<?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-1471768553551857889</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:50:40.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of 3......</title><subtitle type='html'>and yet, I'm still me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-6934978912602102002</id><published>2009-10-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:07:30.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One of life's greatest mysteries is how a 2 pound bag of candy can make a girl gain 5 pounds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I only love and want the things that I know are bad for me?  I need to find my motivation to be healthy and happy with my choice to be healthier.  I want to hear your story, tell me how you make choices everyday to be healthier.  I know we aren't perfect, I just need ideas to help remotivate myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I found a saying and put it on my mirror in the bathroom,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;I just have to be accountable."&lt;br /&gt;Today starts my accountability, I am accountable to both of you who read my blog.&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/1471768553551857889-6934978912602102002?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/6934978912602102002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=6934978912602102002' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6934978912602102002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6934978912602102002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-thought.html' title='Here&apos;s a thought....'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-1807660704052619584</id><published>2009-09-14T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:26:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MOON new trailer!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! The new NEW MOON trailer premiered at the VMA awards last night! Here's the link, Super fun!!!!  Can't wait for November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/movie-trailers/436357/exclusive-new-moon-trailer-premiere.jhtml#movieId=1600299"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/videos/movie-trailers/436357/exclusive-new-moon-trailer-premiere.jhtml#movieId=1600299&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-1807660704052619584?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/1807660704052619584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=1807660704052619584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/1807660704052619584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/1807660704052619584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-moon-new-trailer.html' title='NEW MOON new trailer!!!'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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-1471768553551857889.post-6270271794375511690</id><published>2009-02-22T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:47:30.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brenda needs.......Corey needs.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK, this was pretty funny. My girlfriend Leslie tag me with this one and I hadn't seen it before.  I had a good laugh though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google your name and needs (Brenda needs) then jot down the top 10 things you "need".  I laughed pretty hard at my number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Brenda needs her medication.&lt;br /&gt;2- Brenda needs a bra.&lt;br /&gt;3- Brenda needs a partner.&lt;br /&gt;4- Brenda needs to run.&lt;br /&gt;5- Brenda needs your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;6- Brenda needs to get it together.&lt;br /&gt;7- Brenda needs blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;8- Brenda needs help.&lt;br /&gt;9- Brenda needs a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;10- Brenda needs Close to My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone see a pattern here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also googled Corey's "needs", they were even more funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Corey needs a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;2- Corey needs a job.&lt;br /&gt;3- Corey needs a family.&lt;br /&gt;4- Corey needs a date for prom.&lt;br /&gt;5- Corey needs a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;6- Corey needs you.&lt;br /&gt;7- Corey needs numbers.&lt;br /&gt;8- Corey needs help and advise.&lt;br /&gt;9- Corey needs a ride.&lt;br /&gt;10- Corey needs a webpage.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I see a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do it if you want and share, it was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-6270271794375511690?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/6270271794375511690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=6270271794375511690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6270271794375511690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6270271794375511690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/02/brenda-needscorey-needs.html' title='Brenda needs.......Corey needs.......'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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-1471768553551857889.post-3282663642762574255</id><published>2009-02-22T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:39:39.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 250, 255); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iPod or other music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the NEXT button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got this from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;If I Had A Million Dollars - Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Even The Nights Are Better - Air Supply (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;I Got Money Now - Pink (that's funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Cruel Summer-Blestenation from Blue Crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Dont stop the music - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Sexyback - Justin Timberlake (Cuz I REALLY want to have a Sexy Back....!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Whistling in the Dark - They Might Be Giants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Angel - Sarah McLachlan (that seriously came up!!! Perfect, that's what I think about most of my friends!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 250, 255); font-family: Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;A Whole New World - Aladdins Theme, Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP??&lt;br /&gt;Party Like a Rockstar - Shop Boys (super funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE??&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Pop Electric - Gwen Stefani (WOW, that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson (I LOVE my mom's banana pancakes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Paradise - Ana Serrano van der Laan (where did this song come from? Who is this? It works though, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Out Here All  Night - Damone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Calling All The People - 4 Non Blonds (I love this song and I love calling all the people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Readymade - Red Hot Chili Peppers (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know Why - Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Every Time Two Fools Collide - Kenny Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;This Is How I Feel - Earth, Wind and Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 250, 255); font-family: Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Melee - Beastie Boys (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;One More Night - Casada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Beauty on the TV Screen - Lou Bega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Save the Population - Red Hot Chili Peppers (multiply and replenish right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Every Woman in the World - Air Supply (funny, apparently I'm very threatened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Intro - Violent Femes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Night Rain - Jim Brickman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 250, 255); font-family: Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Catch-22 - Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 250, 255); font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was really a lot of fun not to mention funny so for anyone who has an I Pod I tag you and can't wait to see your responses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-3282663642762574255?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/3282663642762574255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=3282663642762574255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/3282663642762574255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/3282663642762574255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch-22.html' title='Catch-22'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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-1471768553551857889.post-862500704131689559</id><published>2009-01-31T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:26:54.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged.  If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-In no particular order-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-To fall asleep, I need to touch Corey's leg with my foot.  It is a comfort thing, I just want to make sure he is there, I don't need to snuggle with the furnace, I just need his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I can pick out my pillow in a stack of 50.  I love my pillow and can't sleep without it.  It's funny because Corey's is the same pillow, but I know mine from his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I love blogging!  I love to show off my kids and the funny things they do.  I am so proud of them and I want everyone to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I love my TV shows!  I very much look forward to the time after we put the kids in bed.  It's very relaxing and I love to escape reality for a bit each day. Let me just sing praises to the invention of DVR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Diet Pepsi - I think it should be included in the food pyramid.  It makes me SO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-I am extremely selfish.  I like to pamper myself; spas, pedicures, shopping, dates with Corey, surprises, time to get ready in the morning, sleeping in on weekends, just to name a few, there are many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-I mate for life. This means Corey, obviously, but it also means my friendships.  Once my friend, always my friend.  I consider myself to be very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-I have a philosophy, "If it stands still long enough, I will paint it."  A little paint makes everything look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-Things I don't do: water flowers or plants, take the garbage to the street (OK, I will when Corey is out of town), mow the lawn, make beds on a daily basis (just when I change sheets), wash windows, iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-I hate open cabinets.  If I come into the kitchen and can tell exactly what Corey has eaten for breakfast because the cabinets that are open.....twitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-I am inordinately proud of my children.  I love to watch them learn new things and show me.  I love how proud they are when they have made something.  I am pretty sure my children are absurdly smart and will excel at everything they do.  I love to make my children laugh, for some reason they think I am funny at times and I love to over do it and make them laugh harder. I pray daily for them and for myself that I might have more patience in teaching them and helping them develop to their full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-I love SUSHI, hate butter popcorn, love chewy candy, hate sloppy Mexican food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-I use to despise peanut butter until I had Rhys and friend brought dinner to us.  For dessert she made peanut butter squares.  I was so unbelievably drawn to them and at the same time grossed out.  I had conditioned myself to not like peanut butter and all I could think about was eating the whole pan of PB squares.  Needless to say, because I have no will power, I gave into the urge and couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-I can't think of anything more relaxing than when someone plays with my hair.  My friend Joanne says I am boring when she cuts my hair because I get drowsy and relax too much to have a good conversation with.  Also I love to have my hair pulled on, super relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-I have stopped praying for patience.  It has recently been brought to my attention that as I have been praying for increased patience on a daily basis, I have been blessed abundantly with "situations that test my patience" and I continue to fail in each instance.  Thus, I have stopped praying for patience and started praying for the knowledge to teach my children.  DUH!  Can you believe it's taken this long to figure it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-I love creative outlets!  Anytime I can make/create something new, I will jump at the chance.  I think I am creative and crafty (don't burst my bubble).  When I see a project I immediately start to think how I can produce it and even make it better and my own.  I apparently think I can do anything if I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-I absolutely live for my birthday!! I think everyone should stop what they are doing and spend the whole day celebrating and surprising me!  I love to do the same for others birthdays because I believe that birthdays are the one day a year it's all about you!  Also, I become very annoyed when the birthday boy or girl doesn't appreciate what is being done for them! (ie:Corey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-I love vacations.  I would jump at any chance to travel with my family or show my kids something new.  I want my kids to enjoy and appreciate the world around them and have the chance to have many adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-I am in my 31st year and have never been to Disneyland!  What bubble did I grow up in?!  It seem silly but I am so excited to take my kids to Disneyland this year and experience it with them for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I am so grateful for my brothers and sisters(s) - Martin's and Enloes'  - I have been blessed with amazing sisters and sister-in-laws that love me and my family unconditionally and as we all grow, I believe we aren't just sisters, I love that they are some of my best friends.  As a brother should be, he is my hero, he may not know it but I look up to him and want to follow his example. I love getting to know my brother-in-laws better, I believe they are great men and great fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-I LOATH shaving and plan to remove every inch of hair from my nose to my toes before I turn 35. I know, a lofty goal for Sasquatch but I believe it can be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22-I suck at cooking/baking.  I actually have the desire to learn and so but desire and capability are two very different things.  Each time I cook, something goes wrong, whether it be small or large there is always a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-I love to make Corey giggle.  This may not be something he wants everyone to know, but it's is one of my most favorite sounds.  He does it when he is genuinely happy, I like to think it is just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-I adore baby feet.  I love everything about them! I will kiss them, smell them and generally eat them up! There is nothing more sweet than little baby pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25-I am darn near legally blind and "will never be a candidate for lasic surgery", these were the words I heard when I went for my first lasic appointment. I have worn glasses since I was 3 and I was so looking forward to finding out how others see.  I sobbed for hours after I was told this, not to mention that my eyesight is getting worse everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I wasn't sure I was that interesting, alas, I am! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn.... I tag......... (I know there's more than 10, but it's my game)&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, Becky, Amy, Jamie, Aria, Shar, Joanne, Vanessa, Heather, Leslie, Liz, Marinda, and Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-862500704131689559?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/862500704131689559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=862500704131689559' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/862500704131689559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/862500704131689559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-9146197350205463824</id><published>2009-01-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:46:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry For Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corey hates my picture I have on this blog of myself.  Since I am usually on the other side of the camera, I don't have many shots of myself.  This is a cry for help!  Help me find a more flattering picture of myself for my blog.  I know, I know, this might be a stretch, but if you possibly have a picture that I happen to be in and I don't look nasty in (although, keep in mind I did just get Photoshop, maybe I can doctor it)....email me, brendajenloe@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your help, if no one can help me out, I guess I will just have to go for some Glamour Shots, right? LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-9146197350205463824?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/9146197350205463824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=9146197350205463824' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/9146197350205463824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/9146197350205463824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/01/cry-for-help.html' title='Cry For Help!'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-7839076653335010931</id><published>2009-01-07T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:12:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.wikihow.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just found this site that I absolutely love!  It has ways and ideas on how to make everything in your life better.  I for one can use the ideas, I am not arrogant enough to believe that I can figure it out all on my own.  I just read this article on "How To Be More Adventurous", something I want to teach my children and at the same time learn myself.  Our family has such a great opportunity where we live to find adventures around us everyday, I plan on taking full advantage of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the article if you are interested in being more adventurous.......also check out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/"&gt;www.wikihow.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to learn how to "Accept and Oscar" or maybe even "Be a Great Neighbor".&lt;br /&gt;PS - as you are reading if any of the yellow highlighted word sound like something you would liek to learn more about click on it and it will take you right into wikihow, and you can learn more about the subject!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Adventurous"&gt;How to Be Adventurous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;         &lt;div id="featurestar"&gt;&lt;map name="ImageMap_1" id="ImageMap_1"&gt; &lt;area href="http://www.wikihow.com/Category:Featured-articles" shape="rect" coords="0,0,14,14" alt="This is a featured article. Click here for more information." title="This is a featured article. Click here for more information."&gt;&lt;/map&gt; &lt;div style="position: relative;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired of doing the same old thing? Want to spice things up? There's more to being adventurous than traveling and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Climb-a-14er" title="Climb a 14er"&gt;climbing mountains&lt;/a&gt;. The formula for adventure is really quite simple: Novelty + &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Have-Courage" title="Have Courage"&gt;courage&lt;/a&gt; = adventure. So what are you waiting for? Read up and embark on your next adventure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Put a new twist on the same old thing.&lt;/b&gt; Come into your house through your window instead of your front door. Take the long road home. Study the kama sutra. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Cook-Low-Fat-Moroccan-Chicken" title="Cook Low Fat Moroccan Chicken"&gt;Cook an exotic meal.&lt;/a&gt; Wear something totally out of character. Go to the movies in your high school prom dress. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Teach-Yourself-a-New-Language" title="Teach Yourself a New Language"&gt;Learn a new language&lt;/a&gt; and whisper sweet nothings into the ear of your loved one, or the hottie at the bar. Whatever it is that you're doing, ask yourself: "How can I do this differently?" Even something as mundane as brushing your teeth can take on a whole new level of fun when you practice a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Learn-to-Tap-Dance" title="Learn to Tap Dance"&gt;tap dancing&lt;/a&gt; routine or &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Belly-Dance" title="Belly Dance"&gt;belly dance&lt;/a&gt; at the same time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Overcome-Fear" title="Overcome Fear"&gt;Conquer your fears.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You know what they are, and once you overcome them, that'll open the door to a whole new set of adventures. Whether it's heights, public speaking, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Sing-Karaoke-With-Confidence" class="mw-redirect" title="Sing Karaoke With Confidence"&gt;karaoke&lt;/a&gt;, your &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Along-With-Your-In-Laws" class="mw-redirect" title="Get Along With Your In Laws"&gt;mother-in-law&lt;/a&gt;...face it. Remember that fear is a biological response to worrying about death. If the situation that scares you isn't life-threatening, there isn't any reason to be scared!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Mingle-With-Strangers-at-Parties" title="Mingle With Strangers at Parties"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Talk to strangers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; The best way to find new adventures is through new people. Everybody has different experiences and a different background; every person can teach you something new. Maybe that guy sitting across from you at the coffee shop can show you how to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Climb-a-14er" title="Climb a 14er"&gt;climb a mountain&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe the old lady in the library can teach you how to preserve fifty pounds of tomatoes. Maybe the quiet girl at the bar can offer you a place to stay with her cousin in&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Live-Like-a-Rock-Star-%28or-Tango-Star%29-in-Buenos-Aires" title="Live Like a Rock Star (or Tango Star) in Buenos Aires"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/a&gt;, or Budapest, or Bolivia. Get over your approach anxiety and start talking to people! Who cares if they brush you off? What's the big deal? It isn't going to kill you, right? (Well....see the Warnings below.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try new things.&lt;/b&gt; Always be on the lookout for new things to do. Read the local papers, and ask people (now that you're chatting up a storm with strangers) what they're doing in their spare time. Go to a local farm and ask if you can &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Milk-a-Cow" title="Milk a Cow"&gt;milk a cow&lt;/a&gt;. Film a documentary. Take a &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Ballet-Dance" title="Ballet Dance"&gt;ballet&lt;/a&gt; or salsa dance class. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Meditate" title="Meditate"&gt;Meditate&lt;/a&gt; with Buddhist monks. Whatever it is, approach it with an &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Exercise-an-Open-Mind" title="Exercise an Open Mind"&gt;open mind&lt;/a&gt; and a good attitude, and thank people for giving you the opportunity for trying something new.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get lost!&lt;/b&gt; Explore new territory. Once in a while, spend a day off just driving around randomly and seeing what you come across. (If you have a map and aren't too isolated, you should be able to find your way home.) If you have the means to do so, visit another country. Even if you can't travel, you can climb the tree in your backyard--that's new territory, and you'll probably enjoy the view!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make a bucket list.&lt;/b&gt; A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you "kick the bucket". Surely, you don't want to die having followed the same old routine, day in, day out, do you? So write up that list - complete with goals big and small, like &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Skydive-for-the-First-Time" title="Skydive for the First Time"&gt;skydiving&lt;/a&gt; in Peru, and &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Whistle-Using-Grass" title="Whistle Using Grass"&gt;whistling with a blade of grass&lt;/a&gt; - and get to it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Live-in-the-Moment" title="Live in the Moment"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Live in the moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Adventurers are experts in focusing on the journey rather than the destination. Yes, they usually have a goal in mind, but when you're trying new things, plans always change and your route will, too! You'll need to &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Be-Resourceful" title="Be Resourceful"&gt;be resourceful&lt;/a&gt; and, more importantly, be a good sport. When things go wrong (which they will, or else you're not pushing far enough outside your comfort zone) don't get moody and distraught; outline your options, pick one, and charge forward with your life. And have fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-7839076653335010931?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/7839076653335010931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=7839076653335010931' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/7839076653335010931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/7839076653335010931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/01/wwwwikihowcom.html' title='www.wikihow.com'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-9109712973479814869</id><published>2009-01-04T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:49:14.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Abundantly Blessed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our lesson in Relief Society today was titled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Abundantly Blessed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   From start to finish, my mind was working and thinking of the many things I have been blessed with and by.  The Lord has seen fit to watch over me and my family and for this I feel truly blessed.  At this point in my life, I can't help but feel like this has been a bit one sided.  I truly feel the NEED, not want, to show my appreciation and gratitude to my Heavenly Father.  The phrase, "Where much is given, much is required", is pressing me to do more in my life.  Corey and I sat down recently and discussed our "goals" for the year as a family, couple and individuals, in the end we decided that doing this makes us accountable.  Therefore, I am not only telling the world my shortcomings, I am asking that you hold me accountable.  In no particular order, I am making a list of goals, resolutions, commitments, what ever you would like to refer to them as, mainly for me but please make me accountable and ask how I am doing.  It's a long list and a long road but I am willing to do what is required.  (I hope this makes sense, it does in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-   Work on more patience&lt;br /&gt;2-   Get healthy&lt;br /&gt;3-   Find/buy a home for our family&lt;br /&gt;4-   Study the D&amp;amp;C Sunday School lesson BEFORE Sunday&lt;br /&gt;5-   Instate Family Night&lt;br /&gt;6-   Read my scriptures every day&lt;br /&gt;7-   Read with my kids every day&lt;br /&gt;8-   Personal prayers every day&lt;br /&gt;9-   Treat my children with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; respect and love&lt;br /&gt;10-  Be a better wife&lt;br /&gt;11-   Be a better mom&lt;br /&gt;12-  Be a better sister&lt;br /&gt;13-  Be a better friend&lt;br /&gt;14-  Find opportunities to serve more (pay attention!)&lt;br /&gt;15-  Play more games with my kids&lt;br /&gt;16-  Hug my family more often&lt;br /&gt;17-  Exercise more&lt;br /&gt;18-  Find ways to surprise Corey&lt;br /&gt;19-  Scrapbook more&lt;br /&gt;20-  Finish all the cards I have started&lt;br /&gt;21-   Learn to road bike&lt;br /&gt;22-  Hike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sopris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23-  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Volunteer&lt;/span&gt; at the boys schools more&lt;br /&gt;24-  Work on scrapbooks twice a month (minimum)&lt;br /&gt;25-   Learn digital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26-  Do 1/2 digital scrap pages 1/2 paper made&lt;br /&gt;27-   Learn how to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;, take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt; class&lt;br /&gt;28-   Find and purchase a 12x12 printer (anyone know where I can find one?)&lt;br /&gt;29-   Market vinyl products in our area&lt;br /&gt;30-   Help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malik&lt;/span&gt; prepare for his baptism&lt;br /&gt;31-   Make a testimony book for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32-   Finish the kids quiet books&lt;br /&gt;33-   Spend less money, stick to the budget&lt;br /&gt;34-   Plan menus each week&lt;br /&gt;35-   Read a book once a month&lt;br /&gt;36-   Take the kids to Disneyland (my first time too!)&lt;br /&gt;37-   Date Corey&lt;br /&gt;38-   Take a girls trip with my ladies&lt;br /&gt;39-   Keep current with my journal/blog&lt;br /&gt;40-   Take more pictures&lt;br /&gt;41-   Overlook the things that really don't matter&lt;br /&gt;42-   Find more things everyday that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;43-   Find things that make my family happy and do them&lt;br /&gt;44-   Remember birthdays&lt;br /&gt;45-   Refer to this list often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know, serious list huh?  I want to be better and do better for myself and those around me.  Although these are pretty lofty goals, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; I can be and do better..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pray for me&lt;/span&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/1471768553551857889-9109712973479814869?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/9109712973479814869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=9109712973479814869' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/9109712973479814869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/9109712973479814869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Abundantly Blessed&quot;'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-8744872746406133492</id><published>2008-12-23T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:21:47.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Picture Perfect Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you look inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely you would see&lt;br /&gt;How much your love and loyalty&lt;br /&gt;Truly mean to me&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful just knowing&lt;br /&gt;That you are always there&lt;br /&gt;Without a spoken word....&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you care&lt;br /&gt;The memories we've shared together&lt;br /&gt;Time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;Nor could I find a friend&lt;br /&gt;To ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;May this special bond unite&lt;br /&gt;All of our days&lt;br /&gt;For I will be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Forever and always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5npLGqCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/XwPBVjAddCk/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5npLGqCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/XwPBVjAddCk/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283137559856588834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie, Brenda, Carrie, Amy, Becky, Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;(way bad pic, but the only one I have with Jamie, we should take care of that Jam!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVJ0TM8eS5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/in3CIbICiI4/s1600-h/DSCN3096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVJ0TM8eS5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/in3CIbICiI4/s320/DSCN3096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283413186100218770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy, Brenda, Becky, Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKYs8uvYJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tHZci2CNWFs/s1600-h/scan_8521114922_1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKYs8uvYJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/tHZci2CNWFs/s320/scan_8521114922_1_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283453210842849426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corey, Me, Gavin and Mandy&lt;br /&gt;(Mandy! Can you believe I do not own any pics of us together in the last 10 years of our friendship!!!!  Do you have any for me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBe2oCmtI/AAAAAAAAAto/GHwVXClaNdI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBe2oCmtI/AAAAAAAAAto/GHwVXClaNdI/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427679918529234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top - Carrie, Becky, Brenda  Bottom - Dianna, Jo, Amelia, Marinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKQvnaW81I/AAAAAAAAAuA/vTRLbCqj8Ew/s1600-h/2005-09-04+Enloe+Family+Pictures+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKQvnaW81I/AAAAAAAAAuA/vTRLbCqj8Ew/s320/2005-09-04+Enloe+Family+Pictures+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283444460566803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister-in-laws - Aria, Brenda, Lindsey, Hillary, Shar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5ogii2MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/AbX5-5Qlank/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5ogii2MI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/AbX5-5Qlank/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283137574718855362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love these girls!!!  Kenzie, Sami and Lexi&lt;br /&gt;(Madi, the picture of me and you at your baptism should go here!  Tell your mom to get it to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBfT1xfCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ph6QQudJIVY/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBfT1xfCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Ph6QQudJIVY/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427687760755746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nichole, Shar, Aria, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5oYc8cLI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FVsKcecUrdY/s1600-h/IMG_1997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5oYc8cLI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FVsKcecUrdY/s320/IMG_1997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283137572547883186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Carrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5oEfhHHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uJR34W0VmEk/s1600-h/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5oEfhHHI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uJR34W0VmEk/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283137567189965938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie takin' a licken'!  As usual......stop kidding yourself, you love it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKQwPBTHMI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hnvKIw-H3E4/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKQwPBTHMI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hnvKIw-H3E4/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283444471199112386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Family, My Sisters, My Nieces and My Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5nqQq4iI/AAAAAAAAAsw/j7YlXoljh3I/s1600-h/0611082056a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5nqQq4iI/AAAAAAAAAsw/j7YlXoljh3I/s320/0611082056a-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283137560148369954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two chubbies on a little bike!  HAHAHAHA good times! Seriously, who thought this was a kodak moment!?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBfIVkRTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3GB9xzJFEgQ/s1600-h/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVKBfIVkRTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3GB9xzJFEgQ/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283427684672881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky, Carrie, Brenda, Aria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I count myself very blessed to have so many women in my life that mean so much to me.  as Christmas is a time to count my blessings, I want to express how much you all have impacted my life.  I love and miss you all, if you can't tell I am a bit homesick for my girlfriends, I guess I have taken you all for granted.  I miss being able to spend time with my ladies whenever I want.  I hope all of your christmas' are wonderful!  I will be thinking of you all! Love ya TONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above poem was given to me by my sweet friend Jamie, she is someone I have become close to very fast, she is caring, loving and very sensitive to the needs of those around her.  She is a great example of friendship to me, I love you tons Jamie, miss you much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1471768553551857889-8744872746406133492?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/8744872746406133492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=8744872746406133492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/8744872746406133492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/8744872746406133492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-picture-perfect-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SVF5npLGqCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/XwPBVjAddCk/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-4508500514079424005</id><published>2008-11-21T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:15:45.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night (and morning) of Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carrie dawning her Team Edward fashion T, Brenda flaunting her Cullen coat of arms hoodie, Amelia strutting her McDreamy, McSteamy, McSparkly classic T, Aria making a production in her Team Edward  - Cause Jacob doesn't Sparkle couture (check the hooker boots!), and Becky sporting her Team Jacob attire (she's not afraid to be different!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOdxL6wlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/EyUznULgm6k/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOdxL6wlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/EyUznULgm6k/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127424698597970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at the "Prom" fashionably late, around 9:30pm and were ushered down the red carpet, flashes going off all around us! (VIP's remember?!? ;)  Using the VIP entrance, we made our appearance at the first ever Twilight Prom where we were assaulted with every Twilight product we could even imagine, food named after all the characters, a blood chocolate fountain, Alice's salon and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOeWdGE6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/j_sXG1vkL8s/s1600-h/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOeWdGE6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/j_sXG1vkL8s/s320/IMG_1981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127434702754722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOeohyPoI/AAAAAAAAAng/tIbktey_LsU/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOeohyPoI/AAAAAAAAAng/tIbktey_LsU/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127439554264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a moment with Edward.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOe7Y18nI/AAAAAAAAAno/EkgtRcwnIIA/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOe7Y18nI/AAAAAAAAAno/EkgtRcwnIIA/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127444617032306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie (before picture) getting her locks done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOffPh0_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/V_-OKp6yvVM/s1600-h/IMG_1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOffPh0_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/V_-OKp6yvVM/s320/IMG_1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127454241641458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Hot! (after photo) Now you are ready for the prom Carrie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOxL_zCvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XbxOxHucOrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOxL_zCvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/XbxOxHucOrQ/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127758313032434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becky (forcibly) having her nails painted black. Bec, I think she got some on your knuckles.....&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOxU_Xu2I/AAAAAAAAAoA/sfQSZ0v1f-0/s1600-h/IMG_1991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOxU_Xu2I/AAAAAAAAAoA/sfQSZ0v1f-0/s320/IMG_1991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271127760727161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready for the movie to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPER &lt;/span&gt;fun movie and well worth the wait and anticipation!  I loved it!!!  I won't go into detail, as not to spoil it for everyone, but I will say the crooked smile is super&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hot &lt;/span&gt;and definitely Edward grew on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a really fun night with my best girl friends who I love dearly!  (missed you Amy! ;)&lt;br /&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/1471768553551857889-4508500514079424005?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/4508500514079424005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=4508500514079424005' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4508500514079424005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4508500514079424005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/11/night-and-morning-twilight.html' title='A Night (and morning) of Twilight'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSbOdxL6wlI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/EyUznULgm6k/s72-c/IMG_1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-6949935305435094171</id><published>2008-11-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:30:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twas the night before&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; twilight&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSTO-aNC3JI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aNkY9-_EgMo/s1600-h/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSTO-aNC3JI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aNkY9-_EgMo/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270565035511569554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......you are seeing it correctly, I am in pocession of a Twilight Prom VIP pass for the midnight showing tomorrow night!  I am all geared up with my "TEAM EDWARD" shirt and my "Cullen" coat of arms zip hoodie, my VIP pass and my "Superman wears &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice Cullen&lt;/span&gt; Pajamas" car vinyl, I guess you can say I am 100% ready and super excited for my girls night out!&lt;br /&gt;(or as Corey refers to it, "Our night of Mormon Porn")&lt;br /&gt;I know it's silly but silly is fun......right?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSTRppu61eI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yQcMUklR44U/s1600-h/IMG_1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSTRppu61eI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yQcMUklR44U/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567977437812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honor and anticipation of this event, I have filled my playlist with some songs from the twilight soundtrack.  Which, incidently, has hit #1 and has become only the second soundtrack in history to become #1 BEFORE a movie is released! (eat Edwards shorts Eminem!)   Thanks to all the MoMo moms (not making fun, I bought it too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special shout to Aria for making this all possible!  I Heart You!&lt;br /&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/1471768553551857889-6949935305435094171?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/6949935305435094171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=6949935305435094171' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6949935305435094171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6949935305435094171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-eve.html' title='Twilight Eve!'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SSTO-aNC3JI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aNkY9-_EgMo/s72-c/IMG_1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-4698514167132347315</id><published>2008-10-25T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:09:30.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilighters Anonymous Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Heather had this on her blog yesterday and of course I had to participate!  So, here are the results, check it out, who are you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/quizzes/find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html"&gt;www.twilightersanonymous.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQPMV8XqlVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/80AqC8KEKHw/s1600-h/I%27m+am+Alice"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQPMV8XqlVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/80AqC8KEKHw/s400/I%27m+am+Alice" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261273467053577554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;You are intelligent, outgoing &amp;amp; stylish.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A true girly girl, you love shopping &amp;amp; makeovers.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Although you are a generous friend, you can be coy, tricky &amp;amp; very persuasive in order to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;get your way.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are known to zone out occasionally during conversations, but your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;friends forgive you because you are understanding, supportive &amp;amp; know how to throw one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;heck of a party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-4698514167132347315?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/4698514167132347315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=4698514167132347315' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4698514167132347315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4698514167132347315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight-anonymous-quiz.html' title='Twilighters Anonymous Quiz'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQPMV8XqlVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/80AqC8KEKHw/s72-c/I%27m+am+Alice' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-3893944325455763939</id><published>2008-10-24T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:27:53.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.....By 8's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQJFYgcG8lI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_rZ5718oAEo/s1600-h/eight"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQJFYgcG8lI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_rZ5718oAEo/s400/eight" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260843602049167954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been tagged!!! Everything in 8's...so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Favorite TV shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Lipstick Jungle&lt;br /&gt;-Gray's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;-Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;-Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;-Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;-Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;-The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bajio&lt;br /&gt;-Ginza&lt;br /&gt;-Bambara&lt;br /&gt;-Mikado&lt;br /&gt;-Asian Star&lt;br /&gt;-Chipolte&lt;br /&gt;-Paradise Bakery&lt;br /&gt;-AWESOME place in Aspen that I can't remember the name but next time I am so getting the "Big Ass Pickle" as the call it on the menu (right Carrie?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I did Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drank an exorbitant amount of Diet Pepsi and Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;-Took Malik to school&lt;br /&gt;-Played a serious game of Domino's&lt;br /&gt;-Cried&lt;br /&gt;-Went "rock-a-rocka" with Jorie while reading to Rhys&lt;br /&gt;-Did 4 days worth of dishes&lt;br /&gt;-Helped Annette complete vinyl enrichment projects&lt;br /&gt;-Missed my husband (about once an hour if I recall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I am looking forward too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Corey coming home tonight!&lt;br /&gt;-Vegas and Mama Mia with my favorite ladies!&lt;br /&gt;-Chicago and Dirty Dancing with my lover.....&lt;br /&gt;-Taking the kids to Disneyland for the first time in the Spring (oh ya, I have NEVER been either!)&lt;br /&gt;-Malik's baptism in April&lt;br /&gt;-Friends coming to visit, Carrie's birthday and New Years (I know this sounds like more than one but it's all happening at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;-Having my Tarot cards read.&lt;br /&gt;-The "Prom" (that's right, Aria, Carrie, Becky and I are gracing the Twilight Prom on Nov. 20th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things I love about Fall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The leaves!&lt;br /&gt;-My kids playing in the leaves&lt;br /&gt;-Carmel apples (OK, I like them in the spring, summer and winter&lt;br /&gt;-Thanksgiving (love stuffing)&lt;br /&gt;-Sweater/Sweatshirt weather&lt;br /&gt;-Not sweating like a pig&lt;br /&gt;-Mulled Cider&lt;br /&gt;-Leaving my windows cracked at night in my bedroom and waking up snugly in my bed with cool air all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things on my Wish List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6 extra feet in the back of the Tahoe&lt;br /&gt;-Bedroom furniture&lt;br /&gt;-Build my dream house&lt;br /&gt;-That Malik won;t cry over the move anymore (I don't think my heart can take it!)&lt;br /&gt;-A super long romantic kiss with Corey (TMI right? I really am missing him)&lt;br /&gt;-A mud room&lt;br /&gt;-A linen closet&lt;br /&gt;-Last but not least, no more tears......I wish for smiles, lost of quality time, and years of fun memories with friends who have become family and family who have become my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 People I Tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carrie&lt;br /&gt;-Becky&lt;br /&gt;-Amy&lt;br /&gt;-Lindie&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;-Aria&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne&lt;br /&gt;-Marinda&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/1471768553551857889-3893944325455763939?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/3893944325455763939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=3893944325455763939' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/3893944325455763939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/3893944325455763939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggedby-8s.html' title='Tagged.....By 8&apos;s'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SQJFYgcG8lI/AAAAAAAAAi4/_rZ5718oAEo/s72-c/eight' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-2545623879409966682</id><published>2008-10-22T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:44:32.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Game - Redone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, it's really no secret that I am a pig.  OK, maybe it is, I have come to realize I am the best hider in the world! I have way to many stashes that need to be visited once in awhile and seeing how we are beginning to move, I thought I should start with the small stashes and move to the big ones.  Which means, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kitchen junk drawer&lt;/span&gt;........ don't even pretend you don't have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, here's the "baby shower" game.  Remember this one, the host brings out a basket full of baby paraphenalia, lets you have a quick look then takes it away and asks you write down as many thing as you can remember from memory.  Take a look at the photo for a few seconds (don't cheat!) then go into comments and write as many things as you can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Could be fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SP90Qg2pJ3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DEHsWifuJiQ/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SP90Qg2pJ3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DEHsWifuJiQ/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260050716837881714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1471768553551857889-2545623879409966682?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/2545623879409966682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=2545623879409966682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/2545623879409966682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/2545623879409966682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-shower-game-redone.html' title='Baby Shower Game - Redone'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SP90Qg2pJ3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/DEHsWifuJiQ/s72-c/IMG_1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-4134099184805435560</id><published>2008-10-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:22:07.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Definitions found in Wikipedia-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Betty Crocker&lt;/b&gt;, an invented persona&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and cultural icon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, is a brand name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and trademark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of American food company General Mills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_Mills" title="General Mills"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. The name was first developed by the Washburn Crosby Company&lt;/span&gt; in 1921 as a way to give a personalized response to consumer product questions. The name Betty was selected because it was viewed as a cheery, All-American name. It was paired with the last name Crocker, in honor of William Crocker, a Washburn Crosby Company director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Betty Crapper,&lt;/span&gt; an actual person living in Murray, Utah.  In 1998 she began trying her hand at cooking and baking with dire results. The name Betty Crapper, soon became her affectionately given name by many who were effected by her "crappy" skills in the kitchen. (anyone remember the monkey bread incident?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, I fell into a delusional state and had myself convinced that I could bake.  My attempt at zucchini bread...... failed miserably.  I am mystified!!! It started out so well, I followed the instructions given by Ms. Paula Dean, to a T.  Where I went wrong is a total mystery, but true to form, there was smoke and lots of it.  Unbelievable!  I keep thinking at some point I will be rewarded for my efforts, but not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorry Betty, I think you suck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SO5Ic2UZE8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/iHt9oFbiKFg/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SO5Ic2UZE8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/iHt9oFbiKFg/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255217475642528706" 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/1471768553551857889-4134099184805435560?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/4134099184805435560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=4134099184805435560' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4134099184805435560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/4134099184805435560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/betty-crapper.html' title='Betty Crapper'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SO5Ic2UZE8I/AAAAAAAAAh4/iHt9oFbiKFg/s72-c/IMG_1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-6165687490307392611</id><published>2008-10-03T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:33:25.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nichole - my Cousin, my Sister, my Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should all be so lucky to have Nichole in your lives.  On the other hand, I may just keep her to myself, that is how much I love her.  Through a series of events in the last 6 months, I have been blessed to spend an unusual amount of time with her, seeing how she lives in Phoenix.  I feel like we have been able to talk more and get to know each other more.  I have found that we have much more in common than just our birthday.  She is a wonderful mom.  I love to watch her with her two children, she is patient and loving.  She adores doing things for her family, and lives to make sure Ryan and the kids are happy and taken care of.  I'm pretty sure Ryan thinks she hung the moon.  The way he is with her speaks volumes, simply put you can tell he adores her.  She is a very devoted sister. She loves her family and speaks very highly of them.  She is an amazing hostess! Every time we visit their home, she has prepared a huge breakfast spread that makes us all look bad (you should see the looks that I get from Corey that say, "Why can't you do this?"), and always has plenty of home made treats for everyone.  Aside from that she is a wonderful cook, she is my hero when it comes to baking/cooking!  She is also super creative and clever when it comes to her home, scrapbooks and card making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plain and simply, I really love Nichole and hope you are lucky enough&lt;br /&gt;one day to meet her if you haven't already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOaBBwbs7gI/AAAAAAAAAho/IPtfbowltGE/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOaBBwbs7gI/AAAAAAAAAho/IPtfbowltGE/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253027882555207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hillary, Nichole, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOaBLbC84mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BRmjzlV589U/s1600-h/JH+wedding+us+with+ryan+and+nichole"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOaBLbC84mI/AAAAAAAAAhw/BRmjzlV589U/s320/JH+wedding+us+with+ryan+and+nichole" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253028048612942434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nichole, Ryan, Corey, Me&lt;br /&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/1471768553551857889-6165687490307392611?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/6165687490307392611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=6165687490307392611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6165687490307392611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6165687490307392611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/nichole-my-cousin-my-sister-my-friend.html' title='Nichole - my Cousin, my Sister, my Friend'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOaBBwbs7gI/AAAAAAAAAho/IPtfbowltGE/s72-c/IMG_3145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-8442915914785514527</id><published>2008-10-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:54:55.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky? Me?</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Carrie, if you want to see some real quirks, visit her list....hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. List person (s) who tagged you&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention rules on my blog&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell about 6 unspectacular Quirks of yours&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I am tired I twist my hair around my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I rarely make it until noon without a Diet Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love my pillow!  A sure fire way to ruin a good nights sleep is not having my pillow with me, I take it everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a jelly bean obsession - not just any jelly beans though - Jelly Belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a closet addict of teen dramas (ie: Dawson's Creek) and stupid love reality shows (ie:the Bachelor/Bachlorette).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I loath open drawers and cabinets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag: Mandy, Shar, Shaylah, Kyndi, Kesha, Nichole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471768553551857889-8442915914785514527?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/8442915914785514527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=8442915914785514527' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/8442915914785514527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/8442915914785514527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/quirky-me.html' title='Quirky? Me?'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-153288085978939299</id><published>2008-10-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:05:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUM Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's how to play.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Match the bum to the name, if you are right, you win a free vinyl saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-S8q8H8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/qc7nW9g9SSk/s1600-h/IMG_1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-S8q8H8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/qc7nW9g9SSk/s320/IMG_1847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602666898169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bum #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-SN_IdTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/RUf1unP8Xl8/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-SN_IdTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/RUf1unP8Xl8/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602654366397746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bum #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-Rr6elBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bEO_-dB5iRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-Rr6elBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bEO_-dB5iRQ/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602645220070418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bum #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-SlmhlII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KOXBY4EL1mw/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-SlmhlII/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KOXBY4EL1mw/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602660705637506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bum #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-S6ztsiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qCYo2QKiOD8/s1600-h/IMG_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-S6ztsiI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qCYo2QKiOD8/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252602666398102050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bum #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aria - Lindsey - Brenda - Nichole - Shar&lt;/span&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/1471768553551857889-153288085978939299?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/153288085978939299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=153288085978939299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/153288085978939299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/153288085978939299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/10/bum-game.html' title='BUM Game'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SOT-S8q8H8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/qc7nW9g9SSk/s72-c/IMG_1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-6938917245558347930</id><published>2008-09-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:43:02.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't believe I take the time that I should to recognize and thank the people in my life that mean the most to me.  I suppose this is a product of my selfishness, although I am surrounded by great women who constantly uplift me, amazing children who continually make me laugh and remind me to not be so serious, and wonderful men that support my every whim, my intent is not to ignore or take advantage of these important people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Carrie Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNu0KCXiIpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eVxmNG14gMA/s1600-h/DSCN3094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNu0KCXiIpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eVxmNG14gMA/s400/DSCN3094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249987875157713554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie has the uncanny ability to make everyone around her feel like she wants to get to know them.  She takes advantage of every opportunity to help those who need her.  She looks and prays for those chances to serve.  She makes sure her life revolves around her children, making sure they are loved, protected and safe, is her solitary goal.  She is soft spoken, yet firm when it is required.  She treats my children as her own, and they in turn love her for it.  Although she is not publicly affectionate with her husband, she loves him with every inch of her sole.  She strives to make his life easier and very much appreciates his hard work so she is able to spend her days raising her children.  She loves her extended families and speaks of them in high regard.  She feels very lucky to have in laws that accept and embrace her.  She misses her parents and sisters and makes the effort to talk frequently and stay close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, to me, she is my example.  Carrie has so many amazing qualities that I want in my life.  I can only hope as we spend time together they will rub off in me.  She quite possible is one of my very few best friends.  She would do anything I asked of her without any hesitation, but I hardly have to ask, she just does it before I know I need it.  I would not be the parent I am without my village and she is a key part.  I am so blessed to have her in my life............&lt;br /&gt;plain and simple........ &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNvbb7mMtDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sR1B7O49bfg/s1600-h/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNvbb7mMtDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/sR1B7O49bfg/s400/IMG_1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250031063531303986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky, what can I say about Becky, she is my hero!  She is a rock.  She is absolutely and totally devoted to her children. She is committed to bringing out he best in each of her children, she spends every waking hour worrying and praying for the success of her girls.  She doats on her husband and craves opportunities to spend time with him.   I have never heard a negative word come from her mouth about someone else, yet she will defend those she loves to the bitter end.  She is kind and extremely thoughtful and perceptive.  She senses when someone is sad and is always there with a shoulder to cry on.  She loves her siblings and would walk across coals for them even if she believes they aren't making the right choices.  She has an amazing testimony, loves her Savior and is always striving to please him and in turn she is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I love Becky for her loyalty and dedication to our friendship.  There is never two days in a row that she doesn't check in with me and make sure I am OK.  She makes me feel important in her life.  Becky is fun, she has so much energy and I love when she pulls me in.  I can't help but be happy around her.  I am lucky to have found such a great friend.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love her dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&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/1471768553551857889-6938917245558347930?l=motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/feeds/6938917245558347930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1471768553551857889&amp;postID=6938917245558347930' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6938917245558347930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471768553551857889/posts/default/6938917245558347930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherof3andstillme.blogspot.com/2008/09/value-of-friends.html' title='The Value of Friends'/><author><name>.........Still ME!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13479521454055662805</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNu0KCXiIpI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eVxmNG14gMA/s72-c/DSCN3094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471768553551857889.post-4524158075130326782</id><published>2008-09-24T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:36:17.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premier Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, first things first!  It is true, the long awaited &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;premiere week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is finally upon us!!!  For everyone who knows me my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shows" &lt;/span&gt;are a huge release for me at the end of my day. I love to make sure all my favorites are recorded and ready for viewing as soon as the kids are securely in bed for the night. With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Diet Pepsi&lt;/span&gt; in hand, my viewing pleasure begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; favs,  a few that I really like, and a couple I am sad to say, I can't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/brendaenloe/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't judge me, there are many and some I am not proud of but hey,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just ME, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;...... do I really need to explain myself on this one?&lt;br /&gt;OK, possibly I do. One of the most politically incorrect shows I have ever scene.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, it's a train wreck and I am a rubbernecker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrG1t181uI/AAAAAAAAAes/2aNbOeSKxu0/s1600-h/the+office"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrG1t181uI/AAAAAAAAAes/2aNbOeSKxu0/s400/the+office" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726941794981602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without a Trace&lt;/span&gt; - I began watching this crime drama about the missing persons division of the FBI when my cute mom was staying with my kids while we were gone. Apparently she had a fight with  the DVR and ended up recording somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 episodes right at the end of the regular season of TV.  Perfect timing, I was having "show" withdraws and there were 10 episodes recorded of a new show I had never seen.  In the end I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGQQA6SbI/AAAAAAAAAek/6L64WV2uLxg/s1600-h/without+a+trace"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGQQA6SbI/AAAAAAAAAek/6L64WV2uLxg/s400/without+a+trace" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726298132728242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipstick Jungle&lt;/span&gt; - Super fun woman power show! Three women who seemingly have it all, amazing careers, rediculously wealthy boyfriends, doating husbands, adorable children, and the list goes on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCLTAUPI/AAAAAAAAAds/gkIagJ-j8mk/s1600-h/lipstick+jungle"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCLTAUPI/AAAAAAAAAds/gkIagJ-j8mk/s400/lipstick+jungle" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726056348274930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, now the real reason I am addicted......&lt;br /&gt;Robert Buckley (Kirby) or as I like to affectionatly refer to him, Super Hottie! Oh My....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGByWVvII/AAAAAAAAAdk/K1PHEKozSOw/s1600-h/lipstick+hottie"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGByWVvII/AAAAAAAAAdk/K1PHEKozSOw/s400/lipstick+hottie" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726049651375234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Adventures of Old Christine&lt;/span&gt; - In the words of Monica from friends, "It is so funny I may have peed just a little bit."  Why am I so fascinated by those who are train wrecks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCfZqiVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GozoFPAMEZM/s1600-h/new+adventures+of+old+christine"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCfZqiVI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GozoFPAMEZM/s400/new+adventures+of+old+christine" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726061744916818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Private Practice&lt;/span&gt; - So I started watching it because I felt bad that Adison got voted off the Gray's Anatomy island.  I liked her character, minus the whole adultury with the best friend thing.  Ended up pleasently surprised, Tay Diggs, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCVpuuiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Px17oEgUsyw/s1600-h/privatepractice_fall2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCVpuuiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Px17oEgUsyw/s400/privatepractice_fall2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726059127945762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt; - Stay with me on this one!  GREAT new show!  Not your average story line, I love the way the story is narrated and I am so refreshed to see a silly super power.  Fun show I hope it stays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCqsunUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q6v8MmK0_h4/s1600-h/pushingdaisies_fall2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrGCqsunUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/q6v8MmK0_h4/s400/pushingdaisies_fall2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726064777665858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt; - I held out for so long on this one! I just started watching last year....... Why didn't someone slap me!  I think I feel like I live on Wisteria Lane sometimes, which one do you think I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFx5sr44I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LuCDhMtiiVE/s1600-h/desperate+housewives"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFx5sr44I/AAAAAAAAAc8/LuCDhMtiiVE/s400/desperate+housewives" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725776746242946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; - I know! Give it up already! I have watched this show since the very first season, I think I am still watching out of a matter of principal.  I have to see it throught to the end. Thank goodness this year is the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFx6BVkwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QZS1pv8fZfU/s1600-h/er"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFx6BVkwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QZS1pv8fZfU/s400/er" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725776832860930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gray's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; - In the beginning I was grawn in by the Mereditha nd Derrick plot, but enough is enough! Poop or get off the pot! I do really enjoy most of the other charaters and their drama, although, in my opinion the killed Denny off way to soon (unless they are going to pull a Days of Our Lives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFyDgu5AI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LZJCW8d0w84/s1600-h/greysanatomy_fall2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFyDgu5AI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LZJCW8d0w84/s400/greysanatomy_fall2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725779380462594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; - I am so glad my brother/sister in law recommended this show to us.  On the other hand, Doogie, I mean Barney better snap out of it fast cuz his charater is going down the crapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFyKbdANI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pBbzmeS6qeA/s1600-h/how+i+met+your+mother"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFyKbdANI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pBbzmeS6qeA/s400/how+i+met+your+mother" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725781237366994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; - This sitcom may rival The New Adventures of Old Christine for my favorite!  It's the age old problem of brains vs. beauty, but these guys aren't your average brains, more correctly put they are mega brains.  Funny, funny, funny crap!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFhXUZV-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ik95XidG-ao/s1600-h/big+bang"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFhXUZV-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ik95XidG-ao/s400/big+bang" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725492639651810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boston Legal&lt;/span&gt; - Once again, I was a late comer to this drama, and yet it may be my favorite drama!  There hasn't ever been an episode when the dry and mostly off color humor didn't leave me wanting more!  After being a loyal fan for the last couple years, I definately feel I have a deeper understanding and compassion for those who are afflicted by mad cow........... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFh30UNyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZdspV6dyFDY/s1600-h/boston+legal"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFh30UNyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZdspV6dyFDY/s400/boston+legal" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725501363468066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;/span&gt; - I feel right at home with the Walker family, aside from the gay brother, the dead father, the cheating brother and brother in law, the sister and uncle who lost the family fortune, the fathers mistress who has a daughter, the mistress' daughter who finds out the Walker dad isn't her father, the brother who falls in love with his eledged sister, the sister who is married to a presidential candadite and the widowed mother out playing the field when she isn't interfeering in each of her childrens lives.  Can you see how I feel right at home?  Nevertheless, it's a train wreck and you know what I say about train wrecks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFiIfK6fI/AAAAAAAAAck/NQt4hsYKzNI/s1600-h/brothersandsisters"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFiIfK6fI/AAAAAAAAAck/NQt4hsYKzNI/s400/brothersandsisters" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725505838180850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Criminal Minds &lt;/span&gt;- Who doesnt need a good absolutly disturbing crime drama in the line up?  The Behavior Analisys Unit (BAU) is super interesting, or at least how it is portrayed for TV. Yet, after watching it I still have nights that I have to sing a primary song to go to sleep.  This is also one of Corey's favorites to watch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFjD6uMoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GHoQQIxNeHY/s1600-h/criminalminds+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DPuRdkv2yro/SNrFjD6uMoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/GHoQQIxNeHY/s400/criminalminds+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725521791431298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/span&gt; - Remember how I said there were some that I wasn't proud of...... Well here it is, I am out of the closet and I am here to say I am strangly drawn to this form of finding someone to marry.  I have had quite a few years to examine why and I think I have come up with a pretty good answer.  IT'S ABSURD!!!! How anyone thinks that this is a good idea is beyond me!!!  Jason from last season is the new Bachelor this season, I think Deanna was retarded for not choosing him, he was so cute!   To each his own.........   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