<?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-2122722238751078576</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:25.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Coy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-4312782808147254534</id><published>2009-02-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:47:25.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time, I was in a limo with Carrie Underwood and Tony Romo...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so in the spirit of the Grammy's, I thought I would share a crazy story about Carrie Underwood and Tony Romo. Every time I see her performing or interviewing I get tickled because I've seen another side of this talented girl...&lt;br /&gt;I was in Dallas at my friend Libba's bachelorette party and we ended up getting a VIP table at the Ghost Bar on top of the W. We arrived and immediately took over the VIP section. We were having some cocktails and dancing, celebrating Libba's last days as a single when someone brushed my shoulder. I turned to see who it was and it was Tony Romo! It turned out that it was his birthday and he was celebrating with some Dallas Cowboys and his girlfriend, at the time, Carrie Underwood! Their table was right next to ours so we all ended up hanging out right next to them all night.&lt;br /&gt;Carrie and Tony ended up in the DJ booth playing their favorite songs and dancing, then she sang "Happy Birthday" to him. We couldn't believe how lucky we were...&lt;br /&gt;THEN, we were leaving and they asked us if we wanted a ride home or if we wanted to go hang out with them at the Galleria where Carrie was staying, so we obviously dove into the limousine... and that's when things started to go downhill. We were so excited to get to hang out with Carrie, but ummm, Carrie was checked out. And when I say "checked out", I mean that she was wasted, crying, texting with her head in between her legs, about to be sick. It was miserable! We asked her if she needed water and she wouldn't even sit up and look at us. It was like trying to play with a broken toy. No fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tony seemed pretty annoyed and like he was ready to go home. We were not impressed with our new friends. We ended up asking them to just take us back to Hotel ZaZa because it was such a bummer. Anyway, drunk Carrie is human! They split up not long after this took place... and I know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-4312782808147254534?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4312782808147254534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=4312782808147254534' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/4312782808147254534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/4312782808147254534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/once-upon-time-i-was-in-limo-with.html' title='Once upon a time, I was in a limo with Carrie Underwood and Tony Romo...'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-3184212011094985058</id><published>2009-02-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:19:10.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Babe" Ruth Puryear</title><content type='html'>I know most of my posts are light and humorous, but this one is a bit heavy. Just so you know what you're getting into:&lt;br /&gt;So, I was working in Russellville today when Coy's sister Julie called to tell me that their grandmother died. Grandma, to them, Babe to her friends, and Ruth on paper. From what I know, she got her nickname "Babe" as a child, for obvious reasons, and it stuck. I happen to think it's the cutest nickname of the century so I prefer to call her Babe. My engagement ring has been passed down through 5 generations of Coy's family, one being Babe.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure where to vent, but my friends, and I'm hoping that's who reads my blog, know that I'm a communicator. I don't internalize things well, so this is the outlet I'm choosing... my quick therapy session. My relationship with Babe was just a snapshot compared to the rest of Coy's family, so I just want to put my thoughts out here so I can move forward and be a support system for Coy, Julie, Dr. Scott and their family. As I was driving home there were two thoughts that I kept going over and over, beating to death in my head, about Babe and her relationship with Georgie (Coy's grandfather).&lt;br /&gt;First: Babe hasn't been at her best since I've known her. She was feeling worse and worse as the months went by and started preparing herself for what was after this life. She was open about her thoughts and desire to move on. Some might say this was depressing, and at times, it was. Talking about death, or discussing being ready to die, is a conversation that most of us would rather not delve into because it makes us uncomfortable or sad, but, I think that it is amazing how confident she was about death as she neared the end of her life. I think that she had such strong faith that she was ready to see what was next for her and it made her feel better to let everyone know that she was prepared for this unknown. I hope that when my time comes, if I have time to prepare, that I will feel this same confidence and hope.&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: A memory that has made me laugh today, is a depiction of her love for the men in her family. She loved her entire family, but raised two boys and had a special place in her heart for the men in her life possessing the same gender. The first time I went to visit Babe, I was prepped that she could be a bit dramatic, bordering on needy, to which I thought that we were probably going to have a lot in common:) Just being honest. I walked in and she got up to welcome everyone at the door and then took me on a tour of her home. She has collected everything, so it really was an adventure. Then, we sat down and started to get to know each other better and she grabbed a group picture, including herself, from high school. She went through and pointed at all the faces, telling me about her friends and made me guess which one she was. Later, Coy came into the room and picked up the picture. He asked her which one she was and she said "oh, Coy" and grabbed his hand and gazed into his eyes (her signature move, precious) "I just can't see. I can't see a thing. I'll need your help to get through this picture." That little booger! I was in shock! She was the perfect damsel in distress! It worked, he grabbed her hand back and put his arm around her and began describing people in the picture so she could remember. She loved every second of it. She loved her boys, but she ESPECIALLY loved Georgie and would announce this several times during our visits, in front of anyone who happened to be there when she felt the urge to belt it out, "I looooove Georgie. Do you know that I love Georgie?"&lt;br /&gt;The second: thing that pounded through my head today was the love story between Babe and Georgie. Babe and Georgie set the bar high and have left their family with such an unbelievable example of love and what it means to take the vows of marriage. Georgie never left her side. As she got sicker, he thought less and less about himself. The needier she was, the more he gave. He took "in sickness and in health" to her last breath. I was talking about this with my mom this morning before Babe passed away. We were discussing the full circle the family has made with Georgie. Coy's family was concerned that Georgie was taking on too much responsibility when it came to Babe's day-to-day care, and he probably was, but when reflecting on the situation, it all makes sense. When George started to give up his personal time and hobbies we all became worried and tried to encourage him to hire a nurse and come to a Razorback game or play a round of golf. We didn't want George to stop living his life because Babe was slowing down. This went on for months and Babe continued to get worse and worse and George continued to tell the family to buzz off, he was doing what he wanted to do. As Babe needed more medical assistance, George completely devoted himself to her. He was her nurse, yes, in all that a nurse's responsibilities include, her husband, her best friend. He wasn't budging and never complained. Talks of nursing homes or "assisted living" were quickly shut down. Babe wanted to stay home and that was the end of the conversation. WE were the ones who thought George was robbing himself of his last years. WE all thought that he was missing out on important moments in his life where he could still have fun and find pleasure. HE knew exactly what he was doing. There wasn't a temptation in the world that could have gotten him to spend more than an hour or two away from her. I have never had the opportunity to personally witness such acts of selflessness or to witness what true love looks like toward the end, but it has been a life lesson that I will never forget. This is what it meant when Coy and I took our vows. This is what "in sickness and in health" looks like. I consider myself so lucky to be married to Coy, to see what fabric Coy was made from and to know that Coy watched the same display of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-3184212011094985058?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3184212011094985058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=3184212011094985058' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3184212011094985058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3184212011094985058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/babe-ruth-puryear.html' title='&quot;Babe&quot; Ruth Puryear'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-2207496214945015074</id><published>2008-12-19T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:24:48.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo! I do, Annie, Dad, Amos, hosting, TG, KC, and a tree... whew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I know I've been neglecting my blog, but here is a crazy big post... It's a lot, so hang on to your hat! As I read back over my post I became overwhelmed with how grateful I am. Wow, I am SO blessed with wonderful friends, a loving family, a good job, and an amazing husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here, electronic diary, EAT! And blogstalkers, ENJOY:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to start with Karrie and Joseph's Halloween themed birthday party for their dog, Bubba. Bubba is old as hell and can't see or hear, but Karrie loves him and so she dressed him up like a pirate and invited all of us to bring our dogs over in costume. I'm sure if Bubba could talk, that's what he would have wished for:) haha, just messin' with you K!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281577435354854002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvuscgLcnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dxb6wrFm0ms/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little pumpkin, Ophelia, was on her best behavior. Bailey isn't really into anything social and prefers to stay under our covers or in our closet, so he opted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281578570959348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvvui9Y5HI/AAAAAAAAAPI/e06dYtwn_cg/s320/DSCN0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281578579664154466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvvvDYxr2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zVKsQPiyU9k/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bubba, the birthday boy. Too funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281578594554040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvvv62zUNI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Q9TmczM9KTI/s320/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Other funny costumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281578592099088706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvvvxtfuUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uNn6BT67rWM/s320/DSCN0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281578590393263010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvvvrWy46I/AAAAAAAAAPY/zyprSH0C4dc/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then traveled to Wynne, one of three trips we'll make in the month of November, for Coy's good friend, Melonie, in the event of her marriage. The drive to Wynne is a major pain, but we really ALWAYS have a good time when we get there. The company there makes it totally worth it. I really feel like Coy should be grateful that he married someone who feels this way:) Don't you bloggers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melonie's wedding was really beautiful. It was small, simple, perfectly put together and true to their family's nature. Very "Father of the Bride", Wynne style. Melonie grew up next door to Coy in Hunter's Rest where there is either a large pond or a small lake, undecided. Big enough to ski in circles, if this helps you picture it. ha. The Jones' had a tent set up outside where Melonie got married. Then this turned into the reception tent. The food was wonderful , the weather was perfect and according to Frank Jones (Mel's dad) "there wasn't a living insect within a hundred yards" of his place! We'll probably all pay for this later in life, but we left without one mosquito bite. As you can see from the pictures, Julie and I thoroughly enjoyed the sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't Coy and his dad cuties!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281581797150663250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvyqVdVolI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Q8n1f7s61BI/s320/Coy+and+Dr.+Scott+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A fun group shot out on the dock. Claudia, Me, Matt, Thomas and Zack&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281581801943276754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvyqnT_HNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qKs-dRLgGxY/s320/Group+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Doesn't Coy's Neanie look FABULOUS! She's 80!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281581807756310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvyq896-cI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5eyBEynXbjk/s320/Me+and+Neanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coy's Papaul and I, cuttin' a rug. I know he gets a little frustrated with me because I can't dance the way he dances like Neanie does, but he smiles and acts like he loves it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281581807695942562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvyq8vh06I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iYj-yn1FM2E/s320/Me+and+Papaul+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the sparklers... see, it just started out as a great photo opp with some wonderful props...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582702378819490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzfBsjH6I/AAAAAAAAARo/D7rMV6rq6-A/s320/Sparklers+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Julie, being silly&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281581803216641010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvyqsDlG_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/TkQ6LPUwRKY/s320/Julie+Sparkler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Becca, Julie, Me, Coy and Zack&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582722440977794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzgMbvXYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hQmZj1RVKFc/s320/Sparklers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Coy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582713032737218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzfpYpAcI/AAAAAAAAARw/9N0YS4ws1Jc/s320/Sparklers+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Claudia&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582131615086210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvy9zb3toI/AAAAAAAAAQg/AUZKEVy0YrM/s320/Sparklers+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Dr. Matt:)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582493093768194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzS2DGrAI/AAAAAAAAARI/_qd1_Y0_28g/s320/Sparklers+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then, things get a little crazy...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582498251491634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzTJQzSTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jkwqkOa1-TM/s320/Sparklers+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think Coy is the funniest person alive, so I LOVE this picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582144535714274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvy-jkY2eI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qJtjO8kOrQM/s320/Sparklers+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about it...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582500356556738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzTRGsB8I/AAAAAAAAARg/L5RSoAXjRMc/s320/Sparklers+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, BITE! I sure Coy's dad, the dentist, would this picture...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582138024809858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvy-LUEVYI/AAAAAAAAAQo/QSiUJZL8txo/s320/Sparklers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582138896761586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvy-Oj9QvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HHsT9bfwUvs/s320/Sparklers+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On guard! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582501779250434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzTWZ4nQI/AAAAAAAAARY/zK_SntuVvZE/s320/Sparklers+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We decided that they were light sabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582488135637074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvzSjk_mFI/AAAAAAAAARA/B7L7jR6lnmA/s320/Sparklers+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Julie loses!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281582123576829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvy9VfZpsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2CZavbP54XM/s320/sparkler+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next weekend, we stayed in Fayetteville and went to several showers/parties on Saturday night. My friend and next door neighbor had a really cute lingerie shower on Saturday afternoon, so Abra and I went together and had a lovely time. Then, we went to Centerton for my friend and Godsister, Meredith's husband, Kyle's 30th birthday. It was very nice to see everyone there. Meredith's brother, Andy, was on leave from Iraq, but was leaving again the next day, so prayer and positive thoughts need to be sent his direction. I also got to see some friends from Fayetteville that I haven't seen in a long time. THEN, we went to my friend Leanne's baby shower. It was last, but not least! It's been so long since I've blogged that Leanne has had her baby now! Congratulations Leanne! You'll be a wonderful mother! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had another busy week at work and got to go to my niece's Thanksgiving feast at Root Elementary. Have and of you been back to your elementary schools? It's interesting. Everything was so dang small. It's a trip... if you haven't done it, you totally should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281599607596172802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwC3CicxgI/AAAAAAAAASA/snLPzbf6aK8/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we had a small birthday party for my dad! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, again. The invitations were really cute... They said "November 9, 2007: Larry turned 60 November 14, 2008: We finally celebrate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year, my parents were moving/selling their house, so we pretended like it wasn't his birthday... kind of cruel, but we made up for it! We had food from catering concepts, some close friends and a surprise wine tasting that Kent Starr (but really probably Kim, the woman behind the man!) put together. It was really awesome and for those of you who know my dad, he was hilarious. He cried at first and then he was handing out high fives and thumbs up for the rest of the night! It was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, being animated&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602826907303874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwFybaCP8I/AAAAAAAAASg/hOeqSVtnEMA/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wine tasting set-up&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602796404132130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwFwpxgySI/AAAAAAAAASI/N1G5ubuP5TQ/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; One crazy crew!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605947336567490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwIoD6WKsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L6EunYbiHb8/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I found this group in dad's wine cellar... suspicious.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605966037441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwIpJk-3SI/AAAAAAAAATA/nb1pEBZhCkY/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, Bo and Coy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602813258410610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwFxoj4qnI/AAAAAAAAASY/1PJa2bOf_a4/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bartenders&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605970447652626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwIpaAdVxI/AAAAAAAAATI/wAynh8fV-Og/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My mom and Mrs. Jane being silly &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605979567197522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwIp7-ujVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bDHRnIcPXJQ/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the Coy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605935421748594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwInXhodXI/AAAAAAAAASw/gbuyXcuJR4s/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, me, and Mr. Fulton&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281609309045736450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwLrvQRRAI/AAAAAAAAATY/W4YrNsWQKZs/s320/Picture+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The night after dad's party, we putted on over to Wynne for Coy's cousin, Paul Glenn and his new wife Jordan's wedding reception. It was very nice. We celebrated at Crowley's Ridge Country Club and then went to our usual party spot, Barrett and Sarah's after. We also found out that Claudia is pregnant! She was SO sweet and didn't say a word about it until after his reception because she didn't want to steal the spotlight. I just love Claudia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN, Sunday we went to Little Rock to stay with Rachie and go to Amos Lee! It was a blast! The evening was very interesting to me, but we don't have to blog about all the details:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281611365316410578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwNjbdZvNI/AAAAAAAAATg/AbrkCSxFcvE/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so where are we? Oh, that's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I had another crazy week at work and then we hosted a shower for Wiley and Allison at our house. Another fun night! Allison was the SWEETEST bride-to-be. She was so genuinely grateful which made it even more fun to have the shower... love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coy, Miguel and Wiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613317158912834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwPVCo6w0I/AAAAAAAAATo/TwgHyuf8RfE/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Allison (in the middle) with her sis and her mom&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613327489277906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwPVpH3n9I/AAAAAAAAATw/yOHnzrdouQ4/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aaron was giving us a little concert and Ali joined in, so fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613335074796082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwPWFYZcjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3fPb7y3Bu9s/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coy and Wiley also provided some late night entertainment&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281613345898396306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwPWts8epI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9kMglAZAb4Y/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THEN, it was time for Thanksgiving! We went to Wynne and got to go eat at Coy's Neanie's house. For those of you who don't know, she is an AMAZING cook! She made almost 30 different dishes. It's really not normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew George was playing in the trees before dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616965381959938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwSpZVEsQI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-aI6w2KYMw4/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Spread&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616976166313986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwSqBgQ4AI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BGJtrmeTAkI/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WHxVUznubXY/STQaWuFq4VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WfJy-HfXZ6c/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WHxVUznubXY/STQaWuFq4VI/AAAAAAAAAnM/WfJy-HfXZ6c/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts... let's see, we have creme brulee, apple pie, chocolate cake, homemade cheesecake, pecan pie... and there was something else... but I can't remember&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616996386370994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwSrM1GdbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/C_5MxI7qflY/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas, sprawled out after eating too much!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281616989797341570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwSq0SJ2YI/AAAAAAAAAUY/otaasu1zeI8/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we're almost there! After another busy week at work, Coy and I went to Kansas City to escape for a weekend and to celebrate our anniversary (a little late). I can't believe we've been married for 2 years! It's been the best 2 years EVER! I LOVE YOU COY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also went and got a real tree the day we got home... I've never had a real tree before, but Coy's family always does this. I LOVED it! I'm so glad Coy introduced me to this new tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from our hotel room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281622284368484914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwXfAGSGjI/AAAAAAAAAUo/NfHLP9gYNWk/s320/Tree+and+KC+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281622291987073154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwXfcesiII/AAAAAAAAAUw/uteWtbNDDQ4/s320/Tree+and+KC+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, Christmas tree...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281622301813421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwXgBFetOI/AAAAAAAAAU4/PxxwKV0awaA/s320/Tree+and+KC+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281622310560267298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUwXghq4_CI/AAAAAAAAAVA/O8bLlmVYJKo/s320/Tree+and+KC+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-2207496214945015074?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2207496214945015074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=2207496214945015074' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2207496214945015074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2207496214945015074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo-i-do-annie-dad-amos-hosting-tg-kc.html' title='Boo! I do, Annie, Dad, Amos, hosting, TG, KC, and a tree... whew!'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SUvuscgLcnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dxb6wrFm0ms/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-1380774868132245004</id><published>2008-10-27T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:26:47.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapunzel, Rapunzel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderfully busy weekend! There were SO many fun things going on, I wish we could have done it all! I hated to miss some fun parties, but here is what we managed to make the most of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30 pm- We met our friends Bryce and Emily at the tower located at the intersection of Old Missouri and Old Wire to host the party we won at the American Diabetes Association's "Kiss a Pig" gala. This was SO much fun! The Springdale Liquor Association provided too much beer and wine and A Fare to Remember provided an adorably tasty snack spread. We were happy our friends could make it even though it clashed with Redneck Tailgate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262011674282858098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrvQmWlnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/54GIO7xH6Kc/s320/232323232%257Ffp43279%253Evq%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D323359644%253B43%253Avq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262011679497626898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrvkBppRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bAasGUj2GEg/s320/DSCN0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 pm- I get the courage to climb to the top of the tower... what an unbelievable view!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262011686379486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrv9qafxI/AAAAAAAAANA/ACBxN7gYeQM/s320/232323232%257Ffp43288%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596448%253C%253A8nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262011683733028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrvzzcvnI/AAAAAAAAANI/5ipHYjm5bp4/s320/232323232%257Ffp43284%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596448%253C%253A5nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262011688726157202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrwGZ515I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ujBi7JfPd0c/s320/DSCN0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00 pm- I accidentally knock a glass of red wine out of my own hand and it explodes off the floor on an innocent bystander's face... I met her 5 minutes prior... Party foul... big time! She looked like a CSI crime scene, it was really embarrassing and horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012036200398354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsEU2N_hI/AAAAAAAAANY/7a97egSyPXA/s320/232323232%257Ffp43286%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596448%253C%253B6nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012046667244322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsE71tYyI/AAAAAAAAANg/AK-IRVJtsoA/s320/232323232%257Ffp43282%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596448%253C%253B7nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00 pm- Guests start making their way out to get to dinner reservations and other soirees... except for a few of us:) The rest of us begin cleaning up, starting with the unopened beer and wine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012049359967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsFF3tE5I/AAAAAAAAANo/WvxuZfjwIZg/s320/232323232%257Ffp4327%253A%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449329nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012545116194594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsh8tMxyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/q5cptI3nhMw/s320/232323232%257Ffp43285%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596469944nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00 pm- We see Spencer in a very "senior picture"-like pose and this inspires us to have all our senior pictures taken using the ladder as a prop... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012530765047010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZshHPnpOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bAO8x2LbhsI/s320/232323232%257Ffp43283%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D323359644932%253Cnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012537974990226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZshiGmpZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ZBg7Ov81eag/s320/232323232%257Ffp43279%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D323359644933%253Bnu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012066382347122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsGFSJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/tKDBKzWDr1c/s320/232323232%257Ffp43286%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449336nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262015950315524098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZvoKD_EAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/mT-emGmoi-M/s320/232323232%257Ffp4327%253A%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449339nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012539229772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZshmxxGhI/AAAAAAAAAOI/3JK0mKbuYRo/s320/232323232%257Ffp43282%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449337nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262015959331207170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZvorpfeAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/57H5OAaS5hQ/s320/232323232%257Ffp43285%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449334nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262012058731464994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZsFoyCySI/AAAAAAAAANw/XF5XBZqYGCc/s320/232323232%257Ffp43288%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449338nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262015967056107490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZvpIbQF-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/8JS-f2XdKfE/s320/232323232%257Ffp43284%253Enu%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D3233596449335nu0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:00 pm- We make our way down the winding stairs. There was one casualty that will remain nameless, but I hope this person's shins are still in tact after nailing the metal stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:15 pm- We arrive at Justin's party to see Coy's parents, his sister Julie and all her great friends from Hendrix and Wynne who we have become friends with... they are SO fun! We love that Matt and Julie moved here and have included us with their friends:) We begin to turn into popsicles because it is SO cold outside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00 am- We head home to thaw out! I get in a scalding hot bath to try to warm up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 am- I get up and pot some violas and bake a casserole for my friends Amanda and Franklin to take home with them... very responsible of me, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00 pm- I meet my mother-in-law, Mrs. Tommie, and her BFF, Mrs. Mary, and my sister-in-law (and bestie:), Julie at Mason's for the BEST SURPRISE EVER! I was going to help the girls pick out some cute duds but when we got there Mrs. Tommie said that Dr. Scott would buy Julie and I some new jeans! Isn't that the BEST?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:30 pm- I run by Bella Jacks to pick up a sussy (surprise) for baby David Franklin to snuggle in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00 pm- I go to mom and dad's to have bloody marys with Bo, Claire, Mrs. Beth (Claire's mom), Britton, Holly, Coy, Mrs. Tommie, Dr. Scott, Mrs. Mary, Mr. Robert, Clark (Bo's buddy from Ole Miss), Charlie and Beth. We all slurp one down and then I collected the casseroles my mom and Claire made for Amanda and Franklin and we head to meet the baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:30 pm- I met Mr. David Franklin! He started crying when I held him the first time and Mrs. Beth came to the rescue. I tried again and everything went perfectly! He fell asleep on my shoulder and his big cheek provided the perfect napping pillow... awwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262024943992226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZ3zqHmwyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/43cCK9pgsgc/s320/MollyDFB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:30 pm- We head to tailgate! We got to spend time with our great friends the Magness' and the Moores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00 pm- I don't want to talk about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:30 pm- We finally get home and watch SNL and chat with Charlie and Beth! We miss them SO much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:00 am- We conk out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REST!... whew!&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/2122722238751078576-1380774868132245004?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1380774868132245004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=1380774868132245004' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/1380774868132245004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/1380774868132245004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/rapunzel-rapunzel.html' title='Rapunzel, Rapunzel...'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SQZrvQmWlnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/54GIO7xH6Kc/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp43279%253Evq%253D3243%253E533%253E5%253C3%253EWSNRCG%253D323359644%253B43%253Avq0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-3058857933595730725</id><published>2008-10-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:36:58.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oops, I re-did it again..."</title><content type='html'>I was blog-surfing tonight and visited our friends' new blog, The Gumps, (check it out everyone) and I was inspired to spruce up our blog. I'm SO impressed with how quickly they got their blog together! They even have a video... So, it was time for a little blog-lift. Let me know your thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-3058857933595730725?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3058857933595730725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=3058857933595730725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3058857933595730725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3058857933595730725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops-i-re-did-it-again.html' title='&quot;Oops, I re-did it again...&quot;'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-382946274509825972</id><published>2008-09-30T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:13:06.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We had, the TIME of our liiiivess, and we owe it all to youuu..."</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this website, yearbookyourself.com, is hilarious... My friend Emily has it on her blog, so I started messing with it. Coy and I uploaded our pictures and laughed forever about this... I think we would have made a great couple, no matter what year we met! You have to do it... it's so fun. Also, I'm going start making all of my blog titles, song lyrics, so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984285531371650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4akH-II/AAAAAAAAAHM/MDgvo43a_BQ/s320/myYearbookPhoto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnAc8qOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pAKtMA-b0Es/s1600-h/MollyYearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251983986464172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnAc8qOI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pAKtMA-b0Es/s320/MollyYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984284296449346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4V9sjUI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3th1WRUqg7I/s320/myYearbookPhoto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnPYedwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q6qGfqTO9mU/s1600-h/molly3YearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251983990471948034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnPYedwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q6qGfqTO9mU/s320/molly3YearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984286004754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4cU_OCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/rKb1uYdpFEA/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnVKlTFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iWUI6x2IP_8/s1600-h/molly4YearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251983992024288338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnVKlTFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/iWUI6x2IP_8/s320/molly4YearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984291099922274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4vTxT2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/yU1_p6PK5xc/s320/myYearbookPhoto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnnH_vbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/re8RN9mLmiM/s1600-h/molly5YearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251983996845276594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLnnH_vbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/re8RN9mLmiM/s320/molly5YearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984290571119394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4tVsayI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TvAzNW98Lyk/s320/myYearbookPhoto4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLn4Vu6UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iGvUh83uKDA/s1600-h/molly6YearbookPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251984001466296642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLLn4Vu6UI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iGvUh83uKDA/s320/molly6YearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2122722238751078576-382946274509825972?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/382946274509825972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=382946274509825972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/382946274509825972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/382946274509825972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-had-time-of-our-liiiivess-and-we-owe.html' title='&quot;We had, the TIME of our liiiivess, and we owe it all to youuu...&quot;'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SOLL4akH-II/AAAAAAAAAHM/MDgvo43a_BQ/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-8648507255596016505</id><published>2008-09-25T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:48:22.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a "Doggone" Shame- UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ole Bays is struggling with his injury, and in his haste he decided to rip out all of his stitches last night. SO... today he got to go back to the vet for STAPLES! AHHH! I'm starting to wonder if he is masochistic. I hope he's not enjoying all this pain! He'd have to pay a visit to Uncle Matt for a psych eval... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250108049819954866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNwhdH3v7rI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hkfELtdE1M4/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Does he look like he's REALLY happy to y'all? Should we be concerned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250108061992729682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNwhd1N9vFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/wXarj3Jutmo/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new friend to blogwatch! It will probably be awhile before Tucker is up to blogging, but Laney arrived today at 2:36. She is 8lbs and 4oz and has RED hair like her Aunt Ashley! So fun. I can't wait to meet her! So, keep your eyes on the Brisiel blog because I bet there are going to be some cutey, little, cuddly updates! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS BRISIEL FAMILY!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-8648507255596016505?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8648507255596016505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=8648507255596016505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/8648507255596016505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/8648507255596016505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-doggone-shame-update.html' title='It&apos;s a &quot;Doggone&quot; Shame- UPDATE'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNwhdH3v7rI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hkfELtdE1M4/s72-c/Bailey%27s+Stitches+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-1731617739695390657</id><published>2008-09-24T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:05:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a "Doggone" Shame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri3nDl3vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6VYAmVw9T30/s1600-h/Bailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249757760658464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri3nDl3vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6VYAmVw9T30/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri4K7fIuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nN6gZaXat5U/s1600-h/Bailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249757770288145122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri4K7fIuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nN6gZaXat5U/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never had to write/type "Dog Gone" before... options: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dogone&lt;/span&gt;, Dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gon&lt;/span&gt;, Dog Gone. Anyway, that's not the point. Poor Bailey Booster (as Coy's dad, Dr. Scott, calls him) has had a rough 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info on Bays: He has had a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cush&lt;/span&gt;, loving, sheltered life. He has hardly ever even been told "no". This is for two reasons. He is REALLY smart and never does anything wrong and because he is a TOTAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scaredy&lt;/span&gt;-cat (pun intended) and so we try to refrain from freaking him out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249757799629179298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri54O7yaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/-JLqiF_OcTM/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's what happened: Coy was playing with Bailey and Ophelia in the backyard last night and our wonderful neighbor, Wiley, opened his gate to let his dogs come play. They ALWAYS play together. Wiley and Allison's pups are SUPER sweet, so this was not their fault at all. They have a precious Border Collie named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rowlin&lt;/span&gt; and a Golden Retriever named Lilly (and a Yorkie named Rufus, but he's not a part of the story). They were so excited when Wiley opened the gate that they came running through without noticing Bailey waiting right at the gate for them. He got run over in the excitement and started yelping. Poor Bays had a big gash on his him. We think maybe one of the pup's toenails caught him. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gauzed&lt;/span&gt; and bandaged him last night and took him to the vet today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249757783934792770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri49xGdEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/99HqsYvr6M8/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got some little pink stitches, his teeth cleaned, and his toenails filed... and he's totally freaking out tonight. We feel SO sorry for him. This emotional stress is going to take him weeks to recover, but now we can let him kiss our noses (his favorite spot) because his breath doesn't stink anymore! The vet said his poor feet will be more sore than his hip. So, we're babying little Bay Bay and trying to keep him calm as his anesthesia wears off:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249757786910587730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri5I2le1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/3-IlZDJh34M/s320/Bailey%27s+Stitches+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On another note: I would really like to let everyone know how WONDERFUL Shelby Lynn's Bakery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Springdale&lt;/span&gt; is. We needed some cakes donated for the Children's Safety Center event so we went to both Rick's and Shelby Lynn's to discuss donating. Rick's Bakery wouldn't let me talk to anyone and said they don't donate product... period. Shelby Lynn's donated ALL 15 cakes for the event! They were ADORABLE and DELICIOUS! So, you can imagine that Kate C. and I are a little riffed and Rick's and are both very impressed with the generosity and community spirit of Shelby Lynn's. Being drug reps, part of our job description is to buy tons of food from bakeries, so we're dedicating our dollars to Shelby Lynn's and we think YOU should too:) That's my mission today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-1731617739695390657?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1731617739695390657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=1731617739695390657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/1731617739695390657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/1731617739695390657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-doggone-shame.html' title='It&apos;s a &quot;Doggone&quot; Shame'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SNri3nDl3vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6VYAmVw9T30/s72-c/Bailey%27s+Stitches+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-3652369349259928581</id><published>2008-09-15T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T06:55:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSC Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SM5owZNesjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EUwNgCnyEcg/s1600-h/CSSheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SM5owZNesjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EUwNgCnyEcg/s320/CSSheader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246245796543640114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who attended the event Friday night! It was a success and the turnout was more than we expected (hence the beer run at 9!). I hope everyone got to see the video and understands the importance of this organization. Thank you to everyone who gave their money and time to help out... Casey and Ta did a great job. Like any event, it's easy to get caught up in the stress of planning, the decorations, the schedule, but when it all comes together and you're reminded of why you are putting your energy into something, it's SO worth it! Boom Kinetic was a hit, as usual, the food was tasty, the prizes were awesome and the company was even better! Thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the Children's Safety Center you can go to childrenssafetycenter.org.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-3652369349259928581?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3652369349259928581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=3652369349259928581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3652369349259928581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/3652369349259928581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/csc-success.html' title='CSC Success!'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SM5owZNesjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EUwNgCnyEcg/s72-c/CSSheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-7781806720804607713</id><published>2008-09-09T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:44:04.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Bloggies! I'm Baaack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so I'm sorry to you blog addicts for not updating in awhile... there are a few reasons. 1. Thinks haven't been THAT interesting (which is not an excuse to a true blogger, so this will be good:) 2. We have been super busy, not doing fun things 3. I'm addicted to the new Twilight book series that teenage girls are crazy... it's SO good. Anyway, enough with the excuses, let me tell you what we've been up to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first football weekend was a GREAT weekend. My bestie Rachel, and our friend Ryan, came to town and stayed at our house. We spent Friday night having a game night with Matt and Julie and the rest of the fam. Scene It is a blast for those of you who haven't ever played. We went to the first game, always an exciting day, and went to my bro's house after. I forgot my camera, so I didn't feel it was blog worthy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to go into the cath lab that Tuesday, which I also meant to bring my camera to! I scrubbed in for 5 surgeries with a local cardiologist and LOVED it. I was really nervous I might get woozy and pass, but it was really fascinating. Those would have been great pics... I was scrubbed in head to toe. &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;Last weekend was Melanie Massanelli's wedding. All the girlies came to town and we celebrated Kit and Mel all weekend! Cody snapped some good pics of the weekend. The rehearsal dinner was at Ella's and she had her ceremony at St. Joseph's Catholic Church and reception at UARK Bowl. It was a crazy couple of days, but I loved seeing my friends! Kit and Mel are SO sweet. The wedding had a very warm and happy feel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225780398191954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7j-qUdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9NXlr-ELMRc/s320/858990473307_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tucker, Me and Baby Laney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225773766874658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7jl9SliI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xgJ8P8yxHXc/s320/773990473307_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Coy and me at the rehearsal dinner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225771800493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7jeod_pI/AAAAAAAAADc/lloBmc9bfbI/s320/119711473307_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Catching up with friends on Carnall Hall's patio. "I'm number 1" was a sensible pose at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225775435758258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7jsLLurI/AAAAAAAAADs/qIjf8zP1Ka8/s320/643611473307_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kate, Tuck, me, Libs, and Duncan at the church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244225771042397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7jbzuXuI/AAAAAAAAADk/jxKY4OxL5M8/s320/423531473307_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me, Em and Andrea at the reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coy and I decided to use our fondue pot last week! (his idea, don't make fun) It really was something different and exciting. We used the Coq Au Vin recipe that the Melting Pot uses. It's a broth that you can cook veggies and meat in! We did squash, zucchini, mushrooms, steak, chicken and shrimp... yum, yum. It was much easier than you would think and added some fun to our work week:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coq Au Vin (in case anyone want to try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 cups vegetable stock&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=184"&gt;Burgundy wine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=165"&gt;garlic&lt;/a&gt;, minced&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/library/getentry.zsp?id=363"&gt;green onions&lt;/a&gt;, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1Heat vegetable stock in fondue pot until it begins to simmer.&lt;br /&gt;2Add all other ingredients, bring to simmer.&lt;br /&gt;3Place individual pieces of desired meat or veggies on fondue fork and put in pot until correct temperature has been reached. Lobster and shrimp may take under a minute to cook while beef and pork will take slightly longer. Take the necessary precautions so you don't eat raw meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it needed a bit more flavor. I would suggest marinating meat, or at least adding some salt and pepp before you cook. Also, add more garlic, more wine, and veg. bullion cubes to the broth. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226732656118562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc8baGTSyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fh7q84NvkyM/s320/Fondu-Bunko+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Coy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226737937598226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc8btxgRxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/UejBX1xzf_Y/s320/Fondu-Bunko+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Meat... funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226724839118754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc8a8-lV6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/KQF9Mqm1AUo/s320/Fondu-Bunko+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226717579349138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc8ah7uDJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/743pghRuE1k/s320/Fondu-Bunko+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244226742197645218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc8b9pLb6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/D63_BgbUtmQ/s320/Fondu-Bunko+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227752150704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc9WwAwH-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/K0H7JV5fTgw/s320/Fondu-Bunko+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Beggars!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227763415003746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc9XZ-XsmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AiCmOjuAzXk/s320/Fondu-Bunko+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The shrimp Coy stepped on... haha! The things I blog about...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227771265709330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc9X3OH9RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1sXL9r-G3wo/s320/Fondu-Bunko+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he stepped on a shrimp... obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227758908709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc9XJL_GiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hQO4mLf7v3g/s320/Fondu-Bunko+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunko was this week too! For you girls who missed out, it was FUN! Claire had all kinds of tasty treats and we played Bullsh*t instead. It was really pretty funny. Our Bunko group has a "more the merrier" policy, so if any of you girls are interested in coming, just let me know! We'd be happy to have you:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228258660509170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc90O6GZfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cBf8nD51jDg/s320/Fondu-Bunko+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karrie and Michelle... just chatting:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244227781609984770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc9YdwZEwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kiYT3t8URu8/s320/Fondu-Bunko+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Relaxing in Claire's living room. Isn't her house so cute and cozy! I love it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244228262133503810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc90b2IF0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BQQpcEuoZxU/s320/Fondu-Bunko+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melissa! Cute cardigan and cutest dress! I always love to check out what she has on! She's such fashion inspiration!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I promise I'll blog more often:) This took FOREVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-7781806720804607713?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7781806720804607713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=7781806720804607713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/7781806720804607713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/7781806720804607713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-bloggies-im-baaack.html' title='Hello Bloggies! I&apos;m Baaack!'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SMc7j-qUdVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/9NXlr-ELMRc/s72-c/858990473307_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-2645969460452153149</id><published>2008-08-21T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:33:26.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Hands, Big Dreams</title><content type='html'>Hi friends! OK, so here's the deal. I'm on the committee for an upcoming fundraising event, benefiting the Children's Safety Center. This is an unbelievable organization and this is their premiere event! It's called "Small Hands, Big Dreams" and is going to be held on September 12 (the Friday before the Texas game-away) from 7-11 p.m. The tickets are $50 and include heavy appetizers, drinks and music by BOOM KINETIC (formerly known as Molten Lava- so fun!). So far, there is a great turnout. I think it's going to be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me tell you what the Children's Safety Center is: The CSC comes in as the advocate for children who are victims of any kind of abuse, most commonly sexual. Children are taken to the safety center where they are greeted with bright colors and a warm play place. There are also rooms with double sided mirrors and dolls for children to show the "what and where" of the crime. So sad. Then, there is another room where the medical examination is performed. The CSC would like to hire a psychologist to have on staff for these children to have a more complete experience before they leave the center. The mental health of these children has to be damaged after an experience like this. Please help us reach this goal! Just post a comment if you'd like a ticket or two... or three:) and I'll contact you to work out the details of collecting money. I'll deliver your tickets. Also, if you're out of town, it's a great excuse to come on in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-2645969460452153149?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2645969460452153149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=2645969460452153149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2645969460452153149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2645969460452153149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-hands-big-dreams.html' title='Small Hands, Big Dreams'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-6587174500638887688</id><published>2008-08-17T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:55:29.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzWXcBAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0kv5n4eSKGA/s1600-h/Girls+Weekend+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561394904039922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzWXcBAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0kv5n4eSKGA/s320/Girls+Weekend+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzWyb9BlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q59AAlLh55k/s1600-h/Girls+Weekend+001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561402151536210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzWyb9BlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q59AAlLh55k/s320/Girls+Weekend+001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at Powerhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzXBUuh1I/AAAAAAAAADE/WpIsuK1TosI/s1600-h/Girls+Weekend+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561406147757906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzXBUuh1I/AAAAAAAAADE/WpIsuK1TosI/s320/Girls+Weekend+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karrie, me and Rach at Z330&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzXjA2WBI/AAAAAAAAADM/B2qsi7HfPMI/s1600-h/Girls+Weekend+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561415191189522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzXjA2WBI/AAAAAAAAADM/B2qsi7HfPMI/s320/Girls+Weekend+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel was bit by a corgi last week and had to get stitches! She's showing of her wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzX6_Q74I/AAAAAAAAADU/RfcOB0bHiVU/s1600-h/Girls+Weekend+007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561421626994562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzX6_Q74I/AAAAAAAAADU/RfcOB0bHiVU/s320/Girls+Weekend+007-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canine Mobile Grooming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coy went out of town this weekend for his SAE pledge class reunion. They had 27 out of 33 guys in his pledge class attend! I couldn't believe they had such a great turnout... I had a reunion of my own in Fayetteville! My best friend, Rachel, came to town and stayed with me. We had such a great time and it was an action packed weekend. I'm totally pooped today, catching up on my blogging and obsessively watching my friends on The Hills. Season premiere tomorrow night. I can't wait... I had conference calls all day on Friday and I had Canine Mobile Grooming come to my house to get Ophelia spiffed up for the weekend. I took a picture of the groomer's RV in front of my house, pretty funny. Rachel, Anna and Effie all rode up together from Little Rock and then we all went to eat at Powerhouse with Sarah and Jared, Lane and Will, Brita and Cam, Katie and a few more. I was so happy to see everyone! We went out and danced to some Boom Kinetic after we ate and my friend/coworker Ryan came and met up with us. After Adam and Bethany's rehearsal dinner, their crew came and joined us too. It was a college reunion and was so good to get to catch up with friends I haven't seen. Saturday was the DRJII memorial tennis tournament and Sarah and I played together. It was SO fun! We played Anna and Effie in our first match and won, which automatically put in the finals... it was really ugly after that. We were murdered on the court. The women that we played were very good and we didn't win one game, out of 12. We were really nervous and embarrassed at first and I couldn't stop nervous laughing during the first set, but we semi pulled it together in the second set and saved a little face. We still got medals though, which is the most important thing, and we were the only matching team, which is also very important. I took Rach out my parents' new house and we hung out with my mom for a little bit and then came back and got ready for Adam and Bethany's wedding. Bethany looked amazing and Adam was so happy on the alter. It was precious. Whew! Another action packed weekend! Coy said he's pretty tired too... which is so strange?! I figured the guys would have a restful, low-key weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to find some pics of us at the tennis tourney so I can post them... everyone needs to play next year. You don't have to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-6587174500638887688?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6587174500638887688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=6587174500638887688' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6587174500638887688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6587174500638887688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKhzWXcBAfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0kv5n4eSKGA/s72-c/Girls+Weekend+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-6211205763403526898</id><published>2008-08-11T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:52:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup now?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389635541845538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8JVWuxiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vAGdgwW3xqM/s320/191397903307_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel Mel! The Bachelorette! She's such a sasstress (that's a Coy term)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389866329311522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8WxGwCSI/AAAAAAAAACU/0CrFYk04DTc/s320/Me+Paige+Kara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Paige and K at the lingerie shower... Kara is so cute right now and I can't wait to meet Aniston Paniston! (Paniston is a joke...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389650184628370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8KL516JI/AAAAAAAAACE/Dnst5gxY794/s320/group+shot+at+hotel+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8WYWQvFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BHkEYpLxBjc/s1600-h/group+shot+at+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389859683482706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8WYWQvFI/AAAAAAAAACM/BHkEYpLxBjc/s320/group+shot+at+hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389642771496962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8JwSagAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oaUPh2T7vBw/s320/group+shot+at+bordinos.jpg" width="494" border="0" /&gt;Dinner at Bordinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8WwzgZ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/IRxaoWfrUtU/s1600-h/mel+paige+me+duncan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389866248595378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8WwzgZ7I/AAAAAAAAACc/IRxaoWfrUtU/s320/mel+paige+me+duncan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Willy D's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8XCHrXSI/AAAAAAAAACk/acqgH38FkEU/s1600-h/newpapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389870896602402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8XCHrXSI/AAAAAAAAACk/acqgH38FkEU/s320/newpapers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was raining so we ran around all night with newspapers on our heads! Didn't phase us a bit! I would say we embraced the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8XdQ-SjI/AAAAAAAAACs/S-nGrcROqMk/s1600-h/piggy+back+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233389878183348786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8XdQ-SjI/AAAAAAAAACs/S-nGrcROqMk/s320/piggy+back+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie had to find a piggy back ride... and she defintely did! This was one of the moments where I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made some major improvements on my blog today, thanks to the help and patience of Sarah! Seriously, it was kind of painful. Sarah commented at one point that after we got finished doing this that she would "show me how to use a computer." Woops. Now that I've been shown, I think it will be a breeze! I'm so excited about the blog makeover! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great weekend! Coy was playing in a golf tournament with Spencer, so he was distracted and it was a perfect time for Melanie's bachelorette party! We had a crazy good time and it was SO good to see everyone... it was just what I needed. I wish we could all get together more often, but I'm not sure I could handle it. It's always worth the wait... I laughed to the point of tears several times during the night. I love you girls! Cody did such a good job planning (as usual). If you're not friends with Cody, you should try to be, because everytime she's involved with a shower it's a success! We had Mel's lingerie shower at the Cosmopolitan Hotel where we all decorated some stylish undies for Mel (hilarious) and then went to Bordino's for dinner (always good!). Then, Cody had clues in envelopes for Melanie to open to tell us where our next stops would be. She also had tasks she had to complete at every bar, which were histerical. By the time I got home I had been to Theo's, Willy D's, Z330, On the Rocks and Geno's! Dang! I then came home and got to wake up Coy! He was thrilled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pics are pretty entertaining... &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/2122722238751078576-6211205763403526898?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6211205763403526898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=6211205763403526898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6211205763403526898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6211205763403526898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wassup-now.html' title='Wassup now?!'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SKC8JVWuxiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vAGdgwW3xqM/s72-c/191397903307_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-2759183216208715614</id><published>2008-08-08T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T17:08:43.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdjAtW4AI/AAAAAAAAABE/n8rKwPWhNm4/s1600-h/DSC_0413-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232300460653076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdjAtW4AI/AAAAAAAAABE/n8rKwPWhNm4/s320/DSC_0413-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Bailey dog... in neon colors! I thought it looked Andy Warhol-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdj02zyEI/AAAAAAAAABM/mFsxYOncy5U/s1600-h/DSC_0506-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232300474651363394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdj02zyEI/AAAAAAAAABM/mFsxYOncy5U/s320/DSC_0506-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thomas, Paul Glenn and Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdkkhtQpI/AAAAAAAAABU/B0nncAQ6hHI/s1600-h/DSC_0737-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232300487447757458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdkkhtQpI/AAAAAAAAABU/B0nncAQ6hHI/s320/DSC_0737-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful niece Annie playing outside at Coy's parents' house at Christmas: notice the crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzcWxfdteI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TjI97iOCD7g/s1600-h/DSC_0378-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232299150898214370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzcWxfdteI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TjI97iOCD7g/s320/DSC_0378-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the Aspens "the largest living organism because they are all attached by the same root system" according to Leslie Blanchard. She's a wealth of knowledge... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzcXim1yRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/szmhR_ahd7E/s1600-h/DSC_0406-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232299164082489618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzcXim1yRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/szmhR_ahd7E/s320/DSC_0406-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Ophelia Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzbjF2FOCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nBzNCCFdl68/s1600-h/DSC_0342-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232298263008589858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzbjF2FOCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/nBzNCCFdl68/s320/DSC_0342-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving to Colorado with Coy, Chip and Leslie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzbjqjDQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0pbdV8YhXQc/s1600-h/DSC_0373-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232298272860881858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzbjqjDQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0pbdV8YhXQc/s320/DSC_0373-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shadow of us on the ski lift. I'm especially proud of this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzZ36WwJII/AAAAAAAAAAc/2MQP13tWkc0/s1600-h/DSC_0307-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232296421678392450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzZ36WwJII/AAAAAAAAAAc/2MQP13tWkc0/s320/DSC_0307-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coy's Papaul. I captured him during his trademark laugh. His laugh makes the entire family laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzZiQ1aCXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aLGvYquzqGE/s1600-h/DSC_0002-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232296049755425138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzZiQ1aCXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aLGvYquzqGE/s320/DSC_0002-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My family playing poker in the "old house" SO sad! But the new house is great! We broke it in for mom's birthday this week... Happy Bday Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I'm not going to change much on the blog right now because I'm getting a tutorial from Sarah Greer next week. She's the blogmaster... But, I am totally addicted to Adobe Lightroom and I wanted to post some of my artsy pics. I got a new fancy schmancy camera (one of those big professional ones) for Christmas last year. Some of you are already aware of it, because it's been in your face for almost a year, but my friend Kate introduced me to a new editing program. Y'all, if you're into pics you've GOT to get it. Go to lightroom.com and get the free trial. I was supposed to go to the gym this afternoon, but I got sucked in and have been playing with this, while I listen to Pandora (another favorite website) for about 37 hours now... jk, but I've been engulfed in my computer for a long time. Ok, so another favorite website is pandora.com. You can type in your favorite artists and it customizes "radio" stations for you. Totally awesome. You just get your station set up and you turn it on everytime you're on your computer, just to make things more enjoyable! I have so many new blog links to add to my page, but Sarah told me I'm doing it wrong, so I'm not going to mess with it until I meet with her... Hope you all enjoy the pics!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-2759183216208715614?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2759183216208715614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=2759183216208715614' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2759183216208715614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/2759183216208715614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-for-weekend.html' title='Working for the Weekend'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_am3tc2flq2k/SJzdjAtW4AI/AAAAAAAAABE/n8rKwPWhNm4/s72-c/DSC_0413-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122722238751078576.post-6731827830172978732</id><published>2008-08-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:36:44.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>My first blog! I have no idea what I'm doing and apparently need a good tutoring session by Kate Carter or Sarah Greer. Have y'all seen their blogs? They're incredible! It's very weird to write my first blog. Is anybody out there? I don't even know how all you bloggers will find me? This is SO confusing and exciting. So, I was browsing all my friends' blogs and was totally inspired! What a great diary?! I thought you had to have kids for a blog to be accepted, but as I was browsing, I realized how wrong I was! Coy and I got back from Heber Springs tonight and made some egg drop soup and had some ribs... I know this is totally random, but our unscheduled life allows for choices like these:) I was bored, replying to emails and such and started to blogsurf. Is there a term for blog-jumping, or am I inventing them right now? So, Coy is laying next to me, laughing because I'm about to expose our life on the computer for everyone to see! This is SO fun! Hopefully, I'll learn how to put pictures and music soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2122722238751078576-6731827830172978732?l=mollyandcoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6731827830172978732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2122722238751078576&amp;postID=6731827830172978732' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6731827830172978732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2122722238751078576/posts/default/6731827830172978732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mollyandcoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Molly Bittle Puryear</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
