<?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-8168061633803336141</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:31:15.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin-isms</title><subtitle type='html'>Your source for pure Austin awesomeness!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Austin-isms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16581947392271105697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-673388963103214412</id><published>2009-11-18T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:03:16.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remote</title><content type='html'>Austin-"Do you ever wish you had a remote control for yourself ? So if you were tired you could just like push a button to fall asleep or to eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me-"Yes, yes I do!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-673388963103214412?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/673388963103214412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=673388963103214412' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/673388963103214412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/673388963103214412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2009/11/remote.html' title='Remote'/><author><name>robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734578954482926068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5EAvNegq1Y/R8T1XshRpLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9Fc3H5rgdV4/S220/m_7b5e828633ce2ddadbaff79caf7f443e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-557919090116107047</id><published>2009-06-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:50:07.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin eat your food if you want to get big.</title><content type='html'>When Amy &amp;amp; Austin were little I was always telling them that I didn't want them to get any bigger, to stay little! We went to Disneyland when they were about 5 years old, we were eating at a restaurant, and I was bugging Austin to eat his food. I said... " Austin you wont get big if you don't eat your food all gone." he was too busy to be bothered, getting up and running off he said..." but mom  you don't want me to get big!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-557919090116107047?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/557919090116107047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=557919090116107047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/557919090116107047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/557919090116107047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-amy-austin-were-little-i-was.html' title='Austin eat your food if you want to get big.'/><author><name>Linda :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11799841032230084628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-8572987022647085889</id><published>2009-04-14T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:43:22.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home-making pizza</title><content type='html'>This took place about 2 minutes ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all gathered around catching up on American Idol, and Brandon suggests that we should go get some pizza for dinner. My mom says well i am going to home-making but you guys can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin says... "ewwww home-making pizza. Blehhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we start laughing, and Austin realizes what he just said and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow that was stupid. I give you permission to put that on the blog."&lt;br /&gt;So there you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin-isms are back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-8572987022647085889?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/8572987022647085889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=8572987022647085889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/8572987022647085889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/8572987022647085889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-making-pizza.html' title='Home-making pizza'/><author><name>sophie</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-902527594365636423</id><published>2008-12-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:39:18.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think of when you think of a gingerbread girl cookie?&lt;br /&gt;Most may say they think of Christmas, the holidays, or a delicious treat.&lt;br /&gt;Not Austin. What do gingerbread girl cookies remind him of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj97vhL0lwo/STyyOyEJpDI/AAAAAAAAAig/oedUoKjGsMI/s1600-h/istockphoto_4289885_gingerbread_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj97vhL0lwo/STyyOyEJpDI/AAAAAAAAAig/oedUoKjGsMI/s320/istockphoto_4289885_gingerbread_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277288830398473266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Polygamists.&lt;br /&gt;He says it's the hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-902527594365636423?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/902527594365636423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=902527594365636423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/902527594365636423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/902527594365636423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-girls.html' title='Gingerbread Girls'/><author><name>Tanner Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12500322552040069561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xj97vhL0lwo/STyyOyEJpDI/AAAAAAAAAig/oedUoKjGsMI/s72-c/istockphoto_4289885_gingerbread_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-5568534891594501105</id><published>2008-10-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:55:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST AUSTIN FACEBOOK STATUS QUOTES</title><content type='html'>So if you aren't familiar with Facebook, it allows you to make status updates on what you are doing throughout the day or week. Some example status quotes could be "Just ate a great dinner" or "Just saw an awesome movie". It's kind of a lame feature but at the same time, kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a list of some of the best status updates, copied &amp;amp; pasted directly from Austy's Facebook profile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is bored.&lt;br /&gt;Austin is very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin thinks someone is not telling the truth cause they are too scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt; &lt;span class="story_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin doesn't want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is mad cause he is so small i want to grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin just ate 6 pizzas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is watching footballd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is paige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is very very board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is saying, ELLEN GOT MARRIED!!!, HA HA HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is in gym getting ready to do curlups .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt; &lt;span class="story_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is sooooo bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin has a soccer game today@.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is very happy and sad at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin Is an eight grader no more being a seventh grader!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin won his game 4-0 and Scored once and the second one didnt count case of the dumb ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is very bored and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin 12:45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin had a fun sleepover with his bud Hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin just made banana pops with Hunter!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is ready see the shooting stars tonight with Hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is havin a sleepover with hunter tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is hangin with Hunter today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is so bored and sitting on the couch while every one is gone or a sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is laughing cause brandon thinks SPONGEBOB is a price of chesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is laughing that tanner is playing poker and i want him to teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin made over $400 worth of chips today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt; &lt;span class="story_time"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;Austin is tired and exited to watch tv tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption_meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-5568534891594501105?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/5568534891594501105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=5568534891594501105' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5568534891594501105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5568534891594501105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-austin-facebook-status-quotes.html' title='BEST AUSTIN FACEBOOK STATUS QUOTES'/><author><name>bwinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210224121011586126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-5329320510156433900</id><published>2008-09-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:48:17.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy sleeper</title><content type='html'>I let roxy out to go to the bathroom around 1:30 and went to put her on austins bed when i found this....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SNINHhLigEI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZmzgKfz4XA/s1600-h/IMG_5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247270938657062978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SNINHhLigEI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZmzgKfz4XA/s400/IMG_5038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin sleeping with his hat on. I ran down to tell brandon and robyn and we went back to snap some proof. What a funny kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-5329320510156433900?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/5329320510156433900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=5329320510156433900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5329320510156433900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5329320510156433900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-sleeper.html' title='crazy sleeper'/><author><name>sophie</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/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SNINHhLigEI/AAAAAAAABKE/FZmzgKfz4XA/s72-c/IMG_5038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-55304425815225012</id><published>2008-09-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:39:52.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so surprise party</title><content type='html'>Amy had been invited to a surprise birthday for one of her best friends Mckelle (they call her kel). My dad dropped her off and when he got home austin asked "where did amy go?." My dad told him that she went to Kel's birthday party. A while later austin gets a phone call from Mckelle asking where amy was.&lt;br /&gt; He replied with... isn't she at your house?&lt;br /&gt;Kel says, no....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well she was going to a birthday party at some girl named kel's house.&lt;br /&gt;Um ok.. talk to ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin tells my dad about this convo and he breaks out in a laugh saying it was a surprise party for mackelle and that he probably ruined the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Austin then tried to call her back to cover up and say oh it was a girl named makayla... but she didn't answer!&lt;br /&gt;oh austy we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-55304425815225012?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/55304425815225012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=55304425815225012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/55304425815225012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/55304425815225012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-so-surprise-party.html' title='not so surprise party'/><author><name>sophie</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-4434021574112810546</id><published>2008-09-08T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:40:41.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Serious</title><content type='html'>I just had to contribute a memory I have of babysitting Austin when he was 2 or 3 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to tell me some wild stories. Every time I'd reply with "Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;He'd get so mad that I thought his name was "serious", and say: "I'm NOT serious, I'm Austin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-4434021574112810546?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/4434021574112810546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=4434021574112810546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/4434021574112810546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/4434021574112810546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/i.html' title='I&apos;m not Serious'/><author><name>Austin-isms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16581947392271105697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-7566811536489498785</id><published>2008-09-08T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:42:40.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Your Mark Get Set Go!!</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After reading every post on this blog  and laughing so hard! I was trying to figure out an Austin-ism that I could write about. I finally came up with one so I hope you enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me and Austin were walking home one day. I have no idea where we were coming from but we were right in front of the house and he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin: "Amy I have three words for you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy: "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin:"On your mark, get set, go!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As he starts booking it to the door I just stood there watching him, laughing. He walked back to me when he noticed I wasn't trying to beat him and said, "Why are you laughing?" Still laughing I said Austin, On your mark get set go isn't three words its six words! Ha ha I think he still might have been a little confused! It was great!!&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/8168061633803336141-7566811536489498785?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/7566811536489498785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=7566811536489498785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/7566811536489498785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/7566811536489498785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-your-mark-get-set-go.html' title='On Your Mark Get Set Go!!'/><author><name>Austin-isms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16581947392271105697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-5956756566471713488</id><published>2008-09-07T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:05:56.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow children playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SMRPn9ndXZI/AAAAAAAABH0/W9MXU50qOyg/s1600-h/slow_children_at_play_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SMRPn9ndXZI/AAAAAAAABH0/W9MXU50qOyg/s400/slow_children_at_play_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243403414139657618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we were in hawaii a few years ago we were just driving around the island and past a few houses when we passed this sign.&lt;br /&gt;Austin reads it aloud saying "slow children, playing... Thats a good sign!"&lt;br /&gt;He read it as if there were slow children out playing. ha ha we all had some good laughs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-5956756566471713488?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/5956756566471713488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=5956756566471713488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5956756566471713488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5956756566471713488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/slow-children-playing.html' title='slow children playing'/><author><name>sophie</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC6gIPlPi5M/SMRPn9ndXZI/AAAAAAAABH0/W9MXU50qOyg/s72-c/slow_children_at_play_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-786976225559173006</id><published>2008-09-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:31:44.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Searches</title><content type='html'>So we borrowed Amy and Austin's Computer for the day so we could upload some pictures... While we had it I decided that I would take a look at the previous Google searches that have been made. It was pretty easy to pick out which one's were Austin's... I can't be sure that ALL of them are Austin's (Some could be Amy's or Linda's, which is still awesome) Obviously some of them are just simple type-oh's but I still found it entertaining to get an isight to what goes on in Austin's head and what he searches for online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Austin mean?&lt;br /&gt;What michel phelps eats for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;animal that looks like pau gasol&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;being teased&lt;br /&gt;bird mad&lt;br /&gt;bob marley backpack&lt;br /&gt;cheap youth eletric scooters&lt;br /&gt;cheap gocarts&lt;br /&gt;cheap youth go karts&lt;br /&gt;eivel bird&lt;br /&gt;eivelbird&lt;br /&gt;evel emu&lt;br /&gt;Gasol vs. Bird&lt;br /&gt;Gasol dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;br /&gt;innoying&lt;br /&gt;lyrics to its a hard not life  (Maybe Amy's?)&lt;br /&gt;mad bird&lt;br /&gt;money makeing ways for kids&lt;br /&gt;pau gasol scary picture&lt;br /&gt;pau gasol  funny pictures&lt;br /&gt;people teasing someone&lt;br /&gt;secret code to get games on your graphing calculator&lt;br /&gt;smallest dragon boy&lt;br /&gt;soccer posisions&lt;br /&gt;teased&lt;br /&gt;tennisee titans store&lt;br /&gt;teridactle&lt;br /&gt;teridaple&lt;br /&gt;terridapdal&lt;br /&gt;tiradactil&lt;br /&gt;whinnie the poog&lt;br /&gt;what to do when your bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda makes me glad that no-one can see the spelling errors that I do when I search online... My search history  is probably not much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-786976225559173006?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/786976225559173006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=786976225559173006' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/786976225559173006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/786976225559173006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/google-searches.html' title='Google Searches'/><author><name>robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734578954482926068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5EAvNegq1Y/R8T1XshRpLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9Fc3H5rgdV4/S220/m_7b5e828633ce2ddadbaff79caf7f443e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-6596065913269484168</id><published>2008-09-06T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:42:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazing Strawberry Smoothies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rightsizeonline.com/images/slend-a-berry-glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.rightsizeonline.com/images/slend-a-berry-glass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we were riding in the car with Austin and all of the sudden he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man I am crazing a strawberry smoothie right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing ensues for a minute or two, as Austin had a look on his face like 'Oh no... not again. What did I say this time?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazing Austin? You are crazing a smoothie?" I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya what? What's so funny??" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin, it's CRAVING with a 'v'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right!" he said with a confident laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man you gotta love the kid. Just makes you wonder how long he had been using 'crazing' and how many faces that has brought smiles to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-6596065913269484168?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/6596065913269484168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=6596065913269484168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/6596065913269484168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/6596065913269484168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazing-strawberry-smoothies.html' title='Crazing Strawberry Smoothies'/><author><name>bwinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210224121011586126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-3094354128536660115</id><published>2008-09-05T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:15:35.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The soldier too nice to hurt anything</title><content type='html'>I thought that awesome photos such as the one below would also be appropriate to post on this blog. enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/220/87/1418374765/n1418374765_67162_9921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v312/220/87/1418374765/n1418374765_67162_9921.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-3094354128536660115?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/3094354128536660115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=3094354128536660115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/3094354128536660115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/3094354128536660115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/soldier-too-nice-to-hurt-anything.html' title='The soldier too nice to hurt anything'/><author><name>bwinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210224121011586126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-4746541406505999470</id><published>2008-09-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:00:38.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll look at it courtney</title><content type='html'>So amy and austin just got home from school and we were all watching tv in the family room. Me and amy were sitting on one couch and austin was sitting on a different couch. I whispered to amy to look at my computer, on the screen was this blog and amy smiled! I said go to the website and look at it. She said umm nah. So i said you don't want to look at it? Thinking austin was in his own little world he says...&lt;br /&gt;aust: look at what?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh just a cute shirt i found online.&lt;br /&gt;aust: amy don't you want to look at it?&lt;br /&gt;amy: not right now.&lt;br /&gt;aust: i'll look at it courtney.&lt;br /&gt;me: oh i already off the internet... thanks though bud!&lt;br /&gt;aust: amy that is rude not to look.&lt;br /&gt;me: ya amy listen to austin!&lt;br /&gt;amy: well at least im not a liar... ha ha&lt;br /&gt;aust: amy i look at all of your clothes when you get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he throws out...&lt;br /&gt;if santa was real you would be on the naughty list amy! And asked me if i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha i was laughing so hard! i though it was so funny he was making this big deal about amy "not looking at a cute shirt online"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh austin i love you! You make my life full of laughs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-4746541406505999470?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/4746541406505999470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=4746541406505999470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/4746541406505999470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/4746541406505999470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-look-at-it-courtney.html' title='i&apos;ll look at it courtney'/><author><name>sophie</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-7069388629177720191</id><published>2008-09-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:20:13.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeew! A chip!</title><content type='html'>On our way down to St. George one time, we somehow discovered about an hour into the trip that Austin didn't wear or bring any shoes. None. I'm sure he was just in his own little world and wandered into the car, with monster trucks on his mind or something. Well we stopped in Fillmore for a bathroom break and to fill the car up with gas. Austin, wearing no shoes, has no problem walking into the gas station wearing no shoes. The dirty floor doesn't seem to bother him. Who knows what has been tracking across a gas station floor! Doesn't matter to Austin though! No problem. He walks into the bathroom, no shoes. His bare feet on the floor of a bathroom of a gas station. Doesn't phase him. When we're about to walk out of the gas station, Austin stepped on a half soggy Pringle and yelled "Eeeew! A chip!" He was completely grossed out by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. One of my personal favorite Austin moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-7069388629177720191?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/7069388629177720191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=7069388629177720191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/7069388629177720191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/7069388629177720191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/eeeew-chip.html' title='Eeeew! A chip!'/><author><name>Tanner Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12500322552040069561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-5445625151348470638</id><published>2008-09-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:06:23.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh!!</title><content type='html'>"We were hiding in the bushes and I was talking, then Chase told me to be quiet... and then I be'd quiet!"&lt;br /&gt;-Austin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-5445625151348470638?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/5445625151348470638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=5445625151348470638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5445625151348470638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5445625151348470638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh!!'/><author><name>robyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01734578954482926068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x5EAvNegq1Y/R8T1XshRpLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9Fc3H5rgdV4/S220/m_7b5e828633ce2ddadbaff79caf7f443e.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-2542581234796594654</id><published>2008-09-03T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:58:38.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman is Mormon??</title><content type='html'>I can't remember this story word-for-word but here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading somewhere in the truck with my parents. I think it was my mom, dad, robyn, austin and me. We were talking about how someone in the ward died or something the same way Christopher Reeve died. (The guy who played Superman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Austin usually does, he totally just grabbed bits and pieces of the story and mashed them together in his own little way to make it as interesting as possible and then asks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman is Mormon???!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed super hard for about 10 straight minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-2542581234796594654?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/2542581234796594654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=2542581234796594654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/2542581234796594654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/2542581234796594654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/superman-is-mormon.html' title='Superman is Mormon??'/><author><name>bwinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210224121011586126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-657575513388526088</id><published>2008-09-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:49:21.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan? Who's Evan?</title><content type='html'>When Tanner went on his mission, my entire family dropped him off at the MTC to say our goodbyes as most families do. Driving home we were all pretty choked up about the ordeal until Austin decided to open up his mouth, and I am very glad he did or I wouldn't be writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very rainy day that day and my mom decided that she needed to "tie" the rain falling down into Tanner leaving and... well you know how the twins work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Heaven is crying for Tanner too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin's reply, "Evan?? Who's Evan!?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-657575513388526088?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/657575513388526088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=657575513388526088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/657575513388526088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/657575513388526088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/evan-whos-evan.html' title='Evan? Who&apos;s Evan?'/><author><name>bwinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16210224121011586126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-5186151304266890309</id><published>2008-09-02T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:50:00.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look nice for bedtime</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for bed one night, Austin exclaims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, hurry up and iron my shirt! I'm wearing it to bed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168061633803336141-5186151304266890309?l=austin-isms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/feeds/5186151304266890309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168061633803336141&amp;postID=5186151304266890309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5186151304266890309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168061633803336141/posts/default/5186151304266890309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austin-isms.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-nice-for-bedtime.html' title='Look nice for bedtime'/><author><name>Tanner Winnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12500322552040069561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168061633803336141.post-2659907279409517188</id><published>2008-09-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:07:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to become a member of this blog...</title><content type='html'>...sign in with the info Tanner gave you and go to settings and under the permissions tab you can send and invite to your email address. This is so you can make a post from your home page without dealing with signing off your account and logging onto this one. 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What would the world be like without the hilarious humor and funny comments of Austin Mark Winnie? It wouldn't be the same! So any funny "Austin-isms" you hear or remember, just log in and blog it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An email address was created just for this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Email address: austinisms@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Password: austybear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you want to blog an Austin-ism, just be sure to give the title of your post a fitting name pertaining to what was said. 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