<?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-5642186495812579082</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:40:23.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The McNellis Minute</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8486189302199002986</id><published>2009-08-16T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:29:07.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We went downtown last weekend and took some family pictures. There's more where these came from, but you just get the highlights. Best part about these pictures is that we had a friend take them, so they are really cheap (free). Much thanks to Robin McAlister who is doing some experimenting with photography in her down time between getting her Master's at Duke and finding a job. Old adage of "it's not what you know, it's who you know" has never been more true. Thanks Rob. Here are the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohnl79VYRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mZKtNC7Krok/s1600-h/20090802_2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohnl79VYRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mZKtNC7Krok/s320/20090802_2681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnlSqcjII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nSY3piVIvKM/s1600-h/20090802_2649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnlSqcjII/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nSY3piVIvKM/s320/20090802_2649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnmLhaCiI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jAugNYqGn6g/s1600-h/20090802_2714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnmLhaCiI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jAugNYqGn6g/s320/20090802_2714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnmxrIHbI/AAAAAAAAAso/kTl_rUY3lM8/s1600-h/20090802_2736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SohnmxrIHbI/AAAAAAAAAso/kTl_rUY3lM8/s320/20090802_2736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn5qdvzAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nEJgrWE1Z5g/s1600-h/20090802_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn5qdvzAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nEJgrWE1Z5g/s320/20090802_2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn50k0JuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aNBq_-AVKSI/s1600-h/20090802_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn50k0JuI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aNBq_-AVKSI/s320/20090802_3188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn6eObqtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2Oxb4NdKMG0/s1600-h/20090802_3204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohn6eObqtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2Oxb4NdKMG0/s320/20090802_3204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I also turned 32 yesterday. Happy birthday to me. Growing up, it was hard to understand how birthdays weren't as big a deal when you were older. I get it now. Another year gone by, but I don't feel any older. Except the fact that my back hurts, my hair is not all there, and college kids look really, really young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8486189302199002986?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8486189302199002986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8486189302199002986' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8486189302199002986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8486189302199002986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sohnl79VYRI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mZKtNC7Krok/s72-c/20090802_2681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-487816179106834962</id><published>2009-08-01T08:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:58:46.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressed for Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWO7yq8I/AAAAAAAAArw/N14bG4wCgKM/s1600-h/DSC_9885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWO7yq8I/AAAAAAAAArw/N14bG4wCgKM/s320/DSC_9885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;No it isn't Halloween already. This is just how my little man rolls. Scottie had his last day of school at Crossings (he will be going to a new school in the fall), and he went out with a bang. It finally rained, so he was able to wear his rain boots. But he also wanted to wear his 'Lebron' headband. The headband isn't new, but for some reason he has had a renewed interest in it. His teacher said he wore it all day and they all loved it. He has also decided that it would be a good idea to sleep in it. So the last couple nights, Lebron has been sleeping int Scottie's bed. Whatever works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWZCtOSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/482WAdAuB7k/s1600-h/DSC_9765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWZCtOSI/AAAAAAAAAr4/482WAdAuB7k/s320/DSC_9765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Scott has also recently developed a serious love for farms. I have no idea where this came from, but it is definitely occupying a lot of his time. We have barns set up all over the house and all the animals have their places. We haven't purchased any cattle or horses yet, and we haven't planted any wheat in the backyard, but I'm sure those questions will be coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We were, however, able to visit a real farm when we went to Stockton, MO last weekend for a family reuinion. We stayed at my cousins and Scottie was in 'hog heaven'. We rode the four wheeler down to the cattle, he helped feed Boogie the horse, he lifted some hay bales when he drove the tractor, and we went fishing in the farm pond. It was the perfect place for a little boy and we had a great time with Rod, Kelly, and Ely. (Sorry I didn't get more pics, the camera had some hiccups.  Guess we will have to come back) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We packed a lot of things into our Stockton weekend. We hung out with family, ate a lot of great food, went on float trip, and hit the links for a little round of golf. This was Scottie's second round and (besides the golf attire) he did really good. He is always asking to play and I'm glad he was able to watch me beat down Ryan and Kevin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWr9KvNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5krQG4OAY_4/s1600-h/DSC_9784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWr9KvNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/5krQG4OAY_4/s320/DSC_9784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I AM Tiger Woods, Jr. (or Kid Rock, Jr. wearing the wife beater)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDW2LWewI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MfJ5pveJy4w/s1600-h/DSC_9788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDW2LWewI/AAAAAAAAAsI/MfJ5pveJy4w/s320/DSC_9788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Boys (w/out Quin) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-487816179106834962?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/487816179106834962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=487816179106834962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/487816179106834962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/487816179106834962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/08/dressed-for-success.html' title='Dressed for Success'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SnRDWO7yq8I/AAAAAAAAArw/N14bG4wCgKM/s72-c/DSC_9885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7640695427538459263</id><published>2009-07-15T19:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:10:48.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quality Programming</title><content type='html'>If you ever need to get in touch with us on Tuesday or Wednesday between 7:00 and 8:00, sorry but we are busy. Scottie has become a little obsessed with two 'quality programs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is Wipeout. If you haven't experienced this, you are really missing out. Idiot contestants compete for 50 g's while making complete fools out of themselves. Scottie has taken a real interest in 'opskittle' courses and that is all this show is. Jump from here to there without falling in the water, don't get knocked over into the water, etc.  The announcers are pretty funny to add to the entertainment value.  Scott has already mentioned that for his next birthday he wants a Wipeout party. What the?? I know Ann is good, but if she can pull that one off, she is real good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poptower.com/images/db/3642/450/500/wipeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.poptower.com/images/db/3642/450/500/wipeout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is called The Superstars. They team up a professional athlete and a celebrity to do different events and competitions. And it all finishes up with, you guessed it, an 'opskittle' course. This one is a little bit more watchable as they do normal things like basketball, bowling, racing, etc. I have no idea how he became so infatuated, but it occupies a late hour of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/abc_superstars_090622_wn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://a.abcnews.com/images/Entertainment/abc_superstars_090622_wn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for anyone that is interested, Livy is still alive and actually survived one water change already. She made us wonder a little at first. She laid on the rocks for a good 20 minutes until the initial shock wore off. But ever since, she's been good to go. Thanks for all your concerns. I had no idea that learning to keep a fish alive would be one of life's little 'obskittles'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7640695427538459263?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7640695427538459263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7640695427538459263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7640695427538459263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7640695427538459263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/07/quality-programming.html' title='Quality Programming'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5208766061927527500</id><published>2009-07-11T14:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:46:05.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up on me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just when you had given up any hope that this blog would remain alive, here I am. There were a few happenings as of late, so here is a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie and I flew to Kansas City for a little visit. Scottie got to fly for the first time and he did great. Ry got some really sweet seats behind home plate (with all you can eat and drink buffet) for the Royals game. We took full advantage of the food/drink and had a great time. Scottie enjoyed his time with Ava and Quin and they played great together. I didn't have the camera so you'll have to take my word for it all.&lt;br /&gt;Jon, Amy and Ella picked us up in KC and we headed south to Branson to spend a few days with the whole Befort crew. Allen took a day off and we did alot. We went to Dixie Stampede, Rode the Ducks, miniature golf, go-carts, outlet shopping, Branson Landings, and swam. It was good stuff so a big thanks to Grandma and Papa for a fun week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8VYDVcI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZQz9yeoOnws/s1600-h/DSC_9588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8VYDVcI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZQz9yeoOnws/s320/DSC_9588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maggie owning Branson Landings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8qnvQOI/AAAAAAAAApw/AExcUcGSlcU/s1600-h/DSC_9513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8qnvQOI/AAAAAAAAApw/AExcUcGSlcU/s320/DSC_9513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie and Ella cooling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8wLB-fI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jHSr2UtSJMY/s1600-h/DSC_9553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8wLB-fI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jHSr2UtSJMY/s320/DSC_9553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie pumped that Uncle Allen joined him for some miniature golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj9EocVtI/AAAAAAAAAqA/l8KYe8xJoDo/s1600-h/DSC_9586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj9EocVtI/AAAAAAAAAqA/l8KYe8xJoDo/s320/DSC_9586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie enjoying the view from the Duck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;When we got home, I celebrated Father's Day with my two kiddos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmbmSHmiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YHwfRxYCCQc/s1600-h/DSC_9676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmbmSHmiI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YHwfRxYCCQc/s320/DSC_9676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Anderson's (our best friends from Scottsdale) came back and stayed with us for the 4th of July. It was so good to see them again but we really wished they could have stayed for good. We went to the Edmond parade and had a big crew over for a cookout and fireworks courtesy of Brasswood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljmb01o4DI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AhP9mwpB1W8/s1600-h/DSC_9691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljmb01o4DI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/AhP9mwpB1W8/s320/DSC_9691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;McNellis 4th of July family portrait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmcL2olCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7I_5EkOSkyM/s1600-h/DSC_9696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmcL2olCI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7I_5EkOSkyM/s320/DSC_9696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ryan, Matt and I got here at 7:30am to get this spot. Dedicated fathers looking out for their families or dad's getting the better end of the deal so we aren't at home for the rush around getting the kids ready for the parade? Regardless, a good time and a fun 4th tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmcWrrIdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1LvDvPqX-g0/s1600-h/DSC_9710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljmcWrrIdI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1LvDvPqX-g0/s320/DSC_9710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Good times for Mags and Connor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is the 3rd year of our 4th of July party, but it was the first time we had to deal with rain. Luckily, I had just finished the grilling when the rain started. Issue: How in the world are we going to get all these people in our house? We set some tables up in the garage and the rain stopped right after we ate. The kids ran around like crazy, did some sparklers, played some football, and got to see a great fireworks show from our driveway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpX1zAC8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/cR6rvKT3elg/s1600-h/DSC_9718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpX1zAC8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/cR6rvKT3elg/s320/DSC_9718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;How many crazy kids can you fit in one picture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpYaXbtGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/A__3ZzMW-5A/s1600-h/DSC_9733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpYaXbtGI/AAAAAAAAAqw/A__3ZzMW-5A/s320/DSC_9733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hello Ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpY1Bs4NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z9YeEAx4aNo/s1600-h/DSC_9738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SljpY1Bs4NI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z9YeEAx4aNo/s320/DSC_9738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Waddup fellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5208766061927527500?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5208766061927527500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5208766061927527500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5208766061927527500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5208766061927527500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-give-up-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t give up on me!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sljj8VYDVcI/AAAAAAAAApo/ZQz9yeoOnws/s72-c/DSC_9588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1201195349523883419</id><published>2009-06-08T21:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:04:48.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast and FOURious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Scottie turns four on Wednesday, but we had the big party yesterday. He invited a few friends from school and we celebrated four good years in Nascar fashion. Ann never has trouble planning a party and she pulled off another winner this go around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Happy Birthday Scottie Roo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHBGwdeI/AAAAAAAAApA/HQOuESKfkoY/s1600-h/Scott+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHBGwdeI/AAAAAAAAApA/HQOuESKfkoY/s320/Scott+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The cake had four of Scott's favorite cars on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHkrjKVI/AAAAAAAAApY/8q0u0i5aN1I/s1600-h/DSC_9377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHkrjKVI/AAAAAAAAApY/8q0u0i5aN1I/s320/DSC_9377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Scott helped by coloring three Nascar pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHVYvQII/AAAAAAAAApI/BqFTvSOToXQ/s1600-h/DSC_9402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHVYvQII/AAAAAAAAApI/BqFTvSOToXQ/s320/DSC_9402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;There was a Nascar race in our neighbor's driveway. There were many obstacles such as tires, cones, rock piles, sprinklers, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHQC9LKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/J3U6sm2LZgQ/s1600-h/DSC_9385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHQC9LKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/J3U6sm2LZgQ/s320/DSC_9385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They threw a ball through a tire hanging from the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LpmEX_vI/AAAAAAAAApg/78U1ztKUcIY/s1600-h/DSC_9426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LpmEX_vI/AAAAAAAAApg/78U1ztKUcIY/s320/DSC_9426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And what's a birthday without the cake and presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Four years have gone by quickly and we really like our little Scottie. He is a really good kid and it is exciting to imagine what God has in store for him. He has brought so much to our lives (things beyond Nascar) and we love him very much. Thanks for four great years bub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1201195349523883419?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1201195349523883419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1201195349523883419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1201195349523883419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1201195349523883419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/06/fast-and-fourious.html' title='Fast and FOURious'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Si3LHBGwdeI/AAAAAAAAApA/HQOuESKfkoY/s72-c/Scott+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1491962977159184339</id><published>2009-06-05T21:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:53:11.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed, TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The McNellis Fam is back in the fish business (&lt;a href="http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/til-death-do-us-part.html"&gt;see previous post&lt;/a&gt;). After a little consultation with the fish expert, LaTisha, at Pet Smart, we have a new beta. The final result was that we needed to treat the water with some three dollar concoction. Scottie decided on the name Livy in hopes that a female fish may live a little longer. Right now the Over/Under is set at three days for Livy's life. I will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinUSy0VxOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_hQYlEpKRIg/s1600-h/DSC_9357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinUSy0VxOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_hQYlEpKRIg/s320/DSC_9357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinUS8BhNeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tTFyFv7uxHA/s1600-h/DSC_9355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinUS8BhNeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tTFyFv7uxHA/s320/DSC_9355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We have a big weekend ahead as Scottie has his big 4th birthday. Of course it will be Nascar, but an issue has arisen. Yesterday, Scottie told Ann, "yeah Mom, I think I'm done with Nascar." Well buddy, not for three more days you're not. Mom has planned the sweetest Nascar birthday party you could imagine and you will be all about Nascar for at least two more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and Robin McAlister came over the other night and Robin showed Ann some new tricks on the computer. It's not the photographer anymore, it's just how you manipulate the pictures. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinZbeUF3UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/StKvgy97xsk/s1600-h/maggie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinZbeUF3UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/StKvgy97xsk/s320/maggie+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinZbgfs4WI/AAAAAAAAAog/Z3ig6HjXFN4/s1600-h/Scott+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinZbgfs4WI/AAAAAAAAAog/Z3ig6HjXFN4/s320/Scott+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1491962977159184339?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1491962977159184339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1491962977159184339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1491962977159184339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1491962977159184339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-try-try.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed, TRY, TRY, TRY, TRY again'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SinUSy0VxOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_hQYlEpKRIg/s72-c/DSC_9357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-3995087237131078735</id><published>2009-05-28T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:00:56.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did May go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So May is basically over and I have one post for the month. Totally unacceptable. So here is how the month has gone since Maggie's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQdzk1XI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rj_IlviegB4/s1600-h/DSC_9186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQdzk1XI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rj_IlviegB4/s320/DSC_9186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Scott received a medal for completion of his gymnastics class. He had a great time and has learned how to do many "tricks". Flips, handstands, somersaults, etc. I will have to step in the first time he asks for spandex, but its been pure fun so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQrVMM4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/rz8dzwFgwlc/s1600-h/DSC_9204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQrVMM4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/rz8dzwFgwlc/s320/DSC_9204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Scottie and his friend Luke after the big medal ceremonies.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQ_X7NaI/AAAAAAAAAng/4JEjRwoIWQs/s1600-h/DSC_9231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQ_X7NaI/AAAAAAAAAng/4JEjRwoIWQs/s320/DSC_9231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We also went to a thing called 'Touch a Truck'. It was some fundraiser for the Edmond MOMS where they had over 50 trucks (vehicles) parked for the kids to climb all over. It was pretty neat and we touched everything from police cars, hummers, cranes, fire trucks, school buses, etc. Scottie's personal faves were the race car (of course) and the ice cream truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQxvwyiI/AAAAAAAAAno/oy3sqU8o8I8/s1600-h/DSC_9218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQxvwyiI/AAAAAAAAAno/oy3sqU8o8I8/s320/DSC_9218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Driving the fire truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzF7CVAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4XajFvytJ24/s1600-h/DSC_9271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzF7CVAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4XajFvytJ24/s320/DSC_9271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For Memorial Day we went to Grand Lake with the Smiths. Five kids under the age of 5 (3 months, 1, 2, 3, 5) was a little bit much in one house, but we had a great time. Jay and I golfed, the kids explored, the Moms cooked. Scottie said his favorite part was getting to watch movies with Gavin and Mason. Aren't vacations great? I mean, getting to watch movies, now that is what vacation is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzvLeDII/AAAAAAAAAoA/lB1SBcX2Q3Q/s1600-h/DSC_9257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzvLeDII/AAAAAAAAAoA/lB1SBcX2Q3Q/s320/DSC_9257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The boys acting like monkeys so they can get a cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzSmOslI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VB-lwqQOjrI/s1600-h/DSC_9243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6GzSmOslI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VB-lwqQOjrI/s320/DSC_9243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And it is great to have the weather getting nice so we can have a nice little picnic outside. Minutes after this picture was taken, Ann walked inside to grab the phone only to return to Maggie standing on the middle of the table. Guess the little girl was watching Scottie's gymnastics class a little closer than we thought.  That's all for now, so Goodbye May and hello summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-3995087237131078735?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3995087237131078735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=3995087237131078735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3995087237131078735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3995087237131078735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-did-may-go.html' title='Where did May go?'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sh6FQdzk1XI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rj_IlviegB4/s72-c/DSC_9186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6227749881714971638</id><published>2009-05-12T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:03:49.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the ONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had a big weekend. Maggie Moo turned one on Sunday and its pretty amazing to think a year has gone by. She had a great birthday with friends and family coming over. Mom did another amazing job of throwing a great birthday party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I did become aware of one major issue that I will face over the next 40-50 years. Maggie was born way too close to Mother's Day. Sure it was sweet last year when Maggie was born the day before Mother's Day, but this year I realized I will somehow have to make two very special days in one week. As you can tell from the pictures, I didn't succeed this year. I don't have one good picture from Mother's Day because the entire weekend seemed to be centered around Maggie's bday. We did celebrate Ann with presents and dinner, but it seemed secondary. Sorry hon, I will be better next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So I guess this post is dedicated to little girl in my life, and I owe the big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oJAJgsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/J6AjD50mL5I/s1600-h/DSC_9036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oJAJgsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/J6AjD50mL5I/s320/DSC_9036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oG_enPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bW83nQTct_o/s1600-h/DSC_9068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oG_enPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bW83nQTct_o/s320/DSC_9068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oczKVNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yWHc5BaFqg4/s1600-h/DSC_9091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oczKVNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/yWHc5BaFqg4/s320/DSC_9091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oQ1Kp1I/AAAAAAAAAm4/0GE8aibWtho/s1600-h/DSC_9097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oQ1Kp1I/AAAAAAAAAm4/0GE8aibWtho/s320/DSC_9097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo5eRHoT4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/nhNHJz_TM6M/s1600-h/DSC_9087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo5eRHoT4I/AAAAAAAAAnA/nhNHJz_TM6M/s320/DSC_9087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo5ec5_r_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_LySpfXDNaM/s1600-h/DSC_9049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo5ec5_r_I/AAAAAAAAAnI/_LySpfXDNaM/s320/DSC_9049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6227749881714971638?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6227749881714971638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6227749881714971638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6227749881714971638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6227749881714971638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-one.html' title='She&apos;s the ONE!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sgo0oJAJgsI/AAAAAAAAAmg/J6AjD50mL5I/s72-c/DSC_9036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5768602713022625531</id><published>2009-04-28T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:34:54.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Til death do us part</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We've been learning alot about death in our house as of late. First it was the bunnies from the last post. Then I killed a four foot snake this past weekend while we were redoing our flower beds and Scottie saw it all unravel right in front of his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Rocky has passed. This is our third fish since February 14 when Scottie got Freddy for Valentine's Day. So first it was Freddy, then Charlie, and now, not even Rocky can resist the McNellis knockout punch. Every stinkin time we change the water the poor fish dies. So, my question for you is how do we change the water in the tank without sending the pitiful thing to fish heaven? Does the water have to be treated? Are we doing something wrong? Obviously. According to Scott, Rocky was a very strong fish, but he just died in the rocks. He doesn't seem too upset about it, but he also didn't see me flush it. Suggestions please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look at picture two if you have a tender heart. It may bring tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SfeE1yxuomI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dyaD3bqy3Ro/s1600-h/DSC_9009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SfeE1yxuomI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dyaD3bqy3Ro/s320/DSC_9009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie as the proud parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SfeE2LP1QtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JCsX9T3Le6g/s1600-h/DSC_9012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SfeE2LP1QtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/JCsX9T3Le6g/s320/DSC_9012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fish, two fish, dead fish, blue fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5768602713022625531?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5768602713022625531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5768602713022625531' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5768602713022625531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5768602713022625531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/til-death-do-us-part.html' title='Til death do us part'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SfeE1yxuomI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dyaD3bqy3Ro/s72-c/DSC_9009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1640128616975634002</id><published>2009-04-19T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:40:45.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Not a whole lot going on around here.  Maggie turns one in a few weeks, which is absolutely crazy.  Scottie continues his obsession with hoops shorts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;.  I will take blame for one of those, while the other is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; guess.  Everything has been good, but Spring Fever has hit and we are ready for 'consistent' 80+ degree weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great Easter.  Scottie was able to meet the Easter Bunny and learn that 'Jesus is Risen'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a good Easter story.  Scottie and I were cleaning leaves out of  the flower beds when I reached down to grab some leaves.  I got a handful of fuzz with the leaves and then heard all this screeching.  I went and got a small shovel and a bucket to get rid of these little rats.  There were six or seven in there so I scooped them up and dumped them all in the creek.  I came into the house and told Ann, "you won't believe what I just found."  "A rat," she said.  "No worse, about seven of them,"  I said.  Then the kicker, "are you sure they weren't bunnies?"  she said.  "Oh, guess I should go tell Scottie that daddy just killed a family of bunnies.  Happy Easter son."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week, I went to Orlando for work and had been telling Scottie that I would get him something from Mickey's house.  Well, the first day I was gone, Ann said that he had knocked Maggie over and just went ballistic.  When she finally got him calmed down, he said, "I've been a bad boy and Daddy won't get me something special at Mickey's house."  He did still get something special, but I guess this confirms the fact that I can begin using Christmas, birthdays, etc. as threats for him to act correctly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4GG0huI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Hp6PhLuzLjA/s1600-h/DSC_8925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4GG0huI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Hp6PhLuzLjA/s320/DSC_8925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter Sunday at church&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, Scott, and 'that guy' in the wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4aEifNI/AAAAAAAAAmI/waxkPjpNWOE/s1600-h/DSC_8911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4aEifNI/AAAAAAAAAmI/waxkPjpNWOE/s320/DSC_8911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before church.  Sorry, Scott couldn't take his eyes off Imagination Movers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4QB1oII/AAAAAAAAAmA/F0GFTquCrAg/s1600-h/DSC_8868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4QB1oII/AAAAAAAAAmA/F0GFTquCrAg/s320/DSC_8868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scottie and Chris "The Easter Bunny" Beard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1640128616975634002?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1640128616975634002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1640128616975634002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1640128616975634002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1640128616975634002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SeuQ4GG0huI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Hp6PhLuzLjA/s72-c/DSC_8925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2801967248523358257</id><published>2009-04-01T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:14:01.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Anna Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today was Ann's birthday.  So, Happy birthday Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SdQfaZqpwEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vmDbzDNMy2E/s1600-h/DSC_8793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SdQfaZqpwEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vmDbzDNMy2E/s400/DSC_8793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a great mom, wife and friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SdQfaYbGSyI/AAAAAAAAAls/IqPAQtBCRX4/s1600-h/DSC_8809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SdQfaYbGSyI/AAAAAAAAAls/IqPAQtBCRX4/s400/DSC_8809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the craziest 32 year old I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2801967248523358257?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2801967248523358257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2801967248523358257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2801967248523358257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2801967248523358257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-anna-banana.html' title='Happy Birthday Anna Banana'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SdQfaZqpwEI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vmDbzDNMy2E/s72-c/DSC_8793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-9192517586783469854</id><published>2009-03-28T16:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:48:59.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breakin in T-Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend we headed up to Tulsa for the end of our Spring Break. We stayed at some Radisson because it had Leapin Louie's Lagoon. It was the perfect place for Scottie to exert some energy. Maggie wasn't in love with the water, but she was able to try out her new suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, Maggie did start walking this week. She'd been taking a few steps for the last week or so, but it's a full fledged walk now. She is actually walking more than she is crawling. Sorry I'm not sure how to post video or I would give you a glimpse. Just picture the cutest little girl you've ever seen walking like Frankenstein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TfPnnnYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oDpY-7JFcno/s1600-h/DSC_8678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TfPnnnYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oDpY-7JFcno/s320/DSC_8678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maggie's new suit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318351457089180962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6UeO57VSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CyYEKqLbtRw/s320/DSC_8687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Daddy, get me outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318351460801461186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6UecvAO8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/9eLjc-fEeEs/s320/DSC_8696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scottie was a big fan of the frog slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TgKyytmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FYA9WZvODdw/s1600-h/DSC_8735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TgKyytmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/FYA9WZvODdw/s320/DSC_8735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good times in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6UedmO9CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ln6_nWhtnWU/s1600-h/DSC_8739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318351461033112610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6UedmO9CI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ln6_nWhtnWU/s320/DSC_8739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a day of swimming, we decided to go eat at Incredible Pizza. Why?? I don't know. That place is a nightmare. Maybe it was that it was Friday night during Spring Break. Whatever it was, it definitely was an experience. We had some pizza and played some games with every other 5-12 year old in Tulsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TgVlqTgI/AAAAAAAAAks/3eNFubjEBvU/s1600-h/DSC_8745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TgVlqTgI/AAAAAAAAAks/3eNFubjEBvU/s320/DSC_8745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They did have indoor Nascar go-carts and Scottie was all over that. After a 35 minute wait in line, we did get to race and of course we got Jeff Gordon. Scottie loved it and I would have won if I didn't get stuck behind the slow 6 year old on the final lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We also won about 75 tickets at the hoop shoot, skee ball, etc.  so we were able to wait in line for 15 minutes just to get a bouncy ball too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6Tgtj5JHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZQuCziPv0_I/s1600-h/DSC_8771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6Tgtj5JHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ZQuCziPv0_I/s320/DSC_8771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;On Saturday, we swam a little more and then went to the Jenks Aquarium. It is pretty cool, but again, the entire freakin town of Tulsa was there. They do have the largest Bull Sharks in captivity and they have the walk through aquarium where they are all around you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318356890736500242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6Zag0ZnhI/AAAAAAAAAlc/B5E0ITvRbPc/s320/DSC_8766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Under the sea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318351461941406178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6Ueg-yaeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/P318B5FYz9I/s320/DSC_8782.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we wore them out and we had fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-9192517586783469854?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/9192517586783469854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=9192517586783469854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/9192517586783469854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/9192517586783469854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-breakin-in-t-town.html' title='Spring Breakin in T-Town'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sc6TfPnnnYI/AAAAAAAAAkc/oDpY-7JFcno/s72-c/DSC_8678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8191838526833048560</id><published>2009-03-18T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:35:15.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Challenge</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days Scottie has been playing basketball with some of the older kids from the neighborhood.  Well, today I got my first taste of what I predict may happen a few times over the next couple of years.  Scottie offered up his first challenge to me.  Here is how the conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie:  Hey daddy I am going to go play basketball at Ms. Mary's (next door neighboor).&lt;br /&gt;Me:  OK buddy, do you mind if I come play with you.&lt;br /&gt;Scottie:  Sure daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie:  Hey daddy, do you wanna take me on in a game of one on one?  (I guess this is what you pick up hangin with the older kids)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sure I think I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lessons Scottie learned on the basketball court today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Learn to lose gracefully&lt;br /&gt;2.  Never, I mean never, challenge dad on the basketball court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem throwing a game of Candyland or Chutes and Ladders to let him win, but it will take a little more for me to lose a game of  'one on one' to the little man.  And that first time he beats me with my full effort, I am hangin em up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8191838526833048560?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8191838526833048560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8191838526833048560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8191838526833048560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8191838526833048560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-challenge.html' title='First Challenge'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1918313207369432006</id><published>2009-03-17T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:17:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/ScBmOYDoSBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2sNCyNmXRL8/s1600-h/DSC_8655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/ScBmOYDoSBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2sNCyNmXRL8/s400/DSC_8655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day.  (and yes, for those of you that know me and my fear of matching, we did go out in public all dressed in green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off work for the rest of the week, so our Spring Break started today. My company changed its paternity policy and you now get a week off after having/adopting a child. However, much to my advantage, it is retroactive for the past year. That means a free week for me that begins today. So I've got a list of things I need to get done, but I have some time to do them. Today, we went to Scottie's gymnastics class (laugh now guys, but you just wait and see the benefit this has on his footwork and jumping ability on down the road) and played outside in the 85 degree temperature. We are going to Tulsa on Friday to do the Jenks aquarium, swim at the hotel, and just get out of town. I guess its our first family getaway. I will blog later in the week with an update of our Spring Break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1918313207369432006?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1918313207369432006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1918313207369432006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1918313207369432006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1918313207369432006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/goin-green.html' title='Goin Green'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/ScBmOYDoSBI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2sNCyNmXRL8/s72-c/DSC_8655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2564124595907074447</id><published>2009-03-14T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:20:03.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We had a few things going on this week, so here is a little recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgvYB0OZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eJJWe7DCYoI/s1600-h/DSC_8641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgvYB0OZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eJJWe7DCYoI/s320/DSC_8641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Pops came down to visit on Sunday. Ann had jury duty Monday through Wednesday so they were able to help out with the kiddos. And since Ann had jury duty, I had the privilege of getting up at the butt crack of dawn to go get the kids regiestered for preschool and mother's day out for next fall. Although as crazy as I thought it was, at least I wasn't married to the lady that made her husband go up there at 4:30 am to make sure they were first in line. I was rewarded for my duty with three straight nights of Big XII basketball downtown. Dad and I saw two good games, then I went with a friend on Thursday, and Ann and I went last night. Good preparation for my favorite week of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Anyway, it was great to have Grammy and Pops here and as much as Scottie and Mags loved it, we very much appreciated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgwJL0ndI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9uJTolbg1cU/s1600-h/DSC_8625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgwJL0ndI/AAAAAAAAAjc/9uJTolbg1cU/s320/DSC_8625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie took Mom on a date to Sesame Street Live last Saturday. I think Mags and i caught some hoops at the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgwrtiQNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Gsby25mInxM/s1600-h/DSC_8589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgwrtiQNI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Gsby25mInxM/s320/DSC_8589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and the kids made some chocolate chip cookies and I laid the smack down on those bad boys when they got out of the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgxAN3uJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KzCb92M3Ies/s1600-h/DSC_8527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgxAN3uJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/KzCb92M3Ies/s320/DSC_8527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's big bro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt; on his sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2564124595907074447?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2564124595907074447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2564124595907074447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2564124595907074447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2564124595907074447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SbvgvYB0OZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/eJJWe7DCYoI/s72-c/DSC_8641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7176070034695578615</id><published>2009-03-03T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:08:11.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGS-nificent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24VRxfIGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qvaxImylZ38/s1600-h/DSC_8600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24VRxfIGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qvaxImylZ38/s320/DSC_8600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24V092ypI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2A4Cy2dCq3k/s1600-h/DSC_8602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24V092ypI/AAAAAAAAAjE/2A4Cy2dCq3k/s320/DSC_8602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24WA6YoGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UR-_d7Lk1b8/s1600-h/DSC_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24WA6YoGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/UR-_d7Lk1b8/s320/DSC_8601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't even begin to describe what I think of these pictures, so I won't bore you with dialogue.  Just admire this little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7176070034695578615?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7176070034695578615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7176070034695578615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7176070034695578615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7176070034695578615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/mags-nificent.html' title='MAGS-nificent'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/Sa24VRxfIGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/qvaxImylZ38/s72-c/DSC_8600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-396056669100880843</id><published>2009-02-18T21:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:58:17.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which does not belong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Take a guess!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzTmgOwEbI/AAAAAAAAAic/eY8kjrDye88/s1600-h/DSC_8484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304347119575896498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzTmgOwEbI/AAAAAAAAAic/eY8kjrDye88/s320/DSC_8484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304347720104291522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzUJdX4LMI/AAAAAAAAAik/3VwphtdjIWg/s400/jackie_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzSpClU-GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YnahT4gl0_U/s1600-h/DSC_8492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzSpClU-GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YnahT4gl0_U/s320/DSC_8492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scottie has been wanting a headband to go with his every day uniform. (Of course Scottie thought it would be hilarious for Mags to wear it too.) We are going on two straight months of wearing 'hoop shorts' every single day. Although he does change into pants when we leave the house. The only restriction he gives us is that they can't have buttons. Kind of limits us there buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-396056669100880843?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/396056669100880843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=396056669100880843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/396056669100880843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/396056669100880843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/which-does-not-belong.html' title='Which does not belong?'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZzTmgOwEbI/AAAAAAAAAic/eY8kjrDye88/s72-c/DSC_8484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8410114822481477608</id><published>2009-02-14T17:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:01:15.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Goes Out to the One(s) I LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdOASjLnfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Hmx6xHdvw9g/s1600-h/DSC_8069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302792853138415090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdOASjLnfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Hmx6xHdvw9g/s400/DSC_8069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNlzxg3FI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vu_Ed-okYQQ/s1600-h/DSC_8058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNlzxg3FI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vu_Ed-okYQQ/s320/DSC_8058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What I can say, I married above myself. Ann is the best thing I have going for me. She is loving, caring, forgiving, friendly, fun, supportive, and pretty dang hilarious. In other words, she is GREAT and I love her more than you can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNl_H5U2I/AAAAAAAAAhs/b9Vi0ti_3d0/s1600-h/DSC_8511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNl_H5U2I/AAAAAAAAAhs/b9Vi0ti_3d0/s320/DSC_8511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Now this is a funny dude. I had no idea how much I could love someone until Scottie came along. I am so excited to see what is in store for this little guy. I love the time we spend together and I hope I am successful in being a good example for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNmEhjaNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PSIuKYFCRP0/s1600-h/DSC_8520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdNmEhjaNI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PSIuKYFCRP0/s320/DSC_8520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I had no idea! That's all I say about this little girl. I had heard about little girl's having their daddy's wrapped around their fingers, but this early? Now the love I have for Maggie is no more than Scottie, but it is definitely different. I think she is just about the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I've never been Mr. Tough Guy, but I know I will be Niagra Falls in about 18 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hope your Valentine's Day is as great as mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8410114822481477608?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8410114822481477608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8410114822481477608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8410114822481477608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8410114822481477608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-one-goes-out-to-ones-i-love.html' title='This One Goes Out to the One(s) I LOVE!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZdOASjLnfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Hmx6xHdvw9g/s72-c/DSC_8069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7875058074583968303</id><published>2009-02-10T21:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:24:58.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Alley</title><content type='html'>Well since we had an ice storm two weeks ago, 70 degree temperatures the last few days, I guess it was time for a tornado. Weather is always changing in the great state of Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann and the kids took cover in the closet a couple of times as I was headed home from work today, but thankfully our neighborhood didn't get the brunt of it. Here are some pics that were taken about a mile from our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHe757cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vAYhSGIq4go/s1600-h/Tornado1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377905257475522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHe757cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vAYhSGIq4go/s320/Tornado1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHenKyaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-DyOuY--gfQ/s1600-h/Tornado2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377905170500002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHenKyaI/AAAAAAAAAhE/-DyOuY--gfQ/s320/Tornado2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHtVcvvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8zWGdvNEafk/s1600-h/Tornado3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377909122711282" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHtVcvvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/8zWGdvNEafk/s320/Tornado3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have good news though as we got our new carpet today. Thankfully, they laid it before the storm hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Maggie somehow gets cuter everyday, and Scottie is still hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJK3PfO0oI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VaSHhWYHCgM/s1600-h/DSC_8385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301382024279282306" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJK3PfO0oI/AAAAAAAAAhU/VaSHhWYHCgM/s320/DSC_8385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJK3X2yDxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xOd3HTq8KHc/s1600-h/DSC_7589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301382026525544210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJK3X2yDxI/AAAAAAAAAhc/xOd3HTq8KHc/s320/DSC_7589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7875058074583968303?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7875058074583968303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7875058074583968303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7875058074583968303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7875058074583968303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/tornado-alley.html' title='Tornado Alley'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SZJHHe757cI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vAYhSGIq4go/s72-c/Tornado1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-3127750086606471187</id><published>2009-02-01T15:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:25:52.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYZccR9l0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/RvMSeVIgne8/s1600-h/DSC_8394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYZccR9l0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/RvMSeVIgne8/s400/DSC_8394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The City of Brotherly Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after three weeks in Philly, I am home. And if I haven't made it clear enough before, I hate cold weather. If you think hate is a strong word, I apologize, but I hate it. Here is what I did while I was there: sat through meetings, ate, and laid in a hotel bedroom. It was too freaking cold to do anything. Wait, check that, one night I just had to get out and do something, so I made my way down to the Philadelphia Museum of Art and ran up the stairs. I got to the top and put both arms in the air and shouted "Yo Adrian, We did it." I turned around and saw 6 or 7 others doing the same thing. Guess I wasn't the only guy with this bright idea. I went down to the Rocky Statue and took a picture of a couple of kids and then ran back to my warm hotel room. That was the extent of my physical exertion for that three week period. Ann came up the first weekend I was there, so we got out a little bit. Saw the Liberty Bell, ate at some really good restaurants (had the original Philly Cheesesteaks), and she caught up on sleep without the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYaIC3Y1EI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SAVDWBaLxpw/s1600-h/DSC_8391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297950737158427714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYaIC3Y1EI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SAVDWBaLxpw/s200/DSC_8391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYaH8mkEtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oNorQqFjxLA/s1600-h/DSC_8389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297950735477248722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYaH8mkEtI/AAAAAAAAAgs/oNorQqFjxLA/s200/DSC_8389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here is Ann in front of Geno's and me in front of Pat's. They both claim to be the Original, but we had Pat's because they are supposed to be better. Whiz wit or Whiz witout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The next weekend I came home for a day, but that is when there actually was stuff going on in Philly. Barack Obama stayed at our hotel and there were secret service everywhere that week. He stayed Friday night before getting on the train to head to DC for the inauguartion. Kind of like an episode of 24. Well, anyway, I made it back and I know more than I ever thought I would about vaccines. It is great to be home and Ann did a great job with the house and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the house, carpet is supposed to be here this week. That's right, we have been white trashing it since December 29 when we came home to the flood. The problem is since we know we are getting new carpet, we have kind of let everything go until the new carpet is in. Let's hope that it comes in this week so we can get back to normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-3127750086606471187?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3127750086606471187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=3127750086606471187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3127750086606471187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3127750086606471187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the Saddle Again'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SYYZccR9l0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/RvMSeVIgne8/s72-c/DSC_8394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4499579343226469703</id><published>2009-01-04T15:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:02:43.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...Christmas Edition</title><content type='html'>This Christmas Holiday can be broken into three parts: Good, Bad, and Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with the GOOD. Christmas was alot of fun this year. Santa played a key role, and Scottie loved it. We did family gifts after Christmas Service on December 23. Then Santa came on the morning of Christmas Eve because he knew we were leaving for Bartlesville later in the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott's Christmas consisted of a SmartCycle, Football Guys, and a train set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mags pulled in a Laugh and Learn playhouse, her first baby doll, and some ball popper thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0MCBYRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jbSKRUXYwi4/s1600-h/DSC_8081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0MCBYRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jbSKRUXYwi4/s320/DSC_8081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott and Maggie after Christmas Service at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0MSZkUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bRTY0CKbVrc/s1600-h/DSC_8116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0MSZkUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bRTY0CKbVrc/s320/DSC_8116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mag's first Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0lY12AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gxp9f-zQah4/s1600-h/DSC_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0lY12AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Gxp9f-zQah4/s320/DSC_8107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottie looking a little sleepy, but still excited to see what Santa brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left for Bartlesville on Christmas Eve and opened presents with Grandma, Papa, Jon, Amy, Allen, and Ella that night. We also started the first annual Befort challenge. This was a battle between Jon, Amy, Ann, Allen, and I. There was a song naming game, a hoop shoot, cookie decorating contest, Scattergories, and a card game. Amy cheated and got first, and I felt bad for everyone, so I kind of laid low and let everyone else win. Good times though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0jXM3MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I1d5Ax_rsRw/s1600-h/DSC_8217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0jXM3MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/I1d5Ax_rsRw/s320/DSC_8217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie after a walk with Mom in Bartlesville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWE0lI-iT2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/jKLSQPuH-oU/s1600-h/DSC_8202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287565250179256162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWE0lI-iT2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/jKLSQPuH-oU/s320/DSC_8202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scottie getting ready for Christmas dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, we headed to Kansas City for a McNellis family Christmas. It snowed on Sunday, so Scott and I shoveled the driveway for Pops. Scott ate more snow than he shoveled, but it is low in calories. We went to Ryan and Emily's Sunday night to eat, play, and unwrap gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, we went to Union Station with Ava and Quin and had fun looking at the trains. After being completely worn out and noticing a little cough for Maggie, we decided to head home after dinner that night. Kids could sleep the whole way and we could be home all day Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Here is where the BAD begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHKM7bII/AAAAAAAAAdw/PUbh_YdxNEI/s1600-h/DSC_8266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287562536088726658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHKM7bII/AAAAAAAAAdw/PUbh_YdxNEI/s320/DSC_8266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott shoveling snow for Pops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyGtGKx_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1zqJKvtFYwg/s1600-h/DSC_8269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287562528275744754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyGtGKx_I/AAAAAAAAAdo/1zqJKvtFYwg/s320/DSC_8269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie looking ridiculously cute for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHp8DjDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pXATznqHjVM/s1600-h/DSC_8288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287562544607890482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHp8DjDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pXATznqHjVM/s320/DSC_8288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott playing Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHehc2ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t6M5Yfo7q5w/s1600-h/DSC_8310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287562541543512466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEyHehc2ZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t6M5Yfo7q5w/s320/DSC_8310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott, Ava, and Quin at Union Station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEzHk-AqhI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n7fv8qrRyO4/s1600-h/DSC_8369.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, now for the BAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids did great coming home and they both slept the majority of the way. When we got home (11:45 pm), I grabbed Maggie to take her straight to bed, hoping not to wake her up. Well, I didn't, but the stench of the house did. We basically walked into a boy's locker room. After I put her in her crib, I look back to notice every single footstep I took. The west side of our house was flooded. Kids are now up, we are trying to find what's wrong, glad we came home tonight. I finally got the water turned off after noticing all of the water coming out of our wall. So we get the carpet people and the plumber out the next day to start this ridiculous process. Do we replace the carpet? Do we file a claim to insurance? Is black mold our newest housemate? So many questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sad you say? Hold on, we aren't done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After already spending two weeks of December with somebody in the family sick, we thought it was over. However, when we got home, Ann decided to take Maggie to the Urgent Care since she had a runny nose, low fever, and that little cough. Well, that little cough turned out to be RSV. Poor girl can't catch a break. I won't do it, but I really wonder if she has been sick or well more days of her life. Guess she's paying back Mom for having pneumonia while she was trying to develop arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563638126039554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEzHTnGUgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/_ecqs14nV08/s320/DSC_8359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is our house going to be infested with mold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we live in a boy's locker room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please get this stench out of our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the UGLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am leaving town tomorrow for three weeks. I have to go to Philadelphia for training and won't be back until January 23. (Side note, is it sad that I am more pumped to see the Rocky steps, than Liberty Bell or Decleration of Independence?) In other words, Ann gets to take care of all this by herself. I have always avoided conflict by just removing myself from it, but this seems a little extreme. I fully trust and support all of her decisions she is facing and I know I am leaving it all in great hands. Please say a prayer for her sanity as you lay down tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the delay and length of this post, but there's been a little going on around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what this blog will consist of over the next three weeks as I am away, but stay tuned it's bound to be exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4499579343226469703?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4499579343226469703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4499579343226469703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4499579343226469703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4499579343226469703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bad-and-uglychristmas-edition.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly...Christmas Edition'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SWEw0MCBYRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jbSKRUXYwi4/s72-c/DSC_8081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-9089647713374243099</id><published>2008-12-22T18:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:07:04.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Pipe Cleaners</title><content type='html'>We had our first day of no puking or diarrhea yesterday, and it was the first day since last Thursday. That's right, eight days straight of something. We have basically lived in a petri dish of viruses and bacteria. But we are back to good health and look forward to the upcoming holiday. We should be 100% just in time to go out of town for a week, and all come back sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUBJQQpI/AAAAAAAAAco/j06jtH6JoM8/s1600-h/DSC_8021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUBJQQpI/AAAAAAAAAco/j06jtH6JoM8/s320/DSC_8021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUarXftI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_ZDqgteX7uE/s1600-h/DSC_8024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUarXftI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_ZDqgteX7uE/s320/DSC_8024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann got out some pipe cleaners the other day and showed the kids what kind of fun we used to have as kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well kids, when I grew up we had rocks, sticks, paper, and on special days, we got pipe cleaners. We walked to school barefoot, uphill both ways. And for Christmas we received socks and underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encouraging thing is to see the fun that can be had with those old pipe cleaners. For example, you can make funny eye glasses like the ones seen in the pictures above. Not only that, you can also see what you will look like in a few years if you have eyes like daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUcUf98I/AAAAAAAAAc4/uyWUPjck7cE/s1600-h/DSC_8029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUcUf98I/AAAAAAAAAc4/uyWUPjck7cE/s320/DSC_8029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Scottie when he dresses himself, which is quite often as of late. We are on a two week stretch of "hoop pants/shorts" (when he does opt to wear clothes). Definitely has Daddy's fashion sense.  Hey, it does match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUvCcFrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OQtBNGuNFTs/s1600-h/DSC_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUvCcFrI/AAAAAAAAAdA/OQtBNGuNFTs/s320/DSC_8006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here say whether little boys should play with dolls. However, when Scottie recently started playing with a particular doll he had made in Sunday School, I had no hard feelings. I mean how can you not appreciate when your child wants to make a manger bed and care for little baby Jesus. That being said, I will draw the line if Barbie ever enters the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-9089647713374243099?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/9089647713374243099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=9089647713374243099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/9089647713374243099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/9089647713374243099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-with-pipe-cleaners.html' title='Fun with Pipe Cleaners'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SVAqUBJQQpI/AAAAAAAAAco/j06jtH6JoM8/s72-c/DSC_8021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5088391063305154217</id><published>2008-12-15T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:06:52.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;What else do you do in the middle of December when the weather outside is single digits? Well, you layer yourself in every piece of winter clothing you have, and you go to the store for Christmas cookie ingredients. That's what Scottie and I did after dinner tonight. Since Maggie caught Scottie's case of barfitis today, I decided to keep him busy by making some Christmas cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never move north of Oklahoma City. Cold weather is for the birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUcaEJN7_vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/otfHzbcXW7M/s1600-h/DSC_8012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUcaEJN7_vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/otfHzbcXW7M/s320/DSC_8012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to face Old Man Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUcaDyC30eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AgLm6S042wk/s1600-h/DSC_8013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUcaDyC30eI/AAAAAAAAAb4/AgLm6S042wk/s320/DSC_8013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5088391063305154217?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5088391063305154217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5088391063305154217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5088391063305154217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5088391063305154217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/freakin-cold-outside.html' title='Freakin Cold'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUcaEJN7_vI/AAAAAAAAAcA/otfHzbcXW7M/s72-c/DSC_8012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8220479113322829402</id><published>2008-12-11T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:24:11.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>Well, this ain't your typical Thursday. Scottie woke up about 2:45 last night with a case of the barfs, I'm at home studying about Hepatitis for my new job, and Ann's day of errands was completely shot. We are hoping the spewing is over, but he has a little fever now. Ann has been ubersympathetic with Scottie, and this is something I don't get to see during my sicknesses. So it is nice to know that my kids don't get the gasps and rolling eyes that I see when I am a little under the weather. It is pretty sad and pathetic to see the little fella so down and out though. Here's to hoping he gets to feeling better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Notice the name on the bowl.  This was an old practice passed down from my mom.  I don't know if it is to keep from getting lost or if she is afraid it will get stolen, but growing up 'McNellis' was written in every piece of athletic gear, clothing (especially underwear, what??), book, toy, hat, kitchen utensil, etc. we ever owned.  After garage sales and donations, who knows how many people in this world have something that says 'McNellis' in permanent marker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFXdRnRPgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GHgHrxwK2cA/s1600-h/DSC_8000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFXdRnRPgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GHgHrxwK2cA/s320/DSC_8000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Maggie is not happy Scottie is sick. Just glad to be able to crawl around without being tackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFXddrf7oI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GCmEZzLHYs0/s1600-h/DSC_8003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFXddrf7oI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GCmEZzLHYs0/s320/DSC_8003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, we went to Kansas City to see the fam. We went and saw Grandma McNellis and spent a lot of time with Ava and Quin at my brother's new house. Then on Saturday, the entire Hendricks (Mom's side) family came over to Ryan's for a Holiday get together. It was great to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFYabdDwRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zE69Cb7HLBg/s1600-h/DSC_7948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278597449324413202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFYabdDwRI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zE69Cb7HLBg/s200/DSC_7948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFYargVtRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YqrhzDbPb1I/s1600-h/DSC_7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278597453633139986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFYargVtRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/YqrhzDbPb1I/s200/DSC_7970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8220479113322829402?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8220479113322829402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8220479113322829402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8220479113322829402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8220479113322829402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SUFXdRnRPgI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GHgHrxwK2cA/s72-c/DSC_8000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1117305334610639945</id><published>2008-12-03T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:54:20.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes, I don't need no stinkin clothes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I think of myself as having a pretty good memory.  However, for the life of me, I cannot remember the last time I came home from work and saw Scottie with clothes on.  What a life.  I don't have a problem with it, probably just bitter jealousy.  And don't be intimidated by the fine physique, he has been working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/STccKrj7BMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pMroXsb-deM/s1600-h/DSC_7939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/STccKrj7BMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pMroXsb-deM/s320/DSC_7939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/STccKnc296I/AAAAAAAAAZs/3FrKng2P-Lg/s1600-h/DSC_7941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/STccKnc296I/AAAAAAAAAZs/3FrKng2P-Lg/s320/DSC_7941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1117305334610639945?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1117305334610639945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1117305334610639945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1117305334610639945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1117305334610639945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/12/clothes-i-dont-need-no-stinkin-clothes.html' title='Clothes, I don&apos;t need no stinkin clothes!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/STccKrj7BMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pMroXsb-deM/s72-c/DSC_7939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7490416578338343843</id><published>2008-11-27T18:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:50:57.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>I have so much to be thankful for this year. I won't bore you with the details of the blessings in my life, but trust me, I have more than I could ever deserve. We are spending this Thanksgiving weekend in Bartlesville with the Befort family. Everybody (Grandma, Papa, Jon, Amy, Ella, and Allen) is here and it is good to be together. Next weekend we will be going to Kansas City to see the McNellis fam and to have a family reunion with the Hendricks (Mom's side of the family). I hope you can all find something to be thankful for this year and enjoy your Thanksgiving Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cOt_q3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/2oYQvmee_bw/s1600-h/DSC_7884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cOt_q3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/2oYQvmee_bw/s320/DSC_7884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cMj6jpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7S-xOSW0ouk/s1600-h/DSC_7865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cMj6jpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/7S-xOSW0ouk/s320/DSC_7865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cTMeXyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DnV6uFSEAsE/s1600-h/DSC_7858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cTMeXyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/DnV6uFSEAsE/s320/DSC_7858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Scott and Maggie on Thanksgiving Day. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7490416578338343843?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7490416578338343843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7490416578338343843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7490416578338343843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7490416578338343843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/hapy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SS86cOt_q3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/2oYQvmee_bw/s72-c/DSC_7884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-3287904722240219998</id><published>2008-11-25T07:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:12:59.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Joke</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I came across a good blog.  It is &lt;a href="http://www.treymorgan.net/"&gt;www.treymorgan.net&lt;/a&gt; and he has some pretty funny stuff.  He is a pastor in Childress, TX and that's about all I know.  He was good enough to make the blog roll and I will be keeping up with him from now on.  He had a great joke on there and I am a sucker for good jokes.  Since I am always up for a good laugh, I thought I would steal the joke and post it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, hope it makes you laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing is funnier to me that being able to laugh at yourself or what you do. I have an arsenal of preacher jokes, but here is one of the ones that is at the top of my favorites list...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three ministers and their wives were on a cruise. A tidal wave came up and swamped the ship; they all drowned, and next thing you know, they're standing at the gates of heaven before Peter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first minister came with his wife and stood before Peter. Peter opened the book of life and shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, I can't let you in. You loved money too much. Your life was only about money. You loved it so much, you even married a woman named Penny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Then came the second minister and his wife. "I'm sorry, I can't let you in, either. You loved food too much and you know what the Bible says about gluttony! In fact, you loved to eat so much, you even married a woman named Candy!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The third minister turned to his wife and whispered nervously, "It doesn't look good for us, Fanny."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-3287904722240219998?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3287904722240219998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=3287904722240219998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3287904722240219998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3287904722240219998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-joke.html' title='Good Joke'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-3306610749622349152</id><published>2008-11-16T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:53:43.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ear what I ear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This week consisted of a burst eardrum for Scottie and a double ear infection for Mags.  Dr. Stecklow, it is our pleasure to keep you in business.  Any ideas on how to get 5 ml of antibiotics to a three year old will be gladly accepted.  Hope all is well for everyone else out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWZH1jm9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yoF568Yq58s/s1600-h/DSC_7805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWZH1jm9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yoF568Yq58s/s320/DSC_7805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWZYLIAEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/aqdhqFiuSBw/s1600-h/DSC_7816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWZYLIAEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/aqdhqFiuSBw/s320/DSC_7816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWY9-0yZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6Sh4Z4ygCk4/s1600-h/DSC_7802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWY9-0yZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/6Sh4Z4ygCk4/s320/DSC_7802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sampling of what's going in our children's bodies this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-3306610749622349152?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3306610749622349152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=3306610749622349152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3306610749622349152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/3306610749622349152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-ear-what-i-ear.html' title='Do you ear what I ear?'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SSCWZH1jm9I/AAAAAAAAAY8/yoF568Yq58s/s72-c/DSC_7805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5562292183106833279</id><published>2008-11-11T18:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:49:19.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This post serves two purposes. The first is to show how lovely my baby girl has become after six months. The second is to make sure that scary freakin eye picture is not the first thing you see when you log on to this page. By the way, the eye is getting better. It's just changing colors like a bruise. So right now it is still pretty bloody with shades of that disgusting greenish, yellow color. But again, it does nothing to take away from my wife's beauty. So far she has skipped church and MOMs group to avoid the "what the heck is wrong with your eye" question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Maggie from the past week. She turned six months yesterday and had a big week of new things. Also Scottie has randomly started calling her Sadie. Whatever?? Here ya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRondvbMVrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AZiOY8NhtwM/s1600-h/DSC_7791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRondvbMVrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AZiOY8NhtwM/s320/DSC_7791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't She Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRondRCB5OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VDaeUJ7o7BA/s1600-h/DSC_7782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRondRCB5OI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VDaeUJ7o7BA/s320/DSC_7782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her first bath in the big tub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRoncw6maUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/CxrlzhVQj4M/s1600-h/DSC_7772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRoncw6maUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/CxrlzhVQj4M/s320/DSC_7772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried rice cereal and spit it all back up as expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRond9wASZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LuK-kiIs83c/s1600-h/DSC_7760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRond9wASZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LuK-kiIs83c/s320/DSC_7760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got her first Harley-Davidson headband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5562292183106833279?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5562292183106833279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5562292183106833279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5562292183106833279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5562292183106833279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-year.html' title='Half a Year'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRondvbMVrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/AZiOY8NhtwM/s72-c/DSC_7791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4635310070124904054</id><published>2008-11-07T16:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:56:14.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting Eye and Great Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ann has issues. In the past, she will have an occasional blood vessel bust in her eye that causes a little bit of redness. This, on the other hand, looks like her heart exploded and all the blood tried to escape through her eye. Don't worry, she did go to the doctor and after saying 'Wow' three times, he did say that it is not a big deal unless it happens again any time soon. For those of you that know me, this ain't good. I haven't looked at my wife in two days in fear of passing out cold, but I do still love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;By the way, this post will not be at the top long because I just can't handle it.  So enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRTGluoA6-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQxXBOBJtQQ/s1600-h/DSC_7765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRTGluoA6-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQxXBOBJtQQ/s320/DSC_7765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is no doubt in my mind that Golden Grahams tops the list of 'World's Best Cereals'. Walmart just put them back on the shelf. I don't know what the issue happened to be (probably something to do with Walmart showing how big and bad they are), but I am thankful they are back. This is just an FYI, but if you haven't had a bowl of GGs in a while, I highly suggest a box next time you are at the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRTGlCec68I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0Yj21DFsk00/s1600-h/DSC_7462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRTGlCec68I/AAAAAAAAAYE/0Yj21DFsk00/s320/DSC_7462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4635310070124904054?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4635310070124904054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4635310070124904054' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4635310070124904054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4635310070124904054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/disgusting-eye-and-great-cereal.html' title='Disgusting Eye and Great Cereal'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRTGluoA6-I/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQxXBOBJtQQ/s72-c/DSC_7765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2193691055791029082</id><published>2008-11-04T19:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:55:52.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Solid Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Let's just say my ultimatum paid off. Going to Lubbock for the Tech/Texas game was one of the better decisions I have made in my 31 years. It was the best game I have ever seen and the entire day was good stuff. For those that didn't get to see it, I am sorry. For those that did, don't you wish you could have seen it live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and Tera (my bro and his wife) drove down from KC on Friday night, then I did a little trick or treating with the kids, before we headed out. We got to Lubbock about 2:00 am, woke up for Gameday at 7:30 am and then hung out at the tailgates and game until about 11:30 pm. Asleep by about 1:30, up by 7:30, and drive home. The longest day/weekend of my life, but well worth it.  And no I did not rush onto the field.  I am way too &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt; for that, and I was too busy high fiving and hugging the complete strangers all around me.  Check out this ariel view of the stadium after the game was over.  Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264981927138650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD5KuvzakI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IASH_5l3_cI/s320/Tech+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I also accepted a new job on Friday before all the trick or treating and trip began.  After 7 years in my current position, I will be changing roles after the first of the year.  I will be moving on to sell immunizations.  My territory will switch to Oklahoma City/North Tulsa, but I am excited about the opportunity.  It is still the same company, GlaxoSmithKine, but a little change in job structure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, as the title says, it was a "good, solid weekend".  Halloween was great with Jeff Gordon and the cutest little pumpkin you have ever seen. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4F8TzFeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-UZWAA7OcXc/s1600-h/DSC_7736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4F8TzFeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-UZWAA7OcXc/s320/DSC_7736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascar man and his sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4FwHCjoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jun6OneV6Y0/s1600-h/DSC_7737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4FwHCjoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/jun6OneV6Y0/s320/DSC_7737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4FkSL6XI/AAAAAAAAAXk/mMlMET4NiL8/s1600-h/DSC_7602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD4FkSL6XI/AAAAAAAAAXk/mMlMET4NiL8/s320/DSC_7602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite kids in the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2193691055791029082?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2193691055791029082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2193691055791029082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2193691055791029082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2193691055791029082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-solid-weekend.html' title='Good, Solid Weekend...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SRD5KuvzakI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IASH_5l3_cI/s72-c/Tech+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1706415525383930176</id><published>2008-10-27T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:49:56.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimatum, that'll fix em...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well, sorry again for the delay between posts. Couple crazy weeks. Nobody cares that I have been in North Carolina for a week. All I keep hearing is, "when are you going to blog again?" So I will catch you up on things, but first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Tech is currently 8-0 and hosting #1 Texas in Lubbock this weekend. &lt;a href="http://collegegameday.com/"&gt;College Gameday &lt;/a&gt;will be there, a million Tech fans, as well as myself. Now this did not come without a price. &lt;a href="http://ispysomethingplaid.blogspot.com/"&gt;Files&lt;/a&gt; called this morning and said &lt;a href="http://ksf-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;his wife &lt;/a&gt;had given him the green light for the weekend trip to Lubbock. I needed very little persuading, but I did need at least a yellow light from my wife. So when I got home I approached the subject. "OK," Ann said with disgust, "but here's the deal." Uh oh, the deal. "If you go, you can only watch two football games per week until the end of the season." It didn't take long to decide that I will be headed home to Lubbock for the weekend. I haven't been back to Tech in 3 or 4 years and who could miss the biggest game in school history? So if you watch the game, look for the goofy looking fool in the black Tech shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, here are some pics since my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb5a7pZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/c832ywh5qng/s1600-h/DSC_7535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb5a7pZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/c832ywh5qng/s320/DSC_7535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Papa took Ella, Amy, Scott, and Ann to the Circus in Tulsa. Unfortunately, I had to stay home with Maggie (and I caught a little football while I was at it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb59FUK9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HuESxr4iIaI/s1600-h/DSC_7530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb59FUK9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HuESxr4iIaI/s320/DSC_7530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie with her cousin Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb6BmoTbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LHuLSBs9OSs/s1600-h/DSC_7467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb6BmoTbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LHuLSBs9OSs/s320/DSC_7467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and Ella at the Pumpkin Patch in Bartlesville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb6TB5-9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fTcto3Y0II8/s1600-h/DSC_7463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb6TB5-9I/AAAAAAAAAXc/fTcto3Y0II8/s320/DSC_7463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie and I got some tickets to the OKC Thunder's first preseason game. He made it until halftime, but that wouldn't have happened without the pack of M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1706415525383930176?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1706415525383930176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1706415525383930176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1706415525383930176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1706415525383930176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultimatum-thatll-fix-em.html' title='Ultimatum, that&apos;ll fix em...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SQZb5a7pZ-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/c832ywh5qng/s72-c/DSC_7535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6362149514461626696</id><published>2008-10-13T19:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:48:36.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SPPl1Ai8hpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_oyyCYOtDL8/s1600-h/DSC_7440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SPPl1Ai8hpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_oyyCYOtDL8/s320/DSC_7440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure she has her moments (what woman doesn't), but this picture tells me one thing. Maggie McNellis is the cutest little girl ever, even with that huge thing on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months Baby Girl. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6362149514461626696?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6362149514461626696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6362149514461626696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6362149514461626696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6362149514461626696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/10/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SPPl1Ai8hpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_oyyCYOtDL8/s72-c/DSC_7440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-504140966771862726</id><published>2008-10-05T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:29:58.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cut Above</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Not to cause any concern, but Maggie has had some issues this past week, and the doctor told us that if it got any worse to head to the ER.  Well, it hasn't gotten any worse, but we decided to visit the ER anyway.  With our other child.  Scottie was overly excited watching what else, NASCAR, and slipped and busted his head on the corner of the speakers by the TV.  Blood came gushing and when we stopped the bleeding, you could almost see his brain through the small hole in his head.  So, off to the ER we went.  He was really good and stopped crying when the blood stopped.  Luckily, they were able to glue it so there won't be major scarring.  Mommy was a little worried about Senior Pictures, but Dad told him scars make a man.  Also, he was able to score the Jimmy Johnson Lowe's car since he was so tough.  Not a bad trade, Jimmy Johnson for a hole in the head.  Isn't parenthood great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrA1D0RI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sKNRvl_ygnI/s1600-h/DSC_7405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrA1D0RI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sKNRvl_ygnI/s320/DSC_7405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes that perfect baby face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrb0_diI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZYnhGBR1Wao/s1600-h/DSC_7406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrb0_diI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZYnhGBR1Wao/s320/DSC_7406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Remember, son, scars make a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrolxn0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/FYEwnxcUXmM/s1600-h/DSC_7410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrolxn0I/AAAAAAAAAW0/FYEwnxcUXmM/s320/DSC_7410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jimmy Johnson, Score!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-504140966771862726?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/504140966771862726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=504140966771862726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/504140966771862726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/504140966771862726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/10/cut-above.html' title='A Cut Above'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOlYrA1D0RI/AAAAAAAAAWk/sKNRvl_ygnI/s72-c/DSC_7405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2564232145276978298</id><published>2008-09-30T16:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:16:12.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Best!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here it is folks. Over the weekend, I actually got away to partake in a round of golf. Not only did I play, but I &lt;em&gt;'played'. &lt;/em&gt;Now keeping in mind that my previous best was 80 (about 5 years ago), let's just say I shattered it. One birdie, four bogeys, and the rest pars for a solid 75. No mulligans, no drops, no nothing, just a legit 75. Now you may think of this as bragging, but please don't. This is pure astonishment. Here's the proof:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOKg3vac1hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8-VeKnye-8o/s1600-h/DSC_7374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOKg3vac1hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8-VeKnye-8o/s400/DSC_7374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2564232145276978298?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2564232145276978298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2564232145276978298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2564232145276978298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2564232145276978298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/personal-best.html' title='Personal Best!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SOKg3vac1hI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8-VeKnye-8o/s72-c/DSC_7374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4204829483199629537</id><published>2008-09-24T07:13:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:15:49.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For your In"FAIR"mation...</title><content type='html'>Well, we did make it to the the Oklahoma State Fair on Friday afternoon/night. From the pictures, you may think it is a Nascar event, but that is just because of our little redneck. Scottie found the Nascar ride and then we stumbled upon the Tony Stewart Home Depot car. Let's just say the majority of our time was taken up with these two things. We did, however, find time to partake in some good state fair grease. We had a great time and Maggie was a champ. In other news, we do have a new roof over our heads, I have run four times since my last post, and I paid $1 to see the world's smallest woman at the fair. Word to the wise, "Don't do this." I was traumatized. This poor woman is just sitting there like a caged animal staring at you. I meant no harm, but felt like a bad human after that little episode. Live and Learn. (But since you want to know, she was very small, but I think 29 inches was false advertising). Here are a few pics from the festivities. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBgMXGYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gy48mYgmLEQ/s1600-h/DSC_7264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBgMXGYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gy48mYgmLEQ/s320/DSC_7264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to start the State Fair than a $3 corndog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBTnkJBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QFqqxqzec4Y/s1600-h/DSC_7279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBTnkJBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QFqqxqzec4Y/s320/DSC_7279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBTnkJBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QFqqxqzec4Y/s1600-h/DSC_7279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBTnkJBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QFqqxqzec4Y/s1600-h/DSC_7279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best looking ladies at the Fair. I know the competition at the Fair isn't great, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFCOUXSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CnBTUpZIloU/s1600-h/DSC_7284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFCOUXSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/CnBTUpZIloU/s160/DSC_7284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFVJZbJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wFJDI2q2-YY/s1600-h/DSC_7299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFVJZbJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wFJDI2q2-YY/s160/DSC_7299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovE-l8vmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aSEMHt2TIl4/s1600-h/DSC_7274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovE-l8vmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/aSEMHt2TIl4/s160/DSC_7274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFWCuKoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zISYNyghm0c/s1600-h/DSC_7296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNovFWCuKoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zISYNyghm0c/s160/DSC_7296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascar Scottie and his friend, Luke, riding the rides. No Dale, Jr. car, so Scottie picked Dale, Sr. and if you can't find Jeff Gordon, at least go for Robbie Gordon's #4 Kodak car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbB9lFLuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ih_xLp0118Q/s1600-h/DSC_7320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbB9lFLuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ih_xLp0118Q/s320/DSC_7320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the Grandmas, here's your little girl after church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4204829483199629537?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4204829483199629537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4204829483199629537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4204829483199629537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4204829483199629537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-your-infair.html' title='For your In&quot;FAIR&quot;mation...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNqbBgMXGYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gy48mYgmLEQ/s72-c/DSC_7264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5604862824496840906</id><published>2008-09-18T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:08:40.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life!</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the delay in posts.  Life is good, just been busy.  Late August/Early September has been a little crazy.  Nothing in particular, but just a lot going on.  I will just give you a short list of happenings since my last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie learned to roll over.  Do 4 month olds do this?  It drives her crazy, but she won't stop doing it&lt;br /&gt;Scott started back to Mother's Day Out&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Football Draft/Dove hunt in Chillicothe, TX&lt;br /&gt;I bought some running shoes, and I even started running&lt;br /&gt;We are getting a new roof, and it is really loud&lt;br /&gt;The Oklahoma City Thunder is our new NBA team&lt;br /&gt;Football started--Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;Three day business meeting in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the jist.  Stay tuned as we are going to the State Fair sometime this week/weekend for some hot grease and good times.  I will post after that.  Until then, OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBkSNpgvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WbPEzyBc9Ho/s1600-h/DSC_7100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469344948585202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBkSNpgvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WbPEzyBc9Ho/s320/DSC_7100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBkj-NHWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NrJ-KCsgySQ/s1600-h/DSC_7108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469349715647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBkj-NHWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NrJ-KCsgySQ/s320/DSC_7108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlEBTeDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/V3A2po4eLjk/s1600-h/DSC_7134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469358318581810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlEBTeDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/V3A2po4eLjk/s320/DSC_7134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlYAJP_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/H7owU7zfby4/s1600-h/DSC_7222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469363682426866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlYAJP_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/H7owU7zfby4/s320/DSC_7222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlitdW7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/1WKHv0jRLx8/s1600-h/DSC_7237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247469366556842930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBlitdW7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/1WKHv0jRLx8/s320/DSC_7237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5604862824496840906?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5604862824496840906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5604862824496840906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5604862824496840906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5604862824496840906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-life.html' title='The Good Life!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SNLBkSNpgvI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WbPEzyBc9Ho/s72-c/DSC_7100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1593990592201796776</id><published>2008-09-03T15:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:31:37.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the way we bowl, we bowl...</title><content type='html'>What a better way to spend Labor Day than heading to the alley to teach Scottie a little bit about bowling. They have this sweet little ramp to help the kids play. Three steps to bowling success: Let Daddy line up the ramp, put the ball on top of the ramp, and push as hard as you can. Scottie was pretty successful and bowled a solid 123 in his first game. He had a great time and I'm sure we will go again. Maybe we have a young &lt;a href="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l121/TheOwner9/PeteWeber.jpg"&gt;Pete Weber&lt;/a&gt; on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Scottie has been bowling, he can officially be classified as a little redneck. As of late, he has gotten really into Nascar too. This has nothing to do with me, because as much of a sports freak as I am, I have never watched Nascar. For whatever reason, he loves it. As a matter of fact, the other night before bed, I asked him who he wanted to pray for, and he said, "Jeff Gordon, Kyle Busch, and Dale Earnhardt, Jr." So fellas, if you are reading this, know that the McNellis family is tossing a few up for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess next week, I will take him deer hunting followed by a little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noodling"&gt;noodling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6VFVKlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vneguFjQDTE/s1600-h/DSC_7081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6VFVKlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vneguFjQDTE/s320/DSC_7081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6Zi4cdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1zacOkETCbw/s1600-h/DSC_7066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6Zi4cdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/1zacOkETCbw/s320/DSC_7066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6tRz1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-btKmiNENU0/s1600-h/DSC_7078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6tRz1vI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/-btKmiNENU0/s320/DSC_7078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof of the little man's success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL71D8ouVQI/AAAAAAAAARI/4PYRwwAwqIc/s1600-h/DSC_7064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL71D8ouVQI/AAAAAAAAARI/4PYRwwAwqIc/s160/DSC_7064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL71DsPA4zI/AAAAAAAAARA/B8plcP9o1VE/s1600-h/DSC_7068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL71DsPA4zI/AAAAAAAAARA/B8plcP9o1VE/s160/DSC_7068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know where Scottie gets it. It's in the genes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1593990592201796776?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1593990592201796776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1593990592201796776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1593990592201796776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1593990592201796776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-way-we-bowl-we-bowl.html' title='This is the way we bowl, we bowl...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SL7y6VFVKlI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vneguFjQDTE/s72-c/DSC_7081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4571200970059055251</id><published>2008-08-29T21:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T07:43:11.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Friends are Friends Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0U8fLLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gw_zJKrs3xo/s1600-h/DSC_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0U8fLLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gw_zJKrs3xo/s320/DSC_7035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today sucked. After six great years, our best friends packed up and moved to Scottsdale. We are going to miss the Andersons dearly. They have been our OKC family and our families have grown together. They've been our 'emergency contact' number, our last minute babysitter, and were first on our 'must call' list. Matt has taken a senior pastor position at &lt;a href="http://www.mcdowellmountainchurch.com/"&gt;McDowell Mountain Community Church&lt;/a&gt; and we are excited for that. I know God has a plan, but He sure didn't ask my opinion on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have truly been blessed with such a special frienship. It's not easy to find a couple where all four people really enjoy each other. We had that with the Andersons. I know change can be good, but I need to be better at accepting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be an easy or fun change, but I guess it's just part of being grown up. We will get to visit and do vacations together, but we will miss the every day things that we enjoyed sharing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wish Matt, Robin, Connor, and Calvin the best as they begin their new journey. We love you guys and we will miss you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0lR3DyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eUvXUzEtJSc/s1600-h/DSC_7004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0lR3DyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eUvXUzEtJSc/s320/DSC_7004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0tzcw_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/_yuE2g_KHBQ/s1600-h/DSC_7002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0tzcw_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/_yuE2g_KHBQ/s320/DSC_7002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gKuWITI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wdVxmn6d484/s1600-h/DSC_6931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144327754522930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gKuWITI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wdVxmn6d484/s200/DSC_6931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gXgdqAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AzBzvWoKJcM/s1600-h/DSC_6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144331185956866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gXgdqAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/AzBzvWoKJcM/s200/DSC_6987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gaI8dlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WAxNRMA1RXI/s1600-h/DSC_6981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144331892618834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gaI8dlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/WAxNRMA1RXI/s200/DSC_6981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gAqD98I/AAAAAAAAAP4/UKsQXYZk5Dc/s1600-h/DSC_6917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144325052200898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gAqD98I/AAAAAAAAAP4/UKsQXYZk5Dc/s200/DSC_6917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gvrQC1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/v7z9I8Qy7pU/s1600-h/DSC_7032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144337673653074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLi7gvrQC1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/v7z9I8Qy7pU/s200/DSC_7032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4571200970059055251?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4571200970059055251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4571200970059055251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4571200970059055251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4571200970059055251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-andersons.html' title='And Friends are Friends Forever...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLir0U8fLLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gw_zJKrs3xo/s72-c/DSC_7035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8087908957184191318</id><published>2008-08-26T15:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:47:38.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Job??</title><content type='html'>Last week at the Lake of the Ozarks, I was awakened by the footsteps of three year olds at about 6:00 in the a.m. Instead of yelling at the top of my lungs, I stepped outside onto the back porch and captured these award winning photos. Now I used to be impressed with Ansel Adams, but now I realize photography is not that tough. You just have to wake up in the morning. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOU2_EpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/L9NHHsfTL84/s1600-h/DSC_6724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOU2_EpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/L9NHHsfTL84/s320/DSC_6724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the lighting as the fishing boat dances on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOfwO8wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3IpUvI4rjHo/s1600-h/DSC_6718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOfwO8wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3IpUvI4rjHo/s320/DSC_6718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmness of the water is so elegant at 6:00 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmO559PAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7cZX5ZqYsOY/s1600-h/DSC_6733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmO559PAI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7cZX5ZqYsOY/s320/DSC_6733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowed down the shutter speed to capture the essence of the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOxLFIXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yEWldStlzmg/s1600-h/DSC_6739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOxLFIXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yEWldStlzmg/s320/DSC_6739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;I wonder if Gettys will be sending the contract soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;Thank you kids for waking me up and helping me find my hidden talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;(And please recognize that the above comments are strictly sarcastic. I have no clue about photography.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8087908957184191318?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8087908957184191318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8087908957184191318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8087908957184191318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8087908957184191318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-job.html' title='Second Job??'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLRmOU2_EpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/L9NHHsfTL84/s72-c/DSC_6724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4474059837920106657</id><published>2008-08-23T07:37:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:30:09.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238166512470048242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG0sKofvfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xYhMen8ujbI/s400/Befort+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last week, we went out of town for a few days and got to see both of our families (except Kev and Tera). We went to Bartlesville because Allen was finished with camp for the summer and Jon, Amy and Ella had come down to see Maggie. We had a great weekend with some golf, swimming, backyard, and some serious food. Scott and Maggie had a good time with their cousin Ella. Scottie also loved the tractor ride he had with Papa on Sunday night. Who knew a riding lawnmower could be so sweet? Now that is some redneck fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS--Congratulations Amy, you made the blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAKARXch9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/KsLhmQB-oOc/s1600-h/DSC_6667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237697366409906130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAKARXch9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/KsLhmQB-oOc/s200/DSC_6667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAI7-E98fI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZV96Vqp7Pfc/s1600-h/DSC_6654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237696193001026034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAI7-E98fI/AAAAAAAAANw/ZV96Vqp7Pfc/s200/DSC_6654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAHS2sFfKI/AAAAAAAAANo/TB8pGi7zxpw/s1600-h/DSC_6559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237694387131350178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLAHS2sFfKI/AAAAAAAAANo/TB8pGi7zxpw/s200/DSC_6559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG6Fo1AV0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/s-62DWEpPiI/s1600-h/DSC_6692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238172447630448450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG6Fo1AV0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/s-62DWEpPiI/s200/DSC_6692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we drove up to the Lake of the Ozarks where Ryan and Emily had rented a place for the week. Ann, Emily, and Mom went to the spa on Tuesday. Then on Wednesday, Ry's bro-in-law, Dad, Ry, and I went on a catfish guided tour. The fishing wasn't great as we only caught five, but we had a good time. The guide said the 70 degree August weather jacks with the fish. Scottie had a great time with Ava and Quin on the boat and playing around the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLDZQYjqnEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wHVlegmTdIQ/s1600-h/DSC_6756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237925242125065282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLDZQYjqnEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wHVlegmTdIQ/s200/DSC_6756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLDZggoy2WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WeGHv8rq8Lw/s1600-h/DSC_6799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237925519171967330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLDZggoy2WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WeGHv8rq8Lw/s200/DSC_6799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG6gz3ABRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/j4CSV5rvsOg/s1600-h/DSC_6762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238172914448074002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG6gz3ABRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/j4CSV5rvsOg/s200/DSC_6762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 5 days away from home, we got back Wednesday night about 1:00 am. Although we had a great week, Thursday was a good day of recovery. (I am officially old now that I need a recovery day after vacation) I went back to work Friday and as the song says, we were "back to life, back to reality."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4474059837920106657?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4474059837920106657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4474059837920106657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4474059837920106657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4474059837920106657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-circus.html' title='The Family Circus'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG0sKofvfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xYhMen8ujbI/s72-c/Befort+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-199083896027941662</id><published>2008-08-14T21:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:38:13.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SKUIJlQahmI/AAAAAAAAANg/X4RHf7JBfM0/s1600-h/DSC_6555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234599102600873570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SKUIJlQahmI/AAAAAAAAANg/X4RHf7JBfM0/s400/DSC_6555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of my 31st birthday, I will let you in on 31 of my life secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I'm not a big fan of vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;30. I have a fingernail cutting obsession.&lt;br /&gt;29. My throat itches after I eat cantaloupe, watermelon, and tree nuts.&lt;br /&gt;28. I have only lived in three states. Missouri, Texas, and Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;27. I have a sports sickness. Basketball, Football, Golf, Baseball, UFC, badminton, Slamball, Tennis. It doesn't matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;26. My outfit of choice is shorts, long-sleeve T, and flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;25. I'm too critical of people.&lt;br /&gt;24. I don't feel that I'm great at anything, but decent at quite a few things.&lt;br /&gt;23. I don't read enough.&lt;br /&gt;22. I'd rather watch a Division II football game on TV than my favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;21. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior when I was 18.&lt;br /&gt;20. My favorite color is red, but it used to be green.&lt;br /&gt;19. I met my wife when I was 15, we started dating at 17, and got married at 23.&lt;br /&gt;18. I need to be more serious more often.&lt;br /&gt;17. Sweet tea is really good.&lt;br /&gt;16. I wish I would have finished my thesis in grad school. Actually, I wish somebody else would have finished my thesis for me.&lt;br /&gt;15. I spend too much time online.&lt;br /&gt;14. Little League baseball was the most fun I ever had playing sports.&lt;br /&gt;13. If I went to college now, I would major in Finance.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate small talk and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish I was more handy around the house.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate getting dressed up, but I have to wear a shirt and tie every freakin day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Texas Country is my music of choice.&lt;br /&gt;8. I worked as a camp counselor for two summers in college.&lt;br /&gt;7. My lucky numbers are 4, 7, 14, 22, 33, 36, and 58.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love my Texas Tech Red Raiders, but I am never very confident in them.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't think there is such thing as a 'dream job' for me. Dream and Job don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;4. My wife is the smart, gifted, good looking one in our family. Thank goodness our kids take after her.&lt;br /&gt;3. I consider myself a pretty laid back fella.&lt;br /&gt;2. Late spring/early summer is the best time of year.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm glad this list is over, I was having trouble thinking of things about me. For next year, I need to work on being more intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me, From me. Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-199083896027941662?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/199083896027941662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=199083896027941662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/199083896027941662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/199083896027941662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SKUIJlQahmI/AAAAAAAAANg/X4RHf7JBfM0/s72-c/DSC_6555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2593604286044269056</id><published>2008-08-04T08:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:36:03.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while Ann was at the movie, Scottie and I were continuing to work on his potty training. After holding himself for a solid five minutes, and sitting on the pot with three false alarms, he finally managed to take a leak. Here's the conversation that took place after he finished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Scott I am so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott: Thank you Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Now let's go to McDonald's and celebrate how good you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott: OK Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Scottie, you are doing so good being potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott: uh huh, I'm like Thomas the Train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Yep, exactly, now let's go to McDonald's.  (Different uses for the word "train" there buddy, but we can discuss nouns and verbs later.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2593604286044269056?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2593604286044269056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2593604286044269056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2593604286044269056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2593604286044269056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7036385851756006831</id><published>2008-08-02T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:34:07.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a POTTY goin on right here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SJR8kQ3pxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/bF48hFqaZaE/s1600-h/DSC_6451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229942029729514642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SJR8kQ3pxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/bF48hFqaZaE/s400/DSC_6451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right, the time is here. Scott's parents are finally ready for the potty training adventure. When Scottie woke up yesterday, there was a treasure box on the table. Every time he goes on his Scottie potty, he gets a 'special treat' out of the box. So far he has gotten two suckers, two candy bars, and some Cars stickers. Too bad he couldn't sleep last night because of the sugar high.  Right now, we are five for five. Not one accident yet.  I think he was more ready for this deal than we were. What a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7036385851756006831?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7036385851756006831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7036385851756006831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7036385851756006831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7036385851756006831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-potty-goin-on-right-here.html' title='There&apos;s a POTTY goin on right here!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SJR8kQ3pxJI/AAAAAAAAANY/bF48hFqaZaE/s72-c/DSC_6451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6200229843492971586</id><published>2008-07-29T07:44:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:20:14.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication and Puzzles</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long delay between blogs. Things have been pretty calm and quiet (which is good), but we haven't had much going on that I deemed blogable. But, this past Sunday our church had a baby dedication for Maggie (and 15 other babies). This means we are dedicating ourselves, our family, and our church to help raise Maggie in a Christ-centered home. Great challenge with an even greater reward. Grandma, Papa, Grammy and Pops all made it down for the big day and we had fun celebrating a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WZ41WqEI/AAAAAAAAANA/3d7qt2Cjlys/s1600-h/DSC_6436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228422326409144386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WZ41WqEI/AAAAAAAAANA/3d7qt2Cjlys/s320/DSC_6436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WZ41WqEI/AAAAAAAAANA/3d7qt2Cjlys/s1600-h/DSC_6436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8UEg5QW7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z2xYpMnUPnQ/s1600-h/DSC_6430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419760182549426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8UEg5QW7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Z2xYpMnUPnQ/s320/DSC_6430.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8TkP5OBbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AuTIWd8-uMQ/s1600-h/DSC_6412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419205863179698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8TkP5OBbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AuTIWd8-uMQ/s200/DSC_6412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8X5YHyg7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/amj35x8IfPE/s1600-h/DSC_6438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423966895539122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8X5YHyg7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/amj35x8IfPE/s200/DSC_6438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8TySVFG-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ICzAKj2uaz0/s1600-h/DSC_6421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228419447035075554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8TySVFG-I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ICzAKj2uaz0/s200/DSC_6421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8SbrAmzhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cqZB4U_oKDM/s1600-h/DSC_6406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228417959011470866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8SbrAmzhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cqZB4U_oKDM/s200/DSC_6406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud Big Bro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is Scottie showing off the puzzles he does all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WsYI2q8I/AAAAAAAAANI/9VQCnJTyjsU/s1600-h/DSC_6393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228422644050078658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WsYI2q8I/AAAAAAAAANI/9VQCnJTyjsU/s320/DSC_6393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta give equal time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6200229843492971586?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6200229843492971586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6200229843492971586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6200229843492971586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6200229843492971586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/dedication.html' title='Dedication and Puzzles'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SI8WZ41WqEI/AAAAAAAAANA/3d7qt2Cjlys/s72-c/DSC_6436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-1879537794173381874</id><published>2008-07-17T15:43:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:47:00.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Just Stand There, Bust a Move!</title><content type='html'>Recently, Scottie asked us if we wanted to see 'his move'. Not knowing what he meant, we said, "sure." Here's what we got. Gotta admit, pretty sweet. I'm trying to alter his moves a little, so it looks more like the heisman, but he said it is more Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wdxgTrII/AAAAAAAAALg/kEEsJV86Jec/s1600-h/DSC_6376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224088118324604034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wdxgTrII/AAAAAAAAALg/kEEsJV86Jec/s320/DSC_6376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wLlL3Z6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BAYY4RimieA/s1600-h/DSC_6373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224087805779994530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wLlL3Z6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/BAYY4RimieA/s320/DSC_6373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wV1f9rnI/AAAAAAAAALY/O-LSq1f32HU/s1600-h/DSC_6375.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-v1ZkeDTI/AAAAAAAAALA/XY782loZiig/s1600-h/DSC_6372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224087424704843058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-v1ZkeDTI/AAAAAAAAALA/XY782loZiig/s320/DSC_6372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wAa1D6RI/AAAAAAAAALI/FSFlNd-7Qr0/s1600-h/DSC_6374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224087614021429522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wAa1D6RI/AAAAAAAAALI/FSFlNd-7Qr0/s320/DSC_6374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie keeps appreciating life more and more every day. So do we now that we are sleeping. She's been really good at night, going from about 11:00 til 8:00. Sleep is good, I don't care who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple recent pics showing how happy she is to be a part of this family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-yWPr8g2I/AAAAAAAAALw/dGSz9FuI6M8/s1600-h/DSC_6328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224090188010783586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-yWPr8g2I/AAAAAAAAALw/dGSz9FuI6M8/s320/DSC_6328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-yIyR-Z-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ybsf1E_-DrA/s1600-h/DSC_6354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224089956778928098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-yIyR-Z-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ybsf1E_-DrA/s320/DSC_6354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-1879537794173381874?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1879537794173381874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=1879537794173381874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1879537794173381874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/1879537794173381874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-just-stand-there-bust-move.html' title='Don&apos;t Just Stand There, Bust a Move!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SH-wdxgTrII/AAAAAAAAALg/kEEsJV86Jec/s72-c/DSC_6376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5474467857420620758</id><published>2008-07-07T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:06:35.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHKFTRm2itI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W47mPlA4-bk/s1600-h/DSC_6296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220381484266195666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHKFTRm2itI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W47mPlA4-bk/s400/DSC_6296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I realize why Maggie has all of her pictures taken in the Pink Boppy. That thing is really comfortable. After a good holiday weekend, we capped it off with a nice afternoon nap. What's more American than that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5474467857420620758?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5474467857420620758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5474467857420620758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5474467857420620758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5474467857420620758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-afternoon-nap.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Nap'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHKFTRm2itI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W47mPlA4-bk/s72-c/DSC_6296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-118424322099379028</id><published>2008-07-06T20:47:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:41:50.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America, and three day weekends!</title><content type='html'>We started off the holiday weekend with a neighborhood parade. Scottie decorated his bike and joined in with the 4000 other kids (ok it wasn't 4000, but it sure seemed like it) to follow the fire truck around the block. We stuck around down at the pool to see the moon bounce, tattoos, playground, and 4000 other kids. At about noon, it was time to get home to have lunch and start getting ready for our party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF5THuI4-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpItC40m8Q4/s1600-h/DSC_6215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220086812496159714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF5THuI4-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpItC40m8Q4/s200/DSC_6215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4nka17RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IUSVdd8vILs/s1600-h/DSC_6214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220086064285609234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4nka17RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IUSVdd8vILs/s200/DSC_6214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHGB6Eg8RSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WHcTEf45Flw/s1600-h/DSC_6212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220096277743420706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHGB6Eg8RSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WHcTEf45Flw/s200/DSC_6212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4v-dubnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YM7-BRr7T-4/s1600-h/DSC_6216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220086208715976306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4v-dubnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YM7-BRr7T-4/s200/DSC_6216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are two, hot little firecrackers getting ready for the 4th of July. Notice, Maggie can take pictures without the pink boppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF5GMw4xjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/s9nJbx76ZBg/s1600-h/DSC_6236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220086590511564338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF5GMw4xjI/AAAAAAAAAKg/s9nJbx76ZBg/s200/DSC_6236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF47CphiuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aZVv-9NbtqM/s1600-h/DSC_6230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220086398817766114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF47CphiuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aZVv-9NbtqM/s200/DSC_6230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 6:30, we had a group of friends over for our own little 4th of July party. Our neighborhood does a really good fireworks show, and you can see them great from our driveway, so it works out really good. This was the second year we have had our 'little' party and we had a great time again. I mean how does a party with 20 kids under the age of 7 not have fun written all over it? Add in 18 adults, a moon bounce, a slip and slide, a blow-up basketball goal, and a playground, and it was happy independence for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4ZqcIsYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dO9BCNmVQvU/s1600-h/DSC_6252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085825383477634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4ZqcIsYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dO9BCNmVQvU/s320/DSC_6252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our backyard turned into complete chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4NSCki2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AzsazcPnZ7s/s1600-h/DSC_6283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220085612675369826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF4NSCki2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AzsazcPnZ7s/s320/DSC_6283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 kids under the age of 7, what are we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF2L8PwyjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NQaQa04N_JU/s1600-h/DSC_6286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220083390621993522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF2L8PwyjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NQaQa04N_JU/s320/DSC_6286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 of our closest friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 4th of July.  Hope you had a great long weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-118424322099379028?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/118424322099379028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=118424322099379028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/118424322099379028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/118424322099379028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-bless-america-and-three-day.html' title='God Bless America, and three day weekends!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SHF5THuI4-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/bpItC40m8Q4/s72-c/DSC_6215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-5599580735437769713</id><published>2008-07-04T07:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:54:10.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Kiddie, Kiddie, Kiddie Park</title><content type='html'>Happy Fourth of July. Gotta catch up on some blogging so I will post July 4th pics this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we headed up to Bartlesville for a little break from the monotony, a golf tournament for me, and an extra hand from Grandma and Papa. Ann and the kids had gone up on Monday after Scottie and I had gotten sick. I stayed home and Ann took the kids so Maggie wouldn't get anything (thankfully she stayed pretty healthy). I went up Thursday, and of course we headed to 'Kiddie Park'. Now for those that don't know Kiddie Park, it is the best bargain in America. We did tons of rides, and were there for about 2 hours. It cost us 8 bucks. That's right 25 cents a ride, except roller coaster and train are 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4ZdEgxY3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2kaFG_b7wLw/s1600-h/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137005387080562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4ZdEgxY3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2kaFG_b7wLw/s200/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Y5b0HNgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZHdH0aWIBE4/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219136393166927362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Y5b0HNgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZHdH0aWIBE4/s200/IMG_0731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4YV95yYZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vrMrQPk3cVA/s1600-h/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219135783842242962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4YV95yYZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vrMrQPk3cVA/s200/IMG_0730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4YJXUVUDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qP689jv7AfY/s1600-h/IMG_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219135567326171186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4YJXUVUDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qP689jv7AfY/s200/IMG_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie loves him some Kiddie Park, plus he got Mom and Dad by themselves since Maggie was home with Grandma and Papa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Xq6OJNxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cjLPfw8QJ8w/s1600-h/IMG_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219135044119508754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Xq6OJNxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cjLPfw8QJ8w/s320/IMG_0737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4XOxenP6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BlVM3wdnpy8/s1600-h/IMG_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219134560736329634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4XOxenP6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/BlVM3wdnpy8/s320/IMG_0707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Mom and Dad have a great time at Kiddie Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Z9oiC7WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1VO92Dzfgx8/s1600-h/IMG_0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219137564811914594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4Z9oiC7WI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1VO92Dzfgx8/s320/IMG_0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight of the night has to be that Napoleon Dynamite was working the Ferris Wheel. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4aYuk_1EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FWIPMoiqHiY/s1600-h/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219138030291375170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4aYuk_1EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FWIPMoiqHiY/s320/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--On a side note, we found out this week that the Seattle Sonics will be moving to OKC for next year. Too bad they will stink for the first few years, but I am still a fan. Don't know the new name and colors, but that will be announced shortly.  Just what I need, another sporting event to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-5599580735437769713?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5599580735437769713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=5599580735437769713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5599580735437769713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/5599580735437769713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-kiddie-kiddie-kiddie-park.html' title='Here Kiddie, Kiddie, Kiddie Park'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SG4ZdEgxY3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/2kaFG_b7wLw/s72-c/IMG_0726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-954492234734039903</id><published>2008-07-02T22:11:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:53:22.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in Miracles?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the long delay between blog posts, but I will try to make up for it in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a somewhat difficult first month for Maggie, we have experienced a 'Miracle'. She had a weight check at 5 weeks and we found out she wasn't getting enough to eat. So we started feeding her more and we were referred to the 'Miracle Blanket' by some friends of ours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxHtPtecUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_-Q9jJp0qg8/s1600-h/DSC_6180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218624910852518210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxHtPtecUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_-Q9jJp0qg8/s200/DSC_6180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxIHWZnsNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mgG4QRTVoP4/s1600-h/DSC_6186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218625359324885202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxIHWZnsNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mgG4QRTVoP4/s200/DSC_6186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure, to the common man, it looks like a baby straight jacket. However, to parents of a newborn, it is exactly what the name says, a 'Miracle Blanket'. It has some nice comfortable arm restraints and gives a nice triple wrap which make for the perfect baby burrito. Plus it says on the package that there is a 100% guarantee. We are believers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxIWl9nUWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uXIPmKGHrRY/s1600-h/DSC_6188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218625621200425314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxIWl9nUWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uXIPmKGHrRY/s200/DSC_6188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxI_tsnOTI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dg_pWaithV0/s1600-h/DSC_6190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218626327651236146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxI_tsnOTI/AAAAAAAAAII/Dg_pWaithV0/s200/DSC_6190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxJ2w9c9lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qIozK_eszpI/s1600-h/DSC_6182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218627273419978322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxJ2w9c9lI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qIozK_eszpI/s200/DSC_6182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we have her somewhat figured out now. She is gaining more weight and seems a lot more content during the day. She even slept from 10:45 until 7:15 the last two days. Let's hope I didn't just jinx us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No denying that my little Mag will be breaking hearts with this smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxLE9lQMBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0a8ZOetwpm8/s1600-h/IMG_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218628616837935122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxLE9lQMBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0a8ZOetwpm8/s320/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is every picture of Maggie in the pink boppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxKWZEtOzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IRMmds7uwHA/s1600-h/DSC_6193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218627816763767602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxKWZEtOzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/IRMmds7uwHA/s320/DSC_6193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxKyKJ2TiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JusPH8QN3vU/s1600-h/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218628293795139106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxKyKJ2TiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JusPH8QN3vU/s320/IMG_0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this outfit? &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-954492234734039903?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/954492234734039903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=954492234734039903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/954492234734039903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/954492234734039903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-believe-in-miracles.html' title='Do you believe in Miracles?'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SGxHtPtecUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_-Q9jJp0qg8/s72-c/DSC_6180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6007740629240676138</id><published>2008-06-16T16:21:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:07:08.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not Dad's Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212599593165461394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbftmL5F5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6IHaTXdb9CA/s400/DSC_6124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to understand why we call it 'Father's day'. I mean do you call your Dad, Father? I sure don't. I call him Dad. Scottie calls me Daddy. I'm not a priest here. As a matter of fact, I cannot tell you one person who calls their male parental figure 'father'. So why Father's Day? Why not Dad's day or Daddy's day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None the less, I am extremely grateful and blessed to be Scott and Maggie's Dad. Sure it has it's challenges, but they are few and far between. Those challenges are an afterthought to the fun and excitement that fatherhood brings. Aha, there it was, I said 'father'. Maybe there is reasoning behind Father's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I look forward to the future of being Dad/Daddy to Scott, Maggie, and any others that come along. I had a great 'Father's Day 2008', but I think from this moment forward, we will call it Dad's Day in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please let me know if you call your Dad, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbhVLqIwJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BKOWjeSq4-E/s1600-h/DSC_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212601372750954642" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbhVLqIwJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BKOWjeSq4-E/s320/DSC_6130.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbhfrdQqDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TwR0cjkxf-k/s1600-h/DSC_6137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212601553085573170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbhfrdQqDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TwR0cjkxf-k/s320/DSC_6137.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry, but this is not a 'Father'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6007740629240676138?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6007740629240676138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6007740629240676138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6007740629240676138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6007740629240676138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-not-dads-day.html' title='Why not Dad&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SFbftmL5F5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/6IHaTXdb9CA/s72-c/DSC_6124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6358076116267812698</id><published>2008-06-10T22:38:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:44:16.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash--McNellis Style</title><content type='html'>June 10, 2008--A one month old and a three year old. Boy am I getting old. Today was a non-stop party at the McNellis house. Scottie woke up to a house filled with Cars decor and asked "is Daddy coming home yet" forty five times because he would get to open his presents when I got here. So as soon as I got home, he got his wish. Gotta get our picture with the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9PYbtsU_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k9lJ1PrjryM/s1600-h/DSC_6032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210470575065814002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9PYbtsU_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k9lJ1PrjryM/s320/DSC_6032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9PizUjaII/AAAAAAAAAFY/u2KVCAM3mNU/s1600-h/DSC_6035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210470753201514626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9PizUjaII/AAAAAAAAAFY/u2KVCAM3mNU/s320/DSC_6035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he opened was a new baseball glove. Guess we better get started working on that slider and circle change-up. Or maybe first, we should understand the concept that we don't throw the ball with our glove hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471473222357874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9QMtm5k3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/tohT8SOXsnE/s200/DSC_6022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was a new tractor to dig in the sandbox. Specifically, an excavator, because Scottie has a major infatuation with excavators. This is one of those things you learn with kids, because pre-Scott, I had no idea what an excavator was. Praise God for google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210472027478449858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9Qs-X2XsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/gYB_AmY9Umw/s200/DSC_6025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, he got the sweetest Cars racetrack ever. They didn't make them like this in my day. Battery operated, sends those cars for a serious ride. As you can see, I am somewhat jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9QhzgWrWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/22QJsjRyx-c/s1600-h/DSC_6027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210471835582770530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9QhzgWrWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/22QJsjRyx-c/s200/DSC_6027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9RfBhYEGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SEsfGYuN_Mo/s1600-h/DSC_6086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210472887317172322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9RfBhYEGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SEsfGYuN_Mo/s200/DSC_6086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we had over a bunch of Scottie's friends (four families) for a big backyard bash. He got some great gifts, had some Cars cupcakes, and played in the backyard. Besides a few altercations with his best friend, Calvin (these are not unusual, at least one per meeting), we had a great time. Everyone left for home and we played with our new toys a little longer before bed. And in case you're worried, Scott and Calvin made-up and are still best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9OGsz6LdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kmHhMUFPrpg/s1600-h/DSC_6063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210469170906017234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9OGsz6LdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kmHhMUFPrpg/s320/DSC_6063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9RvVRasEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DOrulIid3ro/s1600-h/DSC_6037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210473167496851522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9RvVRasEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DOrulIid3ro/s200/DSC_6037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9R81hf1II/AAAAAAAAAGY/Yfm7ASamabQ/s1600-h/DSC_6079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210473399492531330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9R81hf1II/AAAAAAAAAGY/Yfm7ASamabQ/s200/DSC_6079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, what's a party without a one month old. Maggie hit one month today. After such a big day, she was ready to call it a day. Too bad she didn't and is still awake with me. Hope she goes to bed tonight. Happy one month birthday Honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9SJGFk3RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CBEbtB6Htpw/s1600-h/DSC_6091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210473610097253650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9SJGFk3RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CBEbtB6Htpw/s320/DSC_6091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9OfOBzgXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FWbpOhhbwKw/s1600-h/DSC_6091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6358076116267812698?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6358076116267812698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6358076116267812698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6358076116267812698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6358076116267812698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-bash-mcnellis-style.html' title='Birthday Bash--McNellis Style'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SE9PYbtsU_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k9lJ1PrjryM/s72-c/DSC_6032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4504065623672235470</id><published>2008-06-06T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:54:20.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston, We Have A Problem!</title><content type='html'>After a crazy weekend and a busy week at work, I am back in the blogosphere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that don't know, we made a ridiculous decision to drive to Houston for my younger brother's wedding last weekend. Yes, I know Maggie was three weeks old, but we successfully made it to and from Houston without much drama. We do, however, continue to pray that Maggie didn't catch anything while we were away. She was a great traveler and slept as long as the car was moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived Friday and did a little swimming before getting ready for the Friday night McNellis/Stamper family dinner at Babin's down on the Kemah Boardwalk. The food was really good and then we stuck around for a merry-go-round ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoCZHE07RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTi_jP0UnEs/s1600-h/DSC_5861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208978549426679058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoCZHE07RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTi_jP0UnEs/s200/DSC_5861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoC7k3zXyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4WN3YJgy0jA/s1600-h/DSC_5858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208979141540667170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoC7k3zXyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4WN3YJgy0jA/s200/DSC_5858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was absolutely awesome and we had a great time. I am glad we went and I am forever indebted to Ann's parents for coming with us to watch Maggie. Kevin and Tera got married on a wedding cruise. It was on a 15o foot yacht and everything (wedding, reception, etc) was onboard. Good food, good friends, good music/dancing, good (hot) wedding, great couple, great time. Good decision, Kev and Tera, we were glad we could be a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoDb2TpJwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BhhgwSZnqIg/s1600-h/DSC_5949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208979695976654594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoDb2TpJwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BhhgwSZnqIg/s200/DSC_5949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFUfbIaUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ybaoQyeYN0o/s1600-h/DSC_5940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208981768598219074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFUfbIaUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ybaoQyeYN0o/s200/DSC_5940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFOjsC_vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c-Q4PI4osS8/s1600-h/DSC_5880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208981666663694066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFOjsC_vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/c-Q4PI4osS8/s200/DSC_5880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the reception was on the top deck of the boat and it was pretty much dominated by Scottie and his cousins, Ava and Quin. He may get his looks from his mom, but his dance moves are all dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFB_Pm69I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6qFZczJVfko/s1600-h/DSC_5871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208981450722307026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFB_Pm69I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6qFZczJVfko/s200/DSC_5871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFd63X-cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W1T6wyRd970/s1600-h/DSC_5988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208981930583259586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFd63X-cI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W1T6wyRd970/s200/DSC_5988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFY6ODgbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qAMVex6QZV8/s1600-h/DSC_5965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208981844510605746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoFY6ODgbI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qAMVex6QZV8/s200/DSC_5965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the trip was a success. The hardest part was traveling all day Sunday and not having any recovery time after such an eventful weekend. Then add the fact that a new boss rode with me on Tuesday and Wednesday, and let's just say I am glad the weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the long post but it was a big week, there will be more next week as Scottie turns 3 and Maggie hits 1 month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4504065623672235470?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4504065623672235470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4504065623672235470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4504065623672235470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4504065623672235470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/06/houston-we-have-problem.html' title='Houston, We Have A Problem!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SEoCZHE07RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hTi_jP0UnEs/s72-c/DSC_5861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-460852885860004772</id><published>2008-05-26T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:08:56.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day or Groundhog Day???</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day is a day to remember those that have passed.  Well fortunately for me, that list is not very long.  So to me Memorial Day means three day weekend.  Many people spend Memorial Day at the lake, with friends and family, or maybe having a cookout.  But how do parents of a newborn spend Memorial Day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those that have seen the movie Groundhog Day, you will understand this.  We will spend today just like we have spent every day for the last two weeks.  It begins between 6:30 am and 7:00 am with Maggie not being able to fall asleep after she eats.  Then Scott will roll out between 8:00 and 8:30.  He will want his breakfast of pancake, rice krispies, and strawberries.  Feed Maggie.  Change Maggie.  Mom showers and gets dressed.  Feed Maggie.  Change Maggie.  Scott will play on his playground.  Time for lunch.   Feed Maggie.  Change Maggie.  Scott plays a little more.  Scott goes down for nap.  Feed Maggie.  Change Maggie.  Dad showers and gets dressed.  Scott wakes up and has a snack.  Scott goes outside for a little more playing.  Feed Maggie. Change Maggie.  Time for dinner.  Get Scott dressed for the day (sure its after dinner, but never too late).  Go down the street to the park to see what the weather is like.  Come home.  Feed Maggie. Change Maggie.  Get Scott ready for bed (sure would have been easier to just keep him in his jammies).  Read books to Scott and get him to bed.  Feed Maggie.  Change Maggie.  Put her down about 10:00 or 10:30.  Ann goes to bed.  I catch a little Sportscenter or NBA playoffs and off to bed.  Wake up call in 4 hours to feed Maggie.  Day is done and what a success.  Boy did that feel like yesterday and the day before, and the day before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that this is a short period of time in the big scheme of things.  It will only be a few weeks and I will be able to tell you what day of the week it is or what I did yesterday.  Enjoy the moment, right?  So as you enjoy your day-off, if you think about us, just know there is a pretty good chance Maggie is being fed or changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, enjoy your Memorial Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-460852885860004772?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/460852885860004772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=460852885860004772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/460852885860004772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/460852885860004772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-or-groundhog-day.html' title='Memorial Day or Groundhog Day???'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-6611379455260477089</id><published>2008-05-21T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:02:13.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of PINK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well our house has officially been invaded by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;...Before little Maggie, I could have counted on one hand how many things were &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; in our house (and none of them belonged to Scott or I). From &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; boppy to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; blankets to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; socks to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; paint to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; clothes, everything is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have a problem with this at all, but it is just absolutely amazing how &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; our house became with the addition of one baby girl. I don't feel like our house became blue when we had Scott. I guess that is just a part of having a girl. Again, not a problem, just an observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far girls are pretty simple, just keep it &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203024618181487554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTbUsxR68I/AAAAAAAAADE/KjjY4zzYqxM/s320/IMG_0542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203025429930306530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTcD8xR6-I/AAAAAAAAADU/mCLb1nerFAY/s320/100_1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of equal time, here is a little update on Scottie. The birth of his sister has helped Scottie score some pretty sweet gifts of his own. My co-workers got Scottie a set of water guns and we had a little backyard war this afternoon. Needless to say, I dominated this particular battle since Scott's little fingers can't squeeze the trigger yet. But hey, a win is a win. After getting out of his wet clothes, we snapped a couple shots to capture the moment. I gotta get this kid on a weight lifting program. Better hope he's fast, because he ain't gonna outmuscle anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTbsMxR69I/AAAAAAAAADM/MNdjynMgB3M/s1600-h/DSC_5662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203025021908413394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTbsMxR69I/AAAAAAAAADM/MNdjynMgB3M/s320/DSC_5662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026585276509170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s320/DSC_5669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdcsxR7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/OCxJF8h3Kgg/s1600-h/DSC_5689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203026954643696642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdcsxR7AI/AAAAAAAAADk/OCxJF8h3Kgg/s320/DSC_5689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTh3sxR7BI/AAAAAAAAADs/jsk3sEOSQ40/s1600-h/DSC_5680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203031816546675730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTh3sxR7BI/AAAAAAAAADs/jsk3sEOSQ40/s320/DSC_5680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTdHMxR6_I/AAAAAAAAADc/qHrKY-slDfk/s1600-h/DSC_5669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-6611379455260477089?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6611379455260477089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=6611379455260477089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6611379455260477089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/6611379455260477089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-love-of-pink.html' title='For the love of PINK...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SDTbUsxR68I/AAAAAAAAADE/KjjY4zzYqxM/s72-c/IMG_0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-70518623971963382</id><published>2008-05-17T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:45:53.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjustment Period</title><content type='html'>So Friday morning, Ann's parents left and we think Scottie has now figured out that he is going to have to share our time. Take lunch as an example. This is what he looked like today while Ann and I were eating our lunch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC8_DBIXzsI/AAAAAAAAACI/co_-L5z0fR0/s1600-h/DSC_5636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201445415711919810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC8_DBIXzsI/AAAAAAAAACI/co_-L5z0fR0/s320/DSC_5636.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think deep down he is really glad Maggie is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC8_vxIXztI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YQziRlqavDc/s1600-h/DSC_5611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201446184511065810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC8_vxIXztI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YQziRlqavDc/s320/DSC_5611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC9AqhIXzuI/AAAAAAAAACY/fWf_cJDZbqE/s1600-h/DSC_5623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201447193828380386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC9AqhIXzuI/AAAAAAAAACY/fWf_cJDZbqE/s320/DSC_5623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Maggie's first week I thought it would be appropriate to post seven gems from the her first seven days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Obviously, Maggie was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I got an extreme closeup of the hardwood floors when Dr. E broke Ann's water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Scottie asked Ann if Maggie was kissing her when she was feeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Scottie has all of a sudden started calling me dah-dah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The number of Maggie's diaper changes is getting pretty close to equalling the number of breaths I've taken in the last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Good food all week.  As Ann starts to not look pregnant, I am starting &lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; look pregnant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love the way Ann looks at 3:30 in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In honor of one week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201451140903325426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC9EQRIXzvI/AAAAAAAAACg/pvsl8f4_0to/s320/DSC_5626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-70518623971963382?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/70518623971963382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=70518623971963382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/70518623971963382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/70518623971963382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/adjustment-period.html' title='Adjustment Period'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SC8_DBIXzsI/AAAAAAAAACI/co_-L5z0fR0/s72-c/DSC_5636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-4652701827491493738</id><published>2008-05-14T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:58:06.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sleep, Where Art Thou??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCuKVxIXzrI/AAAAAAAAACA/nceR-iVz3go/s1600-h/DSC_5598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402301299707570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCuKVxIXzrI/AAAAAAAAACA/nceR-iVz3go/s320/DSC_5598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how cute a newborn baby can be when she is sleeping. I mean how in the world can you look at her and not think she is the most precious thing in the world? Well, had you asked us 12 hours ago, we would have told you that this picture would never be taken. After waking up with dad following the Hornets beating the Spurs, little Maggie decided to not fall asleep again until approximately 5:30 a.m. So about the time we think we are doomed with a non-sleeper, she takes an afternoon nap like this and reminds us just how perfect she really is. Isn't life a roller coaster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and by the way, I've been meaning to post this. Just because we now have a boy and girl, that doesn't mean the first question out of your mouth should be, "so now you guys are done?" That's like asking a newlywed when the kids are coming. It's just about the most annoying thing you can ask. So, not talking to anyone in particular, let us enjoy the moment, and we don't have an answer to that question right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to a peaceful night's sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-4652701827491493738?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/4652701827491493738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=4652701827491493738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4652701827491493738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/4652701827491493738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-sleep-where-art-thou.html' title='O Sleep, Where Art Thou??'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCuKVxIXzrI/AAAAAAAAACA/nceR-iVz3go/s72-c/DSC_5598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-7296218336789401573</id><published>2008-05-12T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:13:57.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie is Home!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCj0BxIXzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zq4kCS0ieyg/s1600-h/DSC_5575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199674081004736082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCj0BxIXzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zq4kCS0ieyg/s320/DSC_5575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCj0ohIXzmI/AAAAAAAAABY/OxQ2nNJdEV8/s1600-h/DSC_5579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199674746724666978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCj0ohIXzmI/AAAAAAAAABY/OxQ2nNJdEV8/s320/DSC_5579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie's first day to come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you've seen the most beautiful baby in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-7296218336789401573?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7296218336789401573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=7296218336789401573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7296218336789401573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/7296218336789401573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/maggie-is-home.html' title='Maggie is Home!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCj0BxIXzlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zq4kCS0ieyg/s72-c/DSC_5575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-2111888541957813647</id><published>2008-05-11T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:44:49.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World, Maggie is here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie Ann McNellis &lt;/strong&gt;arrived on May 10, 2008 at 3:05. She was 7 lbs. 14 oz. and is 20 inches long. After a little concern with wet lungs, that forced her to spend yesterday in the 'special care' unit, Maggie is now in our room and eating/sleeping great. We will be going home tomorrow and looking forward to our lives as a family of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pics of the Big Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199216705642417618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdUDBIXzdI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EVrpUiLR5HM/s320/DSC_5443.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is her first picture. What a cruel world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199217822333914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdVEBIXzeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5L5XB1Sowx8/s320/DSC_5452.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Look it's my mommy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218384974630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdVkxIXzfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/RVuKanU2MRw/s320/DSC_5466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peaceful sleep in the 'Special Care' room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199219480191290882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdWkhIXzgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DKxHldwL87c/s320/DSC_5478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't drop me Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199220296235077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdXUBIXzhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_X_e9o-2p_Q/s320/DSC_5486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Short blond hairs = future toe head&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199220794451283490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdXxBIXziI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VD3daTZ-_6o/s320/DSC_5524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my Big Brother&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199222241855262258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdZFRIXzjI/AAAAAAAAABA/gURZxfVKqrw/s320/DSC_5545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the Happy family of four.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199222886100356674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdZqxIXzkI/AAAAAAAAABI/HcGJSPLUBgw/s320/DSC_5437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh yeah, I passed out when they broke Ann's water.  If you haven't seen the tool they break water with, then Shut Up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-2111888541957813647?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2111888541957813647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=2111888541957813647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2111888541957813647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/2111888541957813647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-world-maggie-is-here.html' title='Hello World, Maggie is here!!'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SCdUDBIXzdI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EVrpUiLR5HM/s72-c/DSC_5443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5642186495812579082.post-8638346942023815030</id><published>2008-04-30T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:33:37.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blog will begin...</title><content type='html'>after the birth of our beautiful baby girl.  I am using her as motivation to get this thing started.  My goal is to Blog once or twice a week in order for family, friends, and/or freaks to keep up with our lives.  I vow to keep my posts short and to the point.  Hopefully the name will hold true and you can get updated in less than a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to expect from this, but if I can stay true for a year, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann is currently dialated to 2 cm, but we have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.  More to come after Baby Girl arrives.  I look forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5642186495812579082-8638346942023815030?l=themcnellisminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8638346942023815030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5642186495812579082&amp;postID=8638346942023815030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8638346942023815030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5642186495812579082/posts/default/8638346942023815030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themcnellisminute.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-blog-will-begin.html' title='This Blog will begin...'/><author><name>Russ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17132146922905482383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qsPGK9G6J9M/SLG9h1mMQzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XIOItHaNW_k/S220/DSC_6556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
