tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29662379.post-8191790136149270142008-03-19T00:50:00.000-07:002008-12-09T02:24:09.759-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EF-fOiD0DaQ/R-DHyUskmZI/AAAAAAAAALg/T6FiWbcPQ4o/s1600-h/scouts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EF-fOiD0DaQ/R-DHyUskmZI/AAAAAAAAALg/T6FiWbcPQ4o/s320/scouts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179359238839114130" /></a> As seen on <a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/">PostSecret</a>. One of my secrets? I live in fear that Evie and JT will grow up thinking I sucked as a parent. My other secret? I hope I'm not spoiling them. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't. College funds can double as therapy funds I guess. (We're checking it out at a GS meeting the first week of April.)<P><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29662379-819179013614927014?l=thelotuslife.blogspot.com'/></div>honglien123http://www.blogger.com/profile/04664865503830892153noreply@blogger.com3