. I was really worried that after having all of my boys I wouldn't be able to love her quite as much. I am happy to say that all my fears were unwarranted. I am having so much fun. It is like having a real life baby doll. I have a blast dressing her up and fussing over her. The men in my life have all taken to her like ducks to a pond. Annabeth has still not cried since right after being born. If she makes the smallest sound of distress they all rush to her side. I am humbled by the gallantry of my men. Who knew they were such gentlemen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5684348141736024429?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5684348141736024429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=5684348141736024429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5684348141736024429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5684348141736024429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-baby-girl.html' title='Sweet Baby Girl'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1150980217256431716</id><published>2008-10-01T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:59:39.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s1600-h/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s320/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252354319857095042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to everyone!  This is my first time writing on my wife's blog so bear with me.  I just had to say something about my brand new daugther!  She is so beautiful, so tiny, so cuddly, so perfect!  I am so glad she is here now and our family is complete!  Thank you God for my wonderful, loving wife and all of my children He has given to me as a blessing!  My wife did such a great job during labor.  Once again, she did it naturally with only a small dose of pain medicine.  She amazes me everyday with what she can do!  I mean, I go to work and am faced with providing the basic needs for our family.  With God's help, we have always had enough.  However, I do not think I could handle what she does at home day after day, month after month, year after year...and does it so well!  And certainly don't ask me to give birth!!  We would have Josh and Josh only if that part of it was left up to me.  It makes me feel like the surgery I am going to have soon is nothing.  I would like to thank everyone for all of your prayers, gifts, and words of encouragement.  God is good!  Just take one look at my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1150980217256431716?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1150980217256431716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1150980217256431716' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1150980217256431716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1150980217256431716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/annabeth.html' title='Annabeth'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/SOQcbP2SEYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Mzi-mctT0fs/s72-c/Annabeth+Pics+09.29.08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-863686467927458860</id><published>2008-09-04T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:31:30.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Chaser</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make, I am a natural disaster freak. I love huge amounts of snow in the winter and the wilder the thunderstorm in summer, the better. I do not anticipate or long for loss of property or life, I just love the show. I was sooooooooo excited about Hanna earlier in the week. We are now only to receive a glancing blow. If I hated storms, we would have a major one every week. Matt thinks I am a little certifiable over this. I have a feeling our friends Bill and Susan would agree. If I ever stop having children and taking care of them on an hourly basis, I think I will become a weathergirl. I probably will refrain from singing "It's Raining Men" though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-863686467927458860?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/863686467927458860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=863686467927458860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/863686467927458860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/863686467927458860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/storm-chaser.html' title='Storm Chaser'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-8322449577120812207</id><published>2008-08-25T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:51:21.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>No it is nothing like a vision on the isle of Patmos but startling in its own right. I have gotten used to being in the minority around here. The only female in a house with 5 males is definitely lop-sided. The only notable upside is that I get to use the bathroom alone (usually). I realized today that two females in this house full of gentlemen will actually even things out quite nicely. Anyone who knows anything about women, knows that 2 like-minded, estrogen filled females is enough to turn the tide on any number of affable, loving, and adoring men. I have overcome!!! I can hear Helen Readdy singing in the background, "I am woman hear me roar we are too big to ignore"!!!! A new era is about to dawn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-8322449577120812207?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8322449577120812207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=8322449577120812207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8322449577120812207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8322449577120812207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3934411617649197435</id><published>2008-08-20T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:01:14.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze</title><content type='html'>Today is the official first day of the 2008-2009 school year for the Beam Christian Academy. We have a 1st grader, a 7th grader and a 10th grader. I am NOT old enough to have a child that old. He will be 15 in a few short weeks. I still remember waiting for my 15th birthday. I have high hopes and big plans for this school year, I can only pray that it all goes well. Seth is still in the preschool stage but I think we may be able to have him reading within the year. Joe has made improvements by leaps and bounds already. He has been reading the "Spiderwick Chronicles" today. He is almost finished with book 1 and it is at least a 3rd or 4th grade level book. On to more ridiculous topics, I am still the beached whale. Josh heard about the baby whale in Sydney that has lost its mother and was trying to bond with a sailboat and told me I should go and get it, it misses me. Humor in a teenager leaves something to be desired. I'll remember this if he ever needs a babysitter when he has children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3934411617649197435?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3934411617649197435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3934411617649197435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3934411617649197435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3934411617649197435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-daze.html' title='School Daze'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-195173702659080006</id><published>2008-08-13T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:05:33.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Slug</title><content type='html'>I have hit the wall, gatorade and energy drinks are useless. The first time I was pregnant, I was a cute young thang of 19. I worked 2 jobs, I went out on the town and I never needed a break. I am now the mother of 4, my husband is the only person who could call me cute with a straight face and I am almost 35. I have reached the point in my pregnancy that I feel as though I have accomplished something if I get a shower before noon. My son told me the other day that he would now refer to me as Mama Slug. To be honest, I couldn't even get upset. The upside is that in a few weeks I will no longer be confused with Jabba the Hut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-195173702659080006?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/195173702659080006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=195173702659080006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/195173702659080006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/195173702659080006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/mama-slug.html' title='Mama Slug'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5699507010225361515</id><published>2008-08-01T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:21:50.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down And Breathe</title><content type='html'>Whew! What a week we are having! Matt took the week off for our family vacation. We gave the boys the option of Pennsylvania and Hershey World or Florida and Disney. We took a family vote and had a write in vote for staying in Charleston and doing stuff around here that we usually don't get to. It was unanimous with the kids and that is exactly what we have been doing. Monday started slowly because of groceries and a Dr. appointment. We did go to see Journey To The Center Of The Earth. That turned out to be really good. Tuesday we went to Charlestowne Landing (The sight of the original settlement) We did the whole thing and even had a picnic in the shade. Wednesday we spent time at a beach that we don't usually go to, Beachwalker Park out on Kiawah. Thursday we went to Myrtle Beach and had dinner at Captain George's (our favorite seafood buffet). Today we went to the Charleston Museum, they had an exhibit on shoes!!!!! The boys really loved it. I'm not sure what the rest of the weekend has in store but we are really having a blast. Side note, the Dr. says that all is well and the baby is doing fine. We have a name but we are waiting to tell until she is here. We are still working on getting all the stuff she needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5699507010225361515?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5699507010225361515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=5699507010225361515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5699507010225361515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5699507010225361515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/slow-down-and-breathe.html' title='Slow Down And Breathe'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1042987155003319557</id><published>2008-07-20T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:21:33.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow What A Week</title><content type='html'>It is Sunday evening and I am finally getting a chance to get online. We have had VBS all week long. The whole Beam Family was involved. Matt and I each taught a class, Josh and David helped out with the kids and Joe and Seth attended. I am so thrilled that this year was sooooooo great! We had so many kids and we had an abundance of helpers. I am so proud of Janet Rollins and the job she did as VBS director, it just all came off without a hitch. I had the younger elementary age group and I had a great group of kids. I usually had between 9-12 kids each night. They were awesome! We did have the usual problem of getting Seth to participate, but I showed him the "naughty seat" and that was all it took. By the way, the church does not have a naughty seat, I just let him think that! Whatever works right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1042987155003319557?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1042987155003319557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1042987155003319557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1042987155003319557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1042987155003319557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-what-week.html' title='Wow What A Week'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2225766993421268393</id><published>2008-07-08T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:57:49.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>Life is just moving on from day to day here.  The time just flies.  I remember when I was expecting Josh, time seemed to drag by.  I felt that I would be pregnant forever an he would never come.  I am a lot older and have the four boys and I can't seem to stop long enough to catch my breath.  I only have a little over 12 weeks to go and it seems like I just took the test a week ago.  The boys are amazing, Josh is the biggest help and comfort to me.  He seems to understand all that I am feeling and going through, and will do anything to help me.  David is really growing up.  I was talking to him the other day and looking at him very closely.  I could see glimpses of the man he is growing into.  His activity level shames me, I think he exercises in his sleep.  Joey is soooo excited about the new baby.  He asks everyday how she is and if she is awake.  He will reach out and touch my belly, he talks to her and kisses her.  I think this baby already has a knight in shining armor to protect her from the world.  Seth is the cutest thing.  He says the funniest things and makes the funniest faces.  He is alternating between having a red baby and a green baby.  He insists that my baby is pink now and does not change colors.  I do think he will have the hardest time adjusting but I'm sure he'll be fine.   I tease Matt about his time in the Carribean but really, he is the rock of this family.  He leads us and guides us emotionally and spiritually, he takes care of our needs and a lot of our wants.  He is more than I could have ever hoped for in a husband.  Yep, life in the Beam family flows right along just like all the rivers around here.  I am certainly thankful for the ride!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2225766993421268393?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2225766993421268393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2225766993421268393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2225766993421268393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2225766993421268393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-day-in-life.html' title='Just A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1471675252869485117</id><published>2008-07-02T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:20:46.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time???</title><content type='html'>I confess that I am in bondage to baseball and cannot free myself. I am only exaggerating by a teeny bit. David won the Sub-District championship and is moving on to the District. We are looking at another 2 weeks of baseball at least. If his team keeps winning, we may be finished sometime in August. I am very proud of him, he is taking this all in stride, not letting it go to his head or anything. I think he realizes this is an opportunity to be appreciated. We had another ultrasound on Tuesday. The baby is 2 pounds now and very lovely if that fuzzy black and white photo can be trusted. I am so astounded every time I look at my family. I have been blessed beyond anything I could have ever imagined for myself. God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1471675252869485117?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1471675252869485117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1471675252869485117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1471675252869485117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1471675252869485117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/07/free-time.html' title='Free Time???'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2155668607557433081</id><published>2008-06-29T21:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:14:07.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dreads, No Tats, No Doobies, No Rum</title><content type='html'>My husband made it home early Thursday morning with none of the above in tow.  I know, the dreads were stretching it a little bit.  I am very thankful to have him home.  He said the island was beautiful, and he was swamped with work.  I guess that means he was too busy to go looking for Stella.  We are working on getting back to normal.  David won the Sub-District championship with his All-Star team.  Josh is back from camp, all is right with the world.  I am almost 6 months pregnant and I AM NOT READY!  We don't have a name and she will be naked.  Oh well, I'll get ready in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2155668607557433081?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2155668607557433081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2155668607557433081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2155668607557433081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2155668607557433081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-dreads-no-tats-no-doobies-no-rum.html' title='No Dreads, No Tats, No Doobies, No Rum'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3685434936570539477</id><published>2008-06-21T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:38:28.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Matt Got His Groove Back</title><content type='html'>My hot husband is alone on a tropical island. He is surrounded by sand and clear blue water. I'm sure there are plenty of girls in bikinis walking around. Does this sound like the makings for a guy movie paradise along the lines of "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"? Well, believe it or not, he is on a business trip. He left today for the island of Antigua and will not be home until Thursday morning. I am not jealous, I am not bitter, if I repeat this often enough maybe it will be true. I really am not upset, I just miss him. As for the groove thing, he never lost it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3685434936570539477?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3685434936570539477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3685434936570539477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3685434936570539477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3685434936570539477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-matt-got-his-groove-back.html' title='How Matt Got His Groove Back'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-8917171954425148213</id><published>2008-06-11T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:25:32.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name</title><content type='html'>There are two issues going on in the Beam household currently. The most noticeable would be the absence of our jock, David. He left for camp Sunday and won't be home until Friday. For those of you who have 1 or 2 children or your children go to school, I'm sure you are thinking that 1 down with 3 left is no big deal. Well, I am a mother who is used to being with her children 24/7. Way back when I only had one, I couldn't seem to get anything done because I was always holding my baby. Now that there are four I am lonely without 1! I know, lonely in a crowd? Friday can't come soon enough. The other big deal is probably only a big deal to me. I know that Matt isn't loosing sleep over it anyway. We are trying to come up with a name for this baby. We picked beautiful names for all the boys and I want this one to be lovely as well. I get one shot at naming a girl and it had better be perfect! We thought we had at least one of her names picked out but I think we may be willing to scrap it and start over. I am looking for suggestions. We have some criteria. I have to be able to imagine a 90 year old with the name. The meaning has to be relevant (no moon child) I like really old-fashioned and Matt is picky. Oh, alright, I am too. HELP!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-8917171954425148213?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8917171954425148213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=8917171954425148213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8917171954425148213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8917171954425148213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7918543622161132561</id><published>2008-06-06T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:04:47.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going, Gone!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thursday night was the last game of David's rec ball season. It was really a make-up game that we had to finish. I was really kind of dreading it because the weather was so hot. We only had about 40 minutes left to play and were doing very well. David came up to bat and took two swings at nothing pitches. As I watched, he swung easily at an inside fast ball and made contact. The ball soared over the fence and into the adjacent field. I started crying and watched my boy round the bases. He had the biggest grin on his face, I don't even know how he could see where he was going. His team came out of the dugout to congratulate him. The pitcher (who is a friend of his) and the opposing coach came to the plate to congratulate him as well. The umpire even smacked his bottom and told him "Way to go David!" He made the All-Star team for this summer. I guess we'll be playing ball a while longer. I don't mean for this to be a side note or anything, but I have some more bragging to do. My oldest son Josh completed his 9th grade school year a full week early. He could have finished almost a month early but decided to take it easy and work for an hour or two every day. He of course made all A's with little or no effort. I am so proud of him and his performance. He has been looking to the future and is setting some high and also realistic goals for himself. Not only is he thinking about college and his major, he is also considering how to pay for it. Tell me, what 14 year-old boy thinks that far ahead? My cup runneth over and I am truly blessed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7918543622161132561?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918543622161132561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7918543622161132561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7918543622161132561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7918543622161132561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going, Gone!!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1483213839575086476</id><published>2008-06-03T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:02:18.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><content type='html'>My honey and I just had a lovely weekend alone together at the beach. My mother-in-law came down Thursday to stay with the boys, and we left Friday morning. We checked into the hotel early Friday and went out to look at pink baby clothes. I had a hard time choosing because I wanted it all. I told Matt that my goal was for her to never wear the same thing twice. I know, that won't really happen but buying dresses was a lot of fun. We spent the day Saturday out on the beach just reading and soaking up the sun. We went out to a movie that night. I had a great time. We try really hard to take the time every year to spend some time alone to reconnect. We decided early on in our marriage that we didn't want to look at one another when the kids were grown and realize they were all we had in common. It used to be easier to have a twice monthly date night when there were only 1 or 2 children. Now that there are almost 5 it seems a little simpler to condense it all into a weekend once or twice a year. Summer lovin', happened so fast... But oh, those summer nights.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1483213839575086476?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1483213839575086476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1483213839575086476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1483213839575086476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1483213839575086476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2562417123212513563</id><published>2008-05-26T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:13:24.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Today is Memorial Day.  It is a time in our country when we take the time to remember and think about the brave men and women who so valiantly serve our country.  This day is very important to me.  I had a grandfather of legendary caliber.  He served this country during the Korean Conflict and the Vietnam War.  Not only did he serve, he made his career in the US Navy.  I am so proud of him.  He was the father I never had, and made sure I knew how very much I was loved and cherished.  He passed away in 2003.  I know that sounds like he didn't give his life in the service, and therefore not really part of the memorial day ceremonies.  He was on board ships that patrolled the coastline of Vietnam, they even ran up some of the rivers.  He was one of the men sprayed with agent orange.  I am not upset, nor do I blame my country.  Grandaddy knew there were risks going in, the government was trying to reduce the bug population.  All I can say is, Thank You Grandaddy for being a devoted soldier, a brave man and the best Grandaddy in the world.  I Love You and will see you again.  I am so glad you found Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2562417123212513563?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2562417123212513563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2562417123212513563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2562417123212513563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2562417123212513563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2474621202139659148</id><published>2008-05-21T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:08:09.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change Is Gonna Come</title><content type='html'>I am mother to four of the most wonderful, handsome, talented, and charming boys. I am immensely proud of all of them. Yesterday, we received news that will turn our household upside down. We are about to have a daughter. I was really excited to begin with, then the realization hit me. What on earth am I going to do with a girl? Matt and Joey are very happy as they were the only ones with a preference. Seth doesn't care what it is as long as it is green. I think that is his favorite color right now. Having been duped by ultrasound in the past, Matt asked the tech if she was sure or if she just didn't see any boy parts. She assured him she was sure, that she was definitely looking at girl parts. We even have a close-up of said parts that are labeled for our own peace of mind. I have been the queen of this family for a really long time, do I have to give up the crown or just share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2474621202139659148?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2474621202139659148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2474621202139659148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2474621202139659148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2474621202139659148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/change-is-gonna-come.html' title='A Change Is Gonna Come'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5027347531269481872</id><published>2008-05-13T09:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:03:37.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Roll and the Radio</title><content type='html'>Mothers Day turned out to be wonderful! We had a really nice time. We had a picnic at the battery on Saturday, followed by a wonderful meal prepared by the men in my life. On Sunday we went to Miyabi and for a long drive, very relaxing and nice. We also spent the better part of the weekend playing Rockband together. I hate to brag but we ROCK!!! One big surprise came Sunday morning when Matt turned on the radio and we heard his name mentioned. The really big surprise was that he was on for a 30 minute interview about his job! He did a great job and sounded very professional. The comic relief for our weekend was of course in the form of Seth and his mouth. We were awakened Sunday by a large clap of thunder that shook the whole house. Seth had crawled into bed with Matt and I a little earlier, and looked at us when the thunder stopped and said, "Joey did it". I guess he thought someone had to get in trouble for making that much noise, and as he was the only child in the room, he was passing the buck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5027347531269481872?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5027347531269481872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=5027347531269481872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5027347531269481872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5027347531269481872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/rock-and-roll-and-radio.html' title='Rock and Roll and the Radio'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7738190012589801179</id><published>2008-05-09T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:36:07.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>Sunday is Mothers Day. I have been informed by the testosterone squad that we will have an "extravaganza weekend." I used to do this for Matt for birthdays and Fathers Day just so we could have an excuse to go go go the whole weekend with no cooking or dishes for me to do. I know it sounds selfish but I admit I am flawed. Mothers Day is a new thing around the Beam family. We used to spend the weekend catering to our own mothers so that there was no energy or money left for me. Ever since we moved to SC, I have had a holiday all my own. We still do things for our mothers, but the focus of the holiday is now all mine!!! I know, I know, that sounds selfish too, but hey, I already said I had faults. The boys have been asking what I want for a gift, the only thing I could think of is the video game, Rock Band. I immediately achieved the coolest mom on the planet status, but alas, there are selfish motives for this too. I look at it as an activity that they will all want to participate in with me, and it is a game that does not include guns. I am sure you now think that I am the most devious person alive, I prefer to think of myself as an opportunist with love. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. Rock On Mothers of the World!!! Happy Mothers Day To You All!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7738190012589801179?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7738190012589801179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7738190012589801179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7738190012589801179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7738190012589801179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-extravaganza.html' title='Mothers Day Extravaganza'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1992088810465992285</id><published>2008-05-07T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:55:30.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Baseball Hostage</title><content type='html'>I know that I haven't been able to blog like I usually do but there is a lot going on!  Take this week for example,  we had a Dr. appt. and baseball practice on Monday.  We had a game Tuesday (David won), we clean the church on Wednesday, and we have another game on Thursday.  I have been told that we will have a Mothers Day extravaganza weekend beginning Friday.  Whew, I am tired already!  Things are moving right along with the baby and other stuff.  I will be 19 weeks this Friday, (halfway is 20 weeks)  and I can't believe the time has flown by.  I remember thinking at this point in my pregnancy with Josh that he would never come.  Every baby since then I find myself begging time to SLLOOOWWW  DOOOWWWNNNN!  On a lighter note, David's team is in 1st place and is 6-1.  Way to go Owlz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1992088810465992285?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1992088810465992285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1992088810465992285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1992088810465992285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1992088810465992285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-baseball-hostage.html' title='I Am A Baseball Hostage'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2514500898874016962</id><published>2008-04-28T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:43:19.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks For The Help???</title><content type='html'>The time has come for Seth to begin that odyssey that all young children must make. He has officially begun his potty training! Age and the fact that a new and younger sibling is on the way had nothing to do with this breakthrough, the little guy brought it all on himself. I was resting on the couch the other day and he decided that he would change himself instead of disturbing me. He did an amazing job if you leave out that I had to change the sheets on my bed and he needed a bath. The business parts that had previously been messy, were spic and span! It was the cleaning parts that were now soiled. As I gave him a bath, I told him that I was proud of him but that any little boy who could change his own diaper was a little boy who was ready for underwear. So far, we are doing ok!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2514500898874016962?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2514500898874016962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2514500898874016962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2514500898874016962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2514500898874016962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-for-help.html' title='Thanks For The Help???'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-432665297837873119</id><published>2008-04-28T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:35:53.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash On The Barrel</title><content type='html'>You would have to be born in at least the 70's or a big fan of "The Little House on the Prairie" to know what the title of this post means. For those of you who are neither, here goes... Laura refused to accept credit at the local store for some badly needed school supplies. The owner told her it would be alright, her pa could pay him later. She politely declined and said that they could not accept anything they could not afford to pay for on the spot. We had a little lesson in this concept in the Beam family lately. The boys found a restaurant they all wanted to try. The entree they were interested in would cost about $17 each. For a family of 6, that can get quite expensive. We spend $30 for a quick trip to McDonalds! Matt told the boys that we were willing to take them on one condition, they had to save the money in the family budget for the trip. This meant that we would not go out to eat for at least 2 weeks while we saved the cash it would take to eat there. The boys asked if we could go and then save, but we stuck to it. They did such a good job! They offered to help me in the kitchen, they didn't ask to go early or anything. To top it off, we stopped at a local grocery where steaks were on sale and told the boys that we would have steak that night. Josh immediately asked us to remember "the deal" and said he would make something at home if we would just get back in the car! In a "buy now pay later" society I think we are affecting a change in at least 4 men of tomorrow. On a side note, we went to the longed-for restaurant and the boys ate their fill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-432665297837873119?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/432665297837873119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=432665297837873119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/432665297837873119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/432665297837873119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/cash-on-barrel.html' title='Cash On The Barrel'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-201939508809432527</id><published>2008-04-16T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:39:45.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds Coke</title><content type='html'>I think the government should start checking the fountain cokes at McDonalds for crack. I really think there is something addictive about them. I can't stop drinking the things. A favorite daydream of mine lately involves me lying under a running fountain machine with my mouth open. I craved a fountain Sun-drop when I was pregnant with Seth. The boys and I would go get a 32oz. every day. I have a hard time getting Sun-drop down here, not to even mention the fountain kind. I am pleased to report that tonight will be night 8 with no nausea!!! I was beginning to think that I needed to just be put out of all of our misery. I still don't have much of an appetite, but keep the coca cola coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-201939508809432527?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/201939508809432527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=201939508809432527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/201939508809432527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/201939508809432527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/mcdonalds-coke.html' title='McDonalds Coke'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4484811065580522973</id><published>2008-04-13T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:30:46.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtub Battle Smackdown</title><content type='html'>Sunday night at the Beam home is something of a mini vacation. The big boys and Daddy are at youth group, and dinner is a free for all. What this means is that whatever you see that appeals to you, you can have it for dinner. Which, in the case of David, means cake if it is present. We also get a break from the ritual of nightly baths(unless there has been a mud war). Joey and Seth usually ask for a play bath anyway. That means that they want to soak and play in a tub full of warm water, the longer the better. You know that toys are involved, I mean hey, what fun are bubbles if there isn't anyone to swim in them? Tonight was a Star Wars epic battle. The clone troopers went in along with some transformers and I think a dinosaur got in there too. I stepped out of the room for a few minutes and ran back when I heard what sounded like the death knell going off. Joey just looked at me and said calmly, "War is loud Mom." I did ask what all the noise was about. Ask a silly question and all that. Everyone made it out safely and there were no battle wounds to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4484811065580522973?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4484811065580522973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4484811065580522973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4484811065580522973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4484811065580522973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/bathtub-battle-smackdown.html' title='Bathtub Battle Smackdown'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7857382154066763743</id><published>2008-04-08T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:21:16.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Day</title><content type='html'>I have been craving a certain type of candy. I can't find it in the store, so Matt told me to look it up on the internet. I found what I was looking for but had to purchase it in bulk. My wonderful, miserly husband told me to get the minimum amount and he would be okay with that. Today the UPS man brought 144 lollipops to our house! I think that from the eyes of a 2 year-old it seemed like Christmas. He actually told my mom on the phone a little later that it was his "birfday". I think that I would really like to look at life with the same kind of joy Seth sees. Just imagine, he was having a pretty good day already, I had provided beef jerky (which he calls meat jerky) there were cookies in the cookie jar, the milk was flowing, and he had just had an awesomely long nap. The doorbell rings, and there on his doorstep was a carton of candy. I think I need to be thankful for the blessings of everyday life that I sometimes take for granted. I woke up today, safe in the knowledge that I belong to Him. I have an amazing husband and am blessed with these 4 terrific boys. I have another baby on the way to add to the happy mix. I have friends and family who love me even thought they know I'm a nut. To top it all off, I have 144 lollipops!!!!! Life is great!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7857382154066763743?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7857382154066763743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7857382154066763743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7857382154066763743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7857382154066763743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-sweet-day.html' title='Sweet Sweet Day'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2167551762251936160</id><published>2008-04-04T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:47:46.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHH  It Is Our Little Secret</title><content type='html'>Matt took Josh to the movies tonight.  David went with Bill and Susan Brown.  Matt tried to be gracious and let me go out with Josh, but I opted to stay at home.  The guys think that poor old Mom is at home sacrificing for them, I may even get a Starbucks out of it.  The secret to the whole thing is this...  When all of the big boys are gone, the little boys snuggle with me the entire time.  I just put them to bed to end our love fest.  Matt plays hard and rough with them when I'm gone and he thinks that is what happens for me.  I am Mom, therefore, too soft and cuddly to wrestle.  I think it is great that the guys go out for a good time, I am really glad that I get to stay in for mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2167551762251936160?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2167551762251936160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2167551762251936160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2167551762251936160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2167551762251936160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/shh-it-is-our-little-secret.html' title='SHH  It Is Our Little Secret'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-682472182091702390</id><published>2008-03-31T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:24:23.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Terrific Years</title><content type='html'>On Saturday the 29th of March, we celebrated a momentous event. Matthew David Beam turned twelve years old. I realize that in a family of almost five children that may seem like no biggie, but it is. You see, David is special. Some of the people here in Charleston have only met him in the midst of his pre-teen angst period but you others know what I'm talking about. Out of all the babies I have had, when I close my eyes he is the one I can still feel in my arms. I don't mean that I love or even like him more than the others, he is just David, that is the only way to explain it. I took him to a nursing home visit when he was 11 days old. We walked into the room of a 96 year-old blind woman. She immediately reached out and asked to hold the baby in the room. I gave him to her and she knew he was a boy and asked his name. I told her and she announced to all that he would grow to preach the word of God but she would not be around to hear it. Every time a visiting pastor came to our church, they would point to him and ask who he was. They all announced that he had a special anointing over him. We used to do a hot dog give-away in an underprivileged area. David chose to go from home to home praying for the shut-ins instead of playing with the other kids. I guess I can sum all this up by telling my Lord how very thankful I am for the gift of David in my life. I love all of my children, I'm just taking the time to honor David on the anniversary of his birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-682472182091702390?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/682472182091702390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=682472182091702390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/682472182091702390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/682472182091702390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/twelve-terrific-years.html' title='Twelve Terrific Years'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7282476011421453696</id><published>2008-03-26T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:19:42.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Achy Breaky Heart</title><content type='html'>Oh, I know, everything has a song reference. Deal with it! I am pondering a very important question this evening. How much heartburn does it take before your heart and or stomach actually disintegrate? To be quite frank with you, lately milk has been on the spicy side. I craved some cheetos the other day and on a whim picked up the flamin' hot ones. It turned out to be a 4 tums moment. To make matters worse, I am eating things that I can't stand. The Cheetos were bad enough, I think that is the first time that I ever ate one voluntarily without a game of truth or dare involved. I can't stand eggs. I mean, I avoid them like the plague. Matt walked in on me the other day while I was eating a hard-boiled egg. He looked startled and asked me if I was alright. I think he thought my head would start spinning while I threw up pea soup. For the non-horror movie fans out there, that was a reference to "The Exorcist". This baby has already got me jumping through some pretty bizarre hoops. A word of advice for the recession minded, but stock in tums, I think it is going up, up, up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7282476011421453696?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7282476011421453696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7282476011421453696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7282476011421453696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7282476011421453696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/achy-breaky-heart.html' title='Achy Breaky Heart'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4532808867936490501</id><published>2008-03-24T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T21:29:29.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out To The Ballgame</title><content type='html'>Yes, sports fans, it is that time of year again!  March madness is upon us and the baseball diamond is heating up.  I know about the basketball thing because I hear Dick Vitale in my sleep.  I think I heard Seth say "daddy" when he heard him on the tv.  I have first-hand knowledge of the diamond heat because I am washing "cups" and baseball pants daily.  Those of you who read my blog know that my anniversary was last week.  What you don't know is that the first night I spent as a blushing bride was at a hotel as close to Chapel Hill as the basketball schedule would allow.  I have been told since my nuptuals that I should be so proud of Matt for the date he LET me set, because it fell on the ACC tournament weekend.  Does this make me feel a little less valued?  On the contrary, I have seen the games the man has given up for me.  I can assure you too, that there was no basketball on the tube that night.  I do have my charms you know.  Think about it, the man gave up a Dean Smith game just for me.  Gotta love my sports fan!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4532808867936490501?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4532808867936490501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4532808867936490501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4532808867936490501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4532808867936490501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take Me Out To The Ballgame'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6623954321525511034</id><published>2008-03-19T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:30:25.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Tormado Batman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA8qWg_rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VxctzWbvcz8/s1600-h/Tormado+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA8qWg_rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VxctzWbvcz8/s320/Tormado+08+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179633194846191282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA9KWg_sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1BEoaMbn7xo/s1600-h/Tormado+08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA9KWg_sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1BEoaMbn7xo/s320/Tormado+08+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179633203436125890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA9aWg_tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-wCHFzuarc/s1600-h/Tormado+08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA9aWg_tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/y-wCHFzuarc/s320/Tormado+08+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179633207731093202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the immortal words of my six-year-old son, we had a "tormado" incident Saturday night. We were watching the skies and the news when we heard the warning. We were told to prepare for a tornado by getting into a safe room or space. We did all the responsible mom and dad stuff, we cleaned out a downstairs closet, we packed a bag with medications and wallets, we made sure the kids all had shoes on. We were feeling pretty ready for the impending disaster when the weather man suggested putting helmets on the kids. We did just that, being the fine upstanding folks we are. We got in the closet and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. We finally came out when the air ran out and we all agreed that breathing was better than safety. Matt had the idea to take pictures of us in our "gear". Yes, we ALL had helmets on. Being the mom means never having to post an unflattering photo. Side note, we had some rain but not even a heavy wind. I am pretty sure that I heard someone break wind in the closet though. I'm pretty sure that that would not count with the national weather service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6623954321525511034?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6623954321525511034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6623954321525511034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6623954321525511034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6623954321525511034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-tormado-batman.html' title='Holy Tormado Batman!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R-HA8qWg_rI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VxctzWbvcz8/s72-c/Tormado+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1894939693105248386</id><published>2008-03-17T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:23:11.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are A Sappy Love Song</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the hair bands of the 80's and their awesome ballads?  I can't get some of them out of my head tonight.  There is a reason for this, and no, I'm not quite over the edge.  You see, tomorrow is Matt and my wedding anniversary.  "Love bites, love bleeds, it's all I need."  See how well that fits?  Through the years things have not always been easy, but there was always the need for one another.  "More than words, are all I need to tell you how I feel"  I could go on and on, I have a million of them.  All those years ago, all I knew for certain was that I would still be with the man I love.  We have had different homes, lots more children, a new town, new friends, new churches, and this is still the constant I rely on.  The best thing we ever did was invite God to our wedding and into our marriage and He has been better than superglue!!!  Thank you my Father for the Life and the man.  I owe you everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1894939693105248386?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1894939693105248386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1894939693105248386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1894939693105248386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1894939693105248386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-are-sappy-love-song.html' title='We Are A Sappy Love Song'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2006696100640432126</id><published>2008-03-12T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:42:17.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Mouth</title><content type='html'>Josiah has hit the "is this a bad word?" stage. Oh, how I love this one(not). At all times of the day, he will come to me with those killer green eyes of his, as wide and innocent as he can get them, and present me with some nugget. I know these words or phrases come straight from the mouths of his brothers or the tv, but still. The words aren't really bad in themselves, just not something I want my 6 year-old to say. He wants so badly to be like the big guys, that the only way he thinks he can do that is to imitate them. I suppose instead of complaining, I should be thankful that the older boys are polite and don't say anything ugly. This too will pass and then I'll miss it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2006696100640432126?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2006696100640432126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2006696100640432126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2006696100640432126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2006696100640432126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/potty-mouth.html' title='Potty Mouth'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3201063006766188330</id><published>2008-03-10T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:49:46.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudafed Stash</title><content type='html'>Did you know that Sudafed cold medicine is an ingredient in Meth? Did you also know that it is one of the only cold medicines you can take when you are pregnant? I have a cold, a killer, got a fever, measure me for the casket kind of cold. I went to Wal-mart today to try and help myself out. I picked up the little tag, took it to the register, presented my id, signed away my first-born (sorry Josh), and got a funny look from the cashier. I realize that I look haggard. I know that I look tired. I'm sure that to the uninitiated, a sick, tired, and make-up free stay-at-home-home-school-mom may look a lot like a meth head. I realize that these regulations are in place to stop all the would-be drug makers, but lets face it: They are still making and selling it at an alarming rate. I only wanted a few tablets so I could actually close my mouth to breathe. In my humble opinion, the only people affected are the hurried, harried sick people out there who either don't have the time to stand in line or are already too sick to stand in line or who can't sign away their children. Either way, the system is flawed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3201063006766188330?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3201063006766188330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3201063006766188330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3201063006766188330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3201063006766188330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/sudafed-stash.html' title='Sudafed Stash'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3329321060118298894</id><published>2008-03-06T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:40:46.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cool Is Old School</title><content type='html'>Matt and I are closet singers. Yes indeed, when we are in the car or in the house, we can rock it out with the best of them. I don't want to brag, but we do have a groove thang goin' on. This has always been a source of contention with our offspring. I should have known that we would have trouble when Josh preferred rocked-out lullabies to real rock music. They usually roll their eyes and ignore us or turn the movies up in the car. I have found myself gaining new respect lately in the wake of guitar hero. My sons will start singing some of the hard stuff that Matt and I love and say "I bet you don't know this song." Well, not only do we know it, we can sing it and tell you what album it was on, half the time I can tell them about seeing them in concert. How great is it when the generation of tomorrow discovers something new? What did we ever do without the Police or Pat Benatar? I for one am thank full to the young ones for introducing us to good music. Puhleeeze!!! Maybe one day I'll find the photos of myself when my sole goal in life was to be a groupie for Poison. I wonder if the big hair, concert t's, and ripped up jeans would scar them for life? Oh well, it would be fun. Come on and hit me with your best shot.... Fire away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3329321060118298894?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3329321060118298894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3329321060118298894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3329321060118298894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3329321060118298894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-cool-is-old-school.html' title='How Cool Is Old School'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-8823535320700118109</id><published>2008-03-03T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:36:16.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey Time</title><content type='html'>I spent this past weekend in the company of the man I love so much. Matt and I went to Gatlinburg for an early anniversary trip. We met friends of ours there and had a wonderful time. We used to go on lots of trips with our friends Andy and Heather Gardner, but through the years we have accumulated 8 kids between us. I guess that makes the logistics pretty overwhelming when you think of a couples weekend. Nevertheless, grandparents came to the rescue and we pulled it off. Matt and I don't have an absence makes the heart grow fonder kind of marriage. The more time we spend together, the more we both want. I pray that we will both always feel that way. The boys have come through with no lasting damage from being left, I'm sure the guilt trip will be over any day now. I suppose that if it is hard to find a babysitter for 4 then it will be next to impossible when there are 5! Oh well, we are glad to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-8823535320700118109?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8823535320700118109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=8823535320700118109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8823535320700118109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/8823535320700118109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/03/honey-time.html' title='Honey Time'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3469706155092831022</id><published>2008-02-26T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:12:06.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One New Beam</title><content type='html'>I went to the Dr. today for that early ultrasound they so love to do. My family was taking bets on the number in there. I am happy and relieved to tell you that there is only 1 new Beam in the works. I did call home and told Josh that it was triplets, he began packing immediately. The baby looks good so far and its tiny heart was beating away. I have been finding myself barraged lately with the inevitable question people ask if you have more than two children. "Are you done yet? Are you going to get Fixed?" Matt and I have discussed this, if you are close to us at all you know the answer already. If, however you don't already know, don't ask!!!! This is rude to say the least. We are not dogs, cats, or even gerbils. Our reproductive lives are in the hands of the Lord, not our local vet. Maybe I could turn the interest around in my favor though. Do you think the Animal Planet would pay big bucks to air the live spaying and neutering of the male and female human? I wonder who to call??? Maybe we could be on right after that show about the pregnant meerkats!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3469706155092831022?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3469706155092831022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3469706155092831022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3469706155092831022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3469706155092831022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-new-beam.html' title='One New Beam'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-9138998402186914747</id><published>2008-02-25T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:38:25.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepto Moments</title><content type='html'>I am wondering something, why does early pregnancy start with debilitating nausea? I would like nothing better than to hug the great white porcelain throne all day long. I am sick morning noon and night. I suppose it is a good sign that the pregnancy is going alright, but really? I never really had this with the other 4 boys. I wonder why it is happening now. I would dearly love to drink a gallon of pepto, but apparently, that isn't allowed when you are pregnant. The boys are at the end of their patience with it all and I must say I am not far behind. I am glad that babies are so cute, maybe that will make it worth it in the end. Maybe I'll go look for a bucket to strap on so that I can get on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-9138998402186914747?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9138998402186914747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=9138998402186914747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/9138998402186914747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/9138998402186914747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/pepto-moments.html' title='Pepto Moments'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2049690453865172</id><published>2008-02-22T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:55:59.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Go-To Guy</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned my son David to you lately?  Let me begin by telling you about the nickname he has had since he was a tiny boy.  David got the name "smiley"  from a friend of ours because he smiled constantly.  If he was happy, sad, scared whatever, he smiled.  That has pretty much been his personality since birth.  He is the skinniest of boys, but surprisingly, he was our largest baby.  Imagine, a chubby, curly-haired, dark-eyed little baby smiling at you no matter what.  I was convinced that life could not get any better.  Then David grew up.  Now I know that it does.  He has turned into the most helpful, thoughtful, and considerate guy.  I am so proud of him.  He would like for me to say that he is my favorite.  He is without a doubt in my top 4.  I am completely honest and tell the boys that I do have favorites.  The favorite just changes hourly some days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2049690453865172?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2049690453865172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2049690453865172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2049690453865172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2049690453865172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-go-to-guy.html' title='My Go-To Guy'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2685702916845803889</id><published>2008-02-20T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:00:34.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Baby Makes 7!</title><content type='html'>The Beam family is expanding.  We are expecting a baby in October.  We have officially told all the boys and the responses were mixed and expected.  Josh pointed out that he will be 30(gasp) when this baby is 15 and be the weird older brother who doesn't get their jokes.  David said that he would like another brother as he would only like to have an older sister(sorry about that one bud!).  Joey said Yeah! and said that he would have someone to beat at Halo.  Seth will probably get the idea of what's going on when we don't send it home.  This was unexpected to say the least, but not unwanted.  We are already having some complications and would covet your prayers.  I must say that Matt dealt with the news much better this time.  He usually goes to bed and pulls the covers over his head.  This time, not only did he stay upright, he also expressed delight.  Thank you for that Matt, it means a lot.  To all of you rooting for a girl... I am only asking for healthy.  I know only that it will be a boy or a girl and a Beam.  Can you believe that there will be 7 of us???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2685702916845803889?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2685702916845803889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2685702916845803889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2685702916845803889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2685702916845803889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-baby-makes-7.html' title='And Baby Makes 7!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1551685339416864241</id><published>2008-02-14T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:37:27.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forgotten Firstborn</title><content type='html'>When I began this blog, my oldest son Josh asked me not to write anything embarrassing about him.  I think that I have been overzealous in this pursuit.  I realized today that not only do I not write about the embarrassing stuff, but I rarely mention him.  Let me assure you that it is only an oversight.  I am extremely proud of my firstborn son.  He is a handsome, tall, strong, and brilliant young man.  He is our comic relief, our artist-in-residence, and my right-hand man when Matt isn't around.  I know that he will be mortified to read this, but maybe it is a good thing to hear how much your mom loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1551685339416864241?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1551685339416864241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1551685339416864241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1551685339416864241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1551685339416864241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/forgotten-firstborn.html' title='The Forgotten Firstborn'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4649838551228589972</id><published>2008-02-14T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:41:11.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spoils of War</title><content type='html'>I told you the other day about the guys going off to war to play airsoft.  Well, David brought something back.  He charged up a hill and took a direct hit in the face.  Matt told him there was a fine line between bravery and stupidity and he had crossed over.  I took one look and all I could see was a divet in my childs handsome face.  I called this the "spoils of war" because that is how David views it.  I see the potential scar and all he can say is cool!  Ladies please, if we have a blemish do we not try and cover it?  I am trying to slather the kid in neosporin and vitamin e so the scar will be minimal and all he wishes is that the pellet had lodged in there so he could squish it around.  I am totally bewildered.  The guys really did have a great time though, they played from 9 til 8.  I think they have finally gotten over the sore muscles and fatigue.  I wonder if they would go on a marathon shopping trip if I let them go armed and called it a battle?  Mothers of sons unite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4649838551228589972?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4649838551228589972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4649838551228589972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4649838551228589972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4649838551228589972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/spoils-of-war.html' title='The Spoils of War'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4506132357817993118</id><published>2008-02-12T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:25:28.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Not A Butt</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the choicest bits of wisdom come in the smallest packages.  Just the other day, for instance, I was changing Seth's diaper and he laid this bit of truth on me.  Let me begin at the beginning.  I was changing him and he was singing "Row row row your boat".  It was so cute, he sang the merrily part as "Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary" and then the song stopped.  I thought that I would be helpful and finished the line for him.  "Life is but a dream".  He looked at me with his little brows furrowed and said "Mom, life is not a butt."  Well, I have to admit, he had me there.  I really didn't know how to pull out of that one with grace, so I swallowed the laughter and said yep, you're right.  He really is, life is a gift, not a butt.  We (me) moan over circumstances when in reality, it is what it is.  A dress rehearsal for the real thing in Heaven.  I think that Seth is witty and wise and really cute.  I just hope he doesn't get too deep for me, I don't dig all that fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4506132357817993118?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4506132357817993118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4506132357817993118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4506132357817993118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4506132357817993118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-not-butt.html' title='Life Is Not A Butt'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6870730012861803445</id><published>2008-02-08T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:29:14.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to War</title><content type='html'>Matt and the two oldest boys left a few hours ago to play a game called airsoft.  It is basically a war simulation using automatic weapons that shoot small plastic pellets.  They claim to have a ball doing it but I have seen the welts it leaves.  As they were leaving, Josh and David kept telling the little ones that they were off to war.  I think they just really wanted to rub it in that they were getting a priveledge the other two couldn't have.  I myself am house-bound for the duration.  The three of us here don't fit in Matt's truck.  Some people may find this to be a drag.  I myself am thinking that it is an opportunity to stay in my pj's all day tomorrow.  I am also looking forward to alone time with my two "babies".  It isn't that often that they are allowed to act their age.  With the peer pressure of their older brothers, they tend to act a little older than they are.  For two days I get to revel in the antics of six year-old and two year-old little boys.  We get to be silly and go to bed early, and laugh at nonsense just because we can.  War, what is it good for? Sometimes, in the right situations, it can be good for the soul.  Thankyou God, for giving me this time with my sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6870730012861803445?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6870730012861803445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6870730012861803445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6870730012861803445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6870730012861803445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/off-to-war.html' title='Off to War'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7651953459028293786</id><published>2008-02-06T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:07:42.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' In A Man's World</title><content type='html'>As a naive girl of 16, what I wouldn't have given to be surrounded by 5 handsome men vying for my attention.  As a grown woman who takes care of all those guys, I need some estrogen!  I love my guys, but there is only so much excitement I can show over the amount of blood spilled on a video game.  I can only admire so many huge poops.  I can only stand so much talk of boogers and brains.  I think to counteract all this mess, I need a room.  Something so girlie that the men in my life would be afraid to enter.  I know, a bathroom.  With a pink toilet that doesn't even let the seat lift up, a huge pink and lavender polka dotted tub full of pink bubbles.  No, pink is not my favorite color, think of it as more of a pest repellant.  Maybe the next time the boys start thinking about a war party I can push them into a scrapbooking session. I wonder if waxing our legs would be gross enough for them to pass as a mother-son bonding time?  I will end with the soundtrack of my life playing loudly in the background... "Did I shave my legs for this?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7651953459028293786?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7651953459028293786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7651953459028293786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7651953459028293786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7651953459028293786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/livin-in-mans-world.html' title='Livin&apos; In A Man&apos;s World'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-28995560913713121</id><published>2008-02-04T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:56:58.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Longlegs</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard that the daddy longlegs spider has deadly venom, but that his mouth is so small that he can't hurt people?  I grew up hearing that tale.  I don't know if it is really true or not, but for the sake of arguement let's assume it is.  I think that Matt is like a daddy longlegs.  No, he isn't poisonous.  He looks harmless enough on the outside, but on the inside, when it really matters, he means business.  He is the best husband and father that I could have ever hoped to be blessed with.  He is quiet and humble on the surface, but is strong and protecting to everyone he loves.  He is a hard and tireless worker, who strives not only to provide, but to please and pamper us as well.  He is uproariously funny, when you take the time to listen.  He is fun to be around, he plays as hard as any of his sons.  He is so strong that he carries this family on faith alone.  I dearly love this man.  I am amazed that God gave him to me forever!  I am so glad that we live by grace and not by merit, because I definitely did not merit him.  Thank you, God for the man You allow me to call husband and my children to call "Daddy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-28995560913713121?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/28995560913713121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=28995560913713121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/28995560913713121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/28995560913713121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/02/daddy-longlegs.html' title='Daddy Longlegs'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-889487373167909386</id><published>2008-01-31T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:00:40.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things To All People</title><content type='html'>What is fair?  There really is nothing in life that is fair.  We were never told that it would be.  So why on earth do we all go looking for this myth?  My children were all born with "fair" tattooed on their brains.  I have never set out to disillusion them, and still they demand for everything to be fair.  Matt and I have spent the better part of 14 years telling them that their reward comes later.  They were never promised that life would be fair or easy, only that they would receive eternal life through Christ Jesus.  We are even told that we are not of this world, that we are aliens.  That should tell us that the pie will not always be cut into equal pieces.  I love my four sons.  I do not enjoy the feeling of being torn into parts to satisfy the mob.  I love them all the same, priorities have to shift according to need and convenience.  I do not have a vendetta against any of them at any time, only a desire to help.  I think that I am going to purpose to be a loving and obedient daughter to my King and pray that the "fair" mother stuff gets sorted out in the wash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-889487373167909386?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/889487373167909386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=889487373167909386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/889487373167909386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/889487373167909386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-things-to-all-people.html' title='All Things To All People'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6510284528475509335</id><published>2008-01-28T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:45:32.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about how many times a day we use the word love? I love chocolate, I love these shoes, I love that movie... I have been thinking about the real meaning of the word. Websters defines love as " a deep and tender feeling of affection and attachment to a person or persons." Try as I might, I don't see anything in there about Hersheys or even Keds. We use that word so carelessly, I look into the eyes of my children and see it there. I can feel the love they have for me, from the teenager on down the ranks to the baby. I know what I feel when I think about them and my husband,and shoes don't hold a candle. Now for the part that really blows me away. "For God so LOVED me He gave his only son..." God loves me, He has a deep and tender feeling of affection and attachment for ME!!!!! How cool is that? I am amazed that He can love me even more than I love my boys or they love me. I think Websters should have a new category for that kind of love.  True love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6510284528475509335?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6510284528475509335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6510284528475509335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6510284528475509335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6510284528475509335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2744905804747258609</id><published>2008-01-25T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:06:45.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Phlegm Can A 23lb Body Hold???</title><content type='html'>The Beam Family has a cold. Well, not the whole family, just the three smallest ones. Joey started "it" while we were on the youth retreat, so my mom got the brunt of that one. Seth was getting "it" when we got back. David has had "it" since Thursday morning. Josh and I have been desperately trying to get "it" but so far no luck(we both want time off). I think that Seth has probably had the worst time. Last night was the first time all week that he slept through (I have been awakened every 10 minutes to hear that he loves me, has a giant cough, and is not feeling well. I also get him coughing directly in my mouth. Ain't parenthood grand!) I think that there has got to be some untapped use for all that phlegm. I mean really, we use manure for fertilizer, surely there is something we can do with it instead of wrapping it up in lotion coated kleenex!!!!!! I hate to be vulgar or gross(not really I just try to look good) Lets get together out there scientists of the world. I'm sure that in a time of warfare, snot bombs would be just as effective as an explosive one. Who could take themselves seriously if they were covered in goo? World peace is just one cold and flu season away. Maybe I should think about a patent.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2744905804747258609?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2744905804747258609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2744905804747258609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2744905804747258609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2744905804747258609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-much-phlegm-can-23lb-body-hold.html' title='How Much Phlegm Can A 23lb Body Hold???'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-1265014119280793570</id><published>2008-01-23T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:10:48.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Replaced</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I offered to go on the youth trip. I know, I know, it was wonderful of my mom to come all the way to Charleston to keep the little boys so we could go. I think I now know what the injured quarterback feels like watching the second string guy throw completed pass after completed pass. Mom did such a wonderful job with Joey and Seth that they have asked everyday since she left if she could live with us. Seth tells me 20 times a day that he misses Nannie and asks where she is. Seriously, I am so blessed to have a mom who drops everything in her life to try and help us out or to make things easier for us. She is great with the kids and is just a great mom and grandmother. To really tell you how great she is, she did all of my laundry!!!! For those of you that know my mom, that just ain't her. I am really trying to look into everyday life at all the ordinary stuff and see all the extraordinary blessings that God bestows on me all the time. Thank you Lord that you have blessed all of us with a wonderful Nannie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-1265014119280793570?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1265014119280793570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=1265014119280793570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1265014119280793570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/1265014119280793570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-been-replaced.html' title='I Have Been Replaced'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-2279312385566716048</id><published>2008-01-14T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:19:24.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Professional 2 Year Old</title><content type='html'>Philip Seth Beam has found his calling.  That's right folks, he has taken the art of the two-year-old to new and daring heights.  Not only does he have a tantrum when he doesn't get his way, he also has one when he does.  His favorite time of day is early in the morning when he spends time over breakfast with Matt.  Today he asked for a pop-tart.  Matt jumped to do his bidding and brought it right out.  When the requested tart was presented to him, he put himself in the corner to pout.  He screams when you do, he screams when you don't.  Go figure.  The blessing I got from this was that at least this tantrum was quiet since his brothers were still asleep.  I wonder what he'll do when he turns three since he is so good at two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-2279312385566716048?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2279312385566716048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=2279312385566716048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2279312385566716048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/2279312385566716048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/professional-2-year-old.html' title='A Professional 2 Year Old'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-5002915399300298570</id><published>2008-01-10T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:59:00.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>You get a real glimpse of the word you live in sometimes through the eyes of your children. Tonight I had the rare honor of explaining a "meth lab" to my sons. We were driving home from the library and happened upon a drug raid. Needless to say, the flashing police lights caught the attention of the younger two, but the handcuffed culprit writhing on the ground is what the older boys noticed. No matter how safe and protected you try to make their world, the "real world" seeps in. I don't want to keep them in a bubble, I just want to let reality in as they are old enough to handle it. I looked at this as a teachable moment and we all (yes, even Seth) discussed the horrors of drug abuse. I let them know that you can allow yourself to be enslaved by lots of things, drugs, the internet, tv.... I am so glad that I am the one to talk this through with them. I guess you should look for blessings in every part of life. One of mine came today in the form of a drug bust. God is so good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-5002915399300298570?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5002915399300298570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=5002915399300298570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5002915399300298570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/5002915399300298570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-4299233144541366185</id><published>2008-01-07T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:29:17.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God Almighty Paid At Last</title><content type='html'>I mean that as a prayer, not in vain.  As most of you know, Matt has not been paid by his company since the first week in October.  We like to say he has gone on to volunteer.  Well, on Friday he received (and immediately deposited) his first check in 3 months.  I would love to say that I have been an amazing and supporting wife through this ordeal but that would be a lie.  My dear husband has prayed over this and felt that staying with the company was what the Lord wanted from him.  He stayed the course and was faithful.   I am so proud of him and his faith.  For those of you that know Matt, he loves a black bottom line!!!!!  This was no easy thing for a man that loves to save, to trust when there is no money coming in and 6 people to take care of (1 of whom literally grows an inch a week).  God has been so gracious and loving and generous.  All of our bills were paid, nothing was late.  No one went without, even for Christmas.  The boys all got what they wanted.  Our family pulled together and trusted in the Lord and He rode us right through the roughest storm yet.  Even the boys were great.  The oldest knew what was going on and they told us privately to make sure the little ones had a nice Christmas and worry about them later.  My Lord Jesus didn't just give me life, He iced the cake with a family that awes me and humbles me to the core.  Like I said before, Praise My God Almighty, for He is Worthy to be Praised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-4299233144541366185?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4299233144541366185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=4299233144541366185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4299233144541366185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/4299233144541366185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-god-almighty-paid-at-last.html' title='Thank God Almighty Paid At Last'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-7832243366205282818</id><published>2008-01-01T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:30:25.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the New Year!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R3rz_LlQyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lmmoktuMVIc/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R3rz_LlQyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lmmoktuMVIc/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150697390617971442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it is 2008 already? I find myself writing 1998 sometimes, so I know I'm in for it. 2007 has been a year of the trial and miracle. Our family has gone through one of our most trying tests of faith financially. It isn't over yet, but I am so glad to say that God has carried us through beautifully. He is forever amazing me with the depth of love He shows us. The boys had a great Christmas and Matt and I loved watching them. We got to go home to NC and see family and friends which was nice. I have some photos to put on my blog, Matt just has to get them in the right file and then I will share. Until then, enjoy this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-7832243366205282818?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7832243366205282818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=7832243366205282818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7832243366205282818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/7832243366205282818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-new-year.html' title='Happy Birthday to the New Year!!!!'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mWPADi6qVBs/R3rz_LlQyvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lmmoktuMVIc/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-3920735263663422314</id><published>2007-12-17T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:26:37.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying this out for myself</title><content type='html'>Today I thought that I would try to do this on my own.  Heather left on Sunday and I think that she thought I would never do it again.  One week till Christmas, or as my family likes to say, " Merry Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve Eve!"  We love a build up, can't you tell?  We will be back in North Carolina on the Thursday after Christmas.  I can't wait to see friends and family.  HO HO HO HO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-3920735263663422314?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3920735263663422314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=3920735263663422314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3920735263663422314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/3920735263663422314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/trying-this-out-for-myself.html' title='Trying this out for myself'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1862994232563810991.post-6603354720157572074</id><published>2007-12-16T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:16:06.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know us</title><content type='html'>My best friend Heather made me do this.  No, really, She told me that it would be fun to start a blog.  So here I am.  This will be about my family.  Boring to some , I'm sure but oh boy if you lived here!   We live here in Goose Creek which is really a suburb of Charleston.  Matt and I have four sons.  Josh,14 David, 11, Joey,6, and Seth,2.  We have been married for 12 years  and it still feels like new.  Maybe you can get to know us through this and see that all homeschoolers are not freaks.  Talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1862994232563810991-6603354720157572074?l=beambunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6603354720157572074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1862994232563810991&amp;postID=6603354720157572074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6603354720157572074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1862994232563810991/posts/default/6603354720157572074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beambunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-to-know-us.html' title='Getting to know us'/><author><name>Kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12110338749828980457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
