<?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-1736194066939493010</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:17:47.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel Meece</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-8241206708406220346</id><published>2009-09-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:13:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at bowling .. Joel made two strikes in a row. He said can you believe I did that mom? I said, well yes I believe you could because you can do anything.. He  kind of interrupts me in the middle of this to say.. Can you believe I did this, someone my age!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bowling Joel had a ball in his arms.. I said oel why didn't you put that ball up? He said,, I thought you said we could take one home with us?   I dn't know like a souvenir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-8241206708406220346?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/8241206708406220346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=8241206708406220346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8241206708406220346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8241206708406220346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2009/09/yesterday-at-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-3143117178129897753</id><published>2009-01-22T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:24:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok ma'am, I'm SEVEN</title><content type='html'>On a quick trip to pick up Barbara from her job at Huntington Bank, I sent Joel to tell Barbara that we were here.  I watched him cross to the bank and he came out several minutes later.  He stopped at van for a second and I could see he was talking to someone in the van.  He came back to me immediately or I would have gone for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he talked to the person in the van about and he told me this .' I could tell that lady was worried about me going to the bank by myself so I didn't want her to worry"  I asked him what he told her .. "I said, it's okay, I'm SEVEN"  I asked Joel what the woman said after that and he said , "she didn't say anything she was just laughing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-3143117178129897753?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/3143117178129897753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=3143117178129897753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/3143117178129897753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/3143117178129897753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ok-maam-im-seven.html' title='It&apos;s ok ma&apos;am, I&apos;m SEVEN'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-4886823717703876897</id><published>2009-01-14T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:21:17.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night my kids were eating the last corn dogs that we had and Joel said to me 'mom you can have mine, I insist.. I was like.. no that's ok.. i'm not that into corn dogs like you are.. and he was like but I insist mom..  we repeated this like three more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*L*boys can be so sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-4886823717703876897?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/4886823717703876897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=4886823717703876897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/4886823717703876897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/4886823717703876897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-my-kids-were-eating-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-8833945683231689984</id><published>2009-01-08T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:30:42.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel said I'm about to cry mom, but not wah wah cry, but the yay cry , cause I'm reading Lukes' note to me.. and then his little voice tears up. He is so sweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-8833945683231689984?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/8833945683231689984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=8833945683231689984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8833945683231689984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8833945683231689984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2009/01/joel-said-im-about-to-cry-mom-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-5963949366600457332</id><published>2008-04-07T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:59:32.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an actual dream of Joels told to me by his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I should tell you what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is about Uncle Donny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened with Uncle Donny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT begins with the 'v' word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What V word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VO what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violent daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it also has the G word in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the G word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns.. Uncle Donny was giving us guns to kill the bad werewolfs. but first we practiced on guys that were wearing were wolf masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sounds scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats' the whole dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-5963949366600457332?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/5963949366600457332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=5963949366600457332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/5963949366600457332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/5963949366600457332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/04/actual-dream-of-joels-told-to-me-by-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-2382447450325767237</id><published>2008-04-06T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T14:12:15.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my most awesomely wonderful young son has lost yet another tooth.  Suprising mommy yet again; we were at Josh and Wendy's house for a barbecue when his little tooth was out and he was grining the grin of real superstars.  I again broke out in tears (will this ever get easier?)  My little boy has two teeth that are gone right there on his bottom jaw; smackdab in the middle!  My beautiful son is growing up so quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-2382447450325767237?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/2382447450325767237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=2382447450325767237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/2382447450325767237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/2382447450325767237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-most-awesomely-wonderful-young-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-6842662721178084484</id><published>2008-03-25T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:44:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one tooth gone.. one new tooth coming in.. annd.. another tooth loose!  oh wow.. my growing boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-6842662721178084484?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/6842662721178084484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=6842662721178084484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/6842662721178084484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/6842662721178084484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-tooth-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-4137555428242446215</id><published>2008-03-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T09:44:45.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel  has been having alot of issues lately; so the television is banned for awhile.  I want to see an obedient, happy child and the tv is not conducive this child that i want.  He is sitting on the green chair because of several disobedience infractions. Backtalking, running to daddy when he was in trouble for backtalking, throwing a cracker on the floor twice.  He will be able to get up before the memorial tonight.just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes a good boy usually.. hes just not feeling his best today.  Hopefully we will se a attitude improvement later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-4137555428242446215?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/4137555428242446215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=4137555428242446215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/4137555428242446215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/4137555428242446215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/03/joel-has-been-having-alot-of-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-8324571740685655293</id><published>2008-03-19T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:37:29.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/abigailRuggles/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii179/abigailRuggles/th_DSC05010-1.jpg" alt="DSC05010-1.jpg image by abigailRuggles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news! Joel lost his first tooth!  It was so surreal. I was actually quite emotional which I didn't excpect to be.  Joel and Luke ran down the stairs saying that the tooth was out and I was just hugging him and crying and he said"what's wrong mommy?'" and i said.. your just getting to be such a big boy.  I can't believe that my little boy lost his firs tooth.  It's kind of a big deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-8324571740685655293?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/8324571740685655293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=8324571740685655293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8324571740685655293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8324571740685655293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-news-joel-lost-his-first-tooth-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736194066939493010.post-8125717018760955122</id><published>2008-03-19T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T06:46:08.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night Joel was under the weather. He kept moaning and finally I got him up and had him take some pepto.. Brian held him and rocked him for about a half hour and we finally got him back to sleep. I hope that hes' feeling better today. I hate for him to feel so sick and puny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two days ago he did read his first book.. He read about ten of a littel workbook which had thirty word stories . He did really great! I am so proud of him!  I think it is time to teach him the Ps. verse and he can have his "learn to read " party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736194066939493010-8125717018760955122?l=joelmeece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/feeds/8125717018760955122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736194066939493010&amp;postID=8125717018760955122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8125717018760955122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736194066939493010/posts/default/8125717018760955122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joelmeece.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night-joel-was-under-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271953705737072573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0jlaukMqVHI/SYOFvo4P84I/AAAAAAAAAlk/TFh54aZU3dk/S220/DSC05960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
