<?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-6161220131906223222</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:22:17.703-04:00</updated><category term='Girlfriend and I'/><title type='text'>You don't have to if you don't want to</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6749178239549898576</id><published>2009-12-29T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:11:49.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I bid thee farewell...</title><content type='html'>this blog is shutting down and instead tune to lifeasthemurrays.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6749178239549898576?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6749178239549898576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6749178239549898576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6749178239549898576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6749178239549898576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-bid-thee-farewell.html' title='I bid thee farewell...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5366440806545402909</id><published>2009-10-26T05:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T05:24:07.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>I have been quite remiss in my posting...I have a ton of pictures that need posted and news that needs to be shared.  I assume that most of you who read this blog are my buddies on Facebook as well, so that's why I've been a slackjob.  Nevermind the fact that since July 31, I have: gotten married, gotten settled in our new house, became a stepmom, sent my baby to Kindergarten, and found out that we are HAVING A BABY next May! :)  Definitely an exciting time!  This kid has whipped me unlike it's older sister who was a peach from moment one; now she just talks your ear off!  We are all excited and cannot wait to welcome the 6th and FINAL member of the Murray family!  And May is the month of Murray birthdays...my husband, stepdaughter, sister-in-law, and someone else, but I forget.  So, Baby Murray is due May 19, and we will see how that goes...baby looks good and healthy on the ultrasounds, and we've had 4 ultrasounds already as I was hospitalized almost 2 weeks ago with pneumonia and was being treated for H1N1 as well.  We've all been sick, my 2 oldest had H1N1, my baby just had a nasty cold, and my husband had pneumonia after me...good times!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I KNOW I have more to share, but just can't remember it all right now...when I get a chance I will post some pictures from everything, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5366440806545402909?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5366440806545402909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5366440806545402909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5366440806545402909'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/09/webfetti-layout-begins-here-h1-h2-h3-h4.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3148993552978605662</id><published>2009-07-12T16:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:37:00.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days...then 19 days...</title><content type='html'>In 10 days, we close on our house...I had no idea wha a stressful process this is, and quite honestly it's been pretty smooth.  We drove by the house yesterday and the people are moved out!  We are hoping that they give us the keys at closing date instead of the 3 days after that.  Here's hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 19 days, it's a done deal...we are pretty much done with everything.  And we are going to Miami for our honeymoon...I cannot wait to sit on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3148993552978605662?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3148993552978605662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3148993552978605662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3148993552978605662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3148993552978605662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-daysthen-19-days.html' title='10 days...then 19 days...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2925314926932982832</id><published>2009-07-04T00:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:22:40.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not even going to make an excuse...</title><content type='html'>for not blogging. When girlfriend and I lived with my parents, they had internet and it was easily accessible. Now, not so much...but seeing as I'm saving lives tonight (to the tune of ~$70/hr), and thank goodness it's quiet for the moment, I've got some thoughts running through my head...pardon me if this is a bit personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm happy. My life hasn't gone the way I had planned it, but I'm coming to accept that that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;*In 27 days, Dave is making an honest woman out of me...as he says. He also keeps saying that we are going to have alot of fun...I'm a little afraid. :)&lt;br /&gt;*I am completely in love with him. I always thought that someday I'd get married again, but I put that so far into the future and was complacent to be girlfriend and myself even though I'd get lonely at times.&lt;br /&gt;*He makes me feel really good about me...and I've come a long way with this. My self-esteem took a huge hit for about 10 years and Dave has been there to help me rebuild it.&lt;br /&gt;*I really shouldn't have eaten Wendy's for dinner here at work...it made me sick. BUT, I had a leftover chicken sandwich in fridge at work to eat for dinner tonight, but when I got here it was GONE! So, live and learn...should have eaten at home.&lt;br /&gt;*I have made alot of really great new friends this year. I've made alot of great friends since coming to work at OSU in March.&lt;br /&gt;*I love saying to other people at work, "Good enough for government work." They always laugh...probably because I'm crazy for saying it, but hey! It's true!&lt;br /&gt;*I've got the best daughter I could have ever asked for...this kid loves me more than I am worthy of at times. She has no idea how much I love her and have since the moment I found out I was having her...no idea.&lt;br /&gt;*In 3 weeks, 6 days, I'll be privileged to be a step-mother to 2 awesome kids. They, too, seem to love me more than I am worthy of at times. They are good kids, and I truly never thought I'd be in a situation where I'd be a step-mother...never in a million years, but for these kids, I would do anything in this world. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;*I need to get a facial, and need to get it soon.&lt;br /&gt;*I need make-up...I'm low on alot of my things.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm fortunate that I'm able to keep in touch with alot of my friends from my past. They make me think about childhood times.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm so very sad for the loss of the Hewitt kids...I went to middle and high school with their mom and dad...the kids were killed in a car wreck this past Monday and mama is at UGA Medical Center...&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.craighewittphotography.com%2Fblog%2F&amp;amp;h=87903cd1d6f9b3d9123cb76e3fce15bf" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;craighewitt&lt;/a&gt;photography.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;*I have good co-workers who help and ask for help when they need it.&lt;br /&gt;*In 3 weeks, I will be moving into my first and only home I've ever purchased...you people think I'm being funny when I say they will drag my old bones out of this house. I am not moving, ever, again.&lt;br /&gt;*I think I found our "readings" for the wedding that our friend-turned-reverend has been harping on us to get...hey, tell me when we have the time?!?&lt;br /&gt;*I'm thankful for many of the choices that I have been allowed to make.&lt;br /&gt;*I have the best niece in the world...I absolutely adore this kid!!! And I think there's no one else in this world like her father, either. Always have and always will think that of him.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm glad my patients are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm happy that glitter's mama is picking up glitter's daddy from his tour of duty in Iraq...words can't say thank you enough...glittersmama.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;*I love that I have great parents.&lt;br /&gt;*I love that Dave's parents have been kinder to girlfriend and I than anyone ever has...they treat us just like we've been around forever.&lt;br /&gt;*Dave and I have dated for over a year...this is huge for me, I get bored quickly.&lt;br /&gt;*I absolutely love him.&lt;br /&gt;*But I will say that while I'm so incredibly grateful to be getting rid of my current last name, the task of changing everything to a new last name seems daunting. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should go check on my peeps. Thanks for letting me get that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2925314926932982832?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2925314926932982832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2925314926932982832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2925314926932982832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2925314926932982832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-even-going-to-make-excuse.html' title='I&apos;m not even going to make an excuse...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2743123156161169006</id><published>2009-05-31T15:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:47:20.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, again I have been remiss in my blogging...alot has been going on lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of March, I started in the Progressive Care Unit and THE Ohio State University Medical Center. I love it there. I am out of orientation (and thanks to all of you who listened to my whining about being in orientation) and back on nights where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend is done with preschool and registered for Kindergarten. She cannot wait and is so looking forward to riding the bus. I, on the other hand, have mixed emotions. I know it'll be good for her, I do. She is enjoying 3 months off before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD and I are getting married July 31 of this year. Yep, we've been together about a year and we'd talked about it several times, and then just decided to just do it. We are getting married on a Friday night at a park in Columbus with just immediate family and a few friends (25 ppl total including the 5 of us) and our friend who's a nurse with PD in the SICU just got his official license (last night at work, thank you) to marry us. How cool is that?!? We are both excited and the kiddos are all excited as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for a house and who knew how stressful that was going to be...I hate that I get so attached to these houses!!! Ah well, we will find our perfect house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what is going on with us! Hope you all are well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2743123156161169006?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2743123156161169006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2743123156161169006' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2743123156161169006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2743123156161169006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-whats-new-with-you.html' title='Update'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8672364260562362420</id><published>2009-03-28T12:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:12:28.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And a shoutout to my birthday and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5MPorH1UI/AAAAAAAAASw/HM5Kf14KZIM/s1600-h/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318272041471169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5MPorH1UI/AAAAAAAAASw/HM5Kf14KZIM/s320/DSCN0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5L7fAI8uI/AAAAAAAAASo/HWtWVO1_5OM/s1600-h/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318271695277585122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5L7fAI8uI/AAAAAAAAASo/HWtWVO1_5OM/s320/DSCN0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5Ln1nnzoI/AAAAAAAAASg/xuejYpdraQA/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318271357751381634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5Ln1nnzoI/AAAAAAAAASg/xuejYpdraQA/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5LJf-9DWI/AAAAAAAAASY/WDBcgVJFHws/s1600-h/DSCN0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318270836547587426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5LJf-9DWI/AAAAAAAAASY/WDBcgVJFHws/s320/DSCN0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5KxCSiGqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Q6djvfF8PE0/s1600-h/DSCN0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318270416259783330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5KxCSiGqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Q6djvfF8PE0/s320/DSCN0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who hung with us...we have good friends!  I love that all of our friends can hang together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8672364260562362420?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8672364260562362420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8672364260562362420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8672364260562362420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8672364260562362420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-shoutout-to-my-birthday-and-stuff.html' title='And a shoutout to my birthday and stuff'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5MPorH1UI/AAAAAAAAASw/HM5Kf14KZIM/s72-c/DSCN0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5236090533696620266</id><published>2009-03-28T11:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:46:32.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to the baby girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5F9Z53TeI/AAAAAAAAASA/PHzF-JFHn4I/s1600-h/anne+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318265131199057378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5F9Z53TeI/AAAAAAAAASA/PHzF-JFHn4I/s320/anne+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FsR3e58I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3dnsc3-lIAk/s1600-h/anne+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264836983809986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FsR3e58I/AAAAAAAAAR4/3dnsc3-lIAk/s320/anne+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5Fh4Ha6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/IyF1UbtAPog/s1600-h/anne+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264658272643618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5Fh4Ha6iI/AAAAAAAAARw/IyF1UbtAPog/s320/anne+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FOxgQSuI/AAAAAAAAARo/EujnkIMAUY8/s1600-h/anne+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264330080242402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FOxgQSuI/AAAAAAAAARo/EujnkIMAUY8/s320/anne+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FA1QA3iI/AAAAAAAAARg/r-D46TlJ7Ag/s1600-h/anne+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264090567695906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5FA1QA3iI/AAAAAAAAARg/r-D46TlJ7Ag/s320/anne+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some long overdue pictures of the baby girl! Some are from her birthday and some are from her blessing day last Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5236090533696620266?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5236090533696620266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5236090533696620266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5236090533696620266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5236090533696620266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/03/shout-out-to-baby-girl.html' title='Shout out to the baby girl!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Sc5F9Z53TeI/AAAAAAAAASA/PHzF-JFHn4I/s72-c/anne+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3521581305910885348</id><published>2009-02-27T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:49:47.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of those who made my birthday awesome...I'll post pictures soon.  Holla!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3521581305910885348?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3521581305910885348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3521581305910885348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3521581305910885348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3521581305910885348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-out.html' title='Shout out'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-1655403416076880270</id><published>2009-02-19T01:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:23:40.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm old...</title><content type='html'>yep, I just turned 30 years old 1 hour and 22 minutes ago...I'm at work saving lives tonight (ha!).  PD called to wish me Happy Birthday and all of that stuff ;) right at midnight and I've gotten plenty of birthday wishes.  Let the fun begin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-1655403416076880270?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1655403416076880270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=1655403416076880270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1655403416076880270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1655403416076880270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m old...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2158653429822977998</id><published>2009-01-20T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:51:55.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been remiss...</title><content type='html'>in my blogging and my brother does not hesitate to tell me so.  I apologize, time got away from me and I haven't jumped into the 21st century and gotten internet at home yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's see...in November I bought the car I have ALWAYS wanted...a Yukon Denali.  It seats 7 (so it holds my posse comfortably...no one is touching anyone else), has a DVD player, leather, yada, yada...not bragging at all, I have just always wanted this car and thanks to dad's negotiation skills, I got a fantastic deal.  We also had Thanksgiving and I spent it with PD, the kids and his family while girlfriend was with her dad's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, I took the girls to see "The Nutcracker" performed by Columbus BalletMet.  I loved it and in spite of it being a little long, the girls enjoyed it as well.  Christmas was good...the kids all loved what Santa brought and just couldn't believe he knew what they wanted! ;)  We spent New Year's Eve with some friends and their kids at our friends' and it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're over halfway through January and my first little niece is due any day now and if she doesn't come before Thursday morning at 9 am, her mama is going to be induced.  Girlfriend is beyond excited!  I can't wait...I've never had my "own" niece or nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would appreciate if any of you who regularly (or not so regularly because of my poor blogging skills) visit would leave your blog address as I have deleted many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2158653429822977998?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2158653429822977998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2158653429822977998' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2158653429822977998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2158653429822977998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-been-remiss.html' title='I have been remiss...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2929471045724758720</id><published>2008-11-04T11:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:18:58.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Birthday</title><content type='html'>Taken at 9:01 pm...the exact moment she was born (although that was on Cali time). And her father and his wife were there to celebrate that moment, so that was nice.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRCCFC7R3qI/AAAAAAAAARA/Hns4KCtiHec/s1600-h/DSCN0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850987592572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRCCFC7R3qI/AAAAAAAAARA/Hns4KCtiHec/s320/DSCN0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She and I celebrating her birthday again Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB_xFzS70I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/olzO_DP3XlI/s1600-h/DSCN0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264848445743755074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB_xFzS70I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/olzO_DP3XlI/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriend's birthday was on a Tuesday this year and that was the day of the week she was born...brought back alot of memories. I just love this kid. Girlfriend wanted a buttload (that's for you Unc) of stuff but REALLY wanted a Sleeping Beauty Talking Head Styling Vanity which I found days before her birthday...talk about luck. I did take on of she and I...I told her that it was about 5 years ago that time when we had our first picture taken together...I'll spare you the pictures (5 years ago and now). I think I look more worn out but definitely happier now! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB9PrjuyTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C-BZ1wNIJ9Q/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264845672740210994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB9PrjuyTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/C-BZ1wNIJ9Q/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2929471045724758720?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2929471045724758720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2929471045724758720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2929471045724758720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2929471045724758720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/11/actual-birthday.html' title='Actual Birthday'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRCCFC7R3qI/AAAAAAAAARA/Hns4KCtiHec/s72-c/DSCN0460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2667571519150080969</id><published>2008-11-04T11:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:46:26.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not too many strikes!!!</title><content type='html'>We had girlfriend's 5th birthday party at Rainbow Lanes Bowling a couple Saturdays ago, and it was a blast...some people said they hadn't bowled in 30-40 years...too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend and her "salty dog, best buddy"&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB6mH7aZFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fCfRWQohJbo/s1600-h/DSCN0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264842759777969234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB6mH7aZFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fCfRWQohJbo/s320/DSCN0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dying to get those princesses in her hands and off the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB5bp7OUyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/K_piS9N46fo/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264841480413795106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB5bp7OUyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/K_piS9N46fo/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With one of my best friends (Sarah- nurse of the year) and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB4GbX7m2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HkfsLLUhuFo/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264840016218790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB4GbX7m2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HkfsLLUhuFo/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my freakout friend from nursing school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB3lSpc5iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T5ravKofkHI/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264839446940673570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB3lSpc5iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T5ravKofkHI/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amazing what a little flat-ironing and Aveda products can do for a girl! And yes, I let her use my Bobbi Brown skin care stuff, too...the girls at the Bobbi Brown counter LOVE this kid and everytime girlfriend, Sarah and I go they put blush, lip gloss and eyeshadow on her...doesn't hurt to have fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB20W83rLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9XMCFoNsA3A/s1600-h/DSCN0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264838606282271922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB20W83rLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/9XMCFoNsA3A/s320/DSCN0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun time and she was EXHAUSTED by the time it was over!!! Thanks to everyone for coming and having a good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2667571519150080969?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2667571519150080969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2667571519150080969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2667571519150080969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2667571519150080969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-too-many-strikes.html' title='Not too many strikes!!!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SRB6mH7aZFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fCfRWQohJbo/s72-c/DSCN0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4432447067404610895</id><published>2008-10-28T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:30:40.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRLFRIEND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SQc-GnXYweI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BWImW6b3Pyc/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262242972972925410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SQc-GnXYweI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BWImW6b3Pyc/s320/DSCN0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my baby girl's 5th birthday! I'll post the pictures from her birthday party this past Saturday at the bowling alley soon. Everyone had such a good time. It is hard to believe that my baby is 5 years old. My life has been so much better because of this little person who loves me more than I think she should at times. I love you, girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4432447067404610895?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4432447067404610895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4432447067404610895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4432447067404610895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4432447067404610895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-girlfriend.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRLFRIEND!!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SQc-GnXYweI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BWImW6b3Pyc/s72-c/DSCN0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3708850204524023848</id><published>2008-10-01T10:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:21:40.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOFeDzv9RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qrOk_U2d0zM/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252188341909058834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOFeDzv9RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qrOk_U2d0zM/s320/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOE-u5m9AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cn39n0OBmbY/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252187803720545282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOE-u5m9AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cn39n0OBmbY/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOEhDuEnWI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q2dwgE23f54/s1600-h/DSCN0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252187293913226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOEhDuEnWI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q2dwgE23f54/s320/DSCN0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Homecoming at OU down in Athens this past weekend. The kids loved the parade and all of the free stuff they were able to score! The game was good and the weather cooperated nicely. It was a good time! Odd to think I graduated (the first time thank you) from college 7 years ago! ;) And yes, we were total dorks with the boys wearing grey OU shirts and the girls wearing green OU shirts. We looked quite nice, and okay, MAYBE a little dorky but so did everyone else cause they were all dressed like us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3708850204524023848?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3708850204524023848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3708850204524023848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3708850204524023848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3708850204524023848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOFeDzv9RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qrOk_U2d0zM/s72-c/DSCN0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2656415444576795112</id><published>2008-10-01T09:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:04:46.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to play goalie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOODXlSd0hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ar90UYgdQZo/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252186031613923858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOODXlSd0hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ar90UYgdQZo/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOC0bNnd2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/320P_ZuHt3o/s1600-h/DSCN0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185427613808482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOC0bNnd2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/320P_ZuHt3o/s320/DSCN0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOCWAnQkQI/AAAAAAAAALs/GgzhB_uTMEg/s1600-h/DSCN0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252184905077526786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOOCWAnQkQI/AAAAAAAAALs/GgzhB_uTMEg/s320/DSCN0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriend is playing soccer again; she played in spring and was able to stick with the same team this fall which has been a good thing. She really enjoys it and has learned alot. I love watching her play, or watching her when she is zoning out (which happens alot with 3-5 year olds), or when she is helping the other kids who get hurt...she is a compassionate child. I love this kid. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2656415444576795112?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2656415444576795112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2656415444576795112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2656415444576795112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2656415444576795112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-play-goalie.html' title='I want to play goalie...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SOODXlSd0hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ar90UYgdQZo/s72-c/DSCN0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5814679780067624662</id><published>2008-09-10T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:53:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool...for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfRByFEhCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MNYz8kbkCgw/s1600-h/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244390119649346594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfRByFEhCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MNYz8kbkCgw/s320/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfQeAdtV-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/E5C-maZV6W8/s1600-h/DSCN0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriend has essentially been going to preschool/daycare for the last 2 years, but this is the "official" year for it. After FOUR MONTHS of summer break, it started again this past Monday. I went out after work to take her and mom told girlfriend to stand "pretty" so that I could take her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be a mess next year when she starts Kindergarten. Although, I was the only parent who was like, "See ya, bye." and didn't linger. Nor, did girlfriend cling to me, so we should be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5814679780067624662?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5814679780067624662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5814679780067624662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5814679780067624662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5814679780067624662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/09/preschoolfor-real.html' title='Preschool...for real'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfRByFEhCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MNYz8kbkCgw/s72-c/DSCN0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-536682827996035231</id><published>2008-09-10T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:45:34.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfPef6kuKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wOvaxnt9rOo/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244388413966432418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfPef6kuKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wOvaxnt9rOo/s320/DSCN0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you live in Ohio, the rule is that you have to wear OSU gear every Saturday that they play. We went to the Clippers game 2 weeks ago (after OSU hammered Youngstown) and were all decked out in our OSU gear. And, yes that was me being a bad mother and letting girlfriend get her cotton candy all over her face. So, anyway that's what we'll be wearing each Saturday until the end of November! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-536682827996035231?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/536682827996035231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=536682827996035231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/536682827996035231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/536682827996035231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-case-you-didnt-know.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SMfPef6kuKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wOvaxnt9rOo/s72-c/DSCN0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4972583813266833363</id><published>2008-08-25T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:50:17.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holla!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SLLDjPQrYBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/D_EJdOvKYnU/s1600-h/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238464326744629266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SLLDjPQrYBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/D_EJdOvKYnU/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, we'll refer to this man as PD (you give me guesses as to what it stands for), his homeboy is 11 years old and his homegirl is 6 years old. That makes PD, Yourmom, Homeboy, Homegirl and Girlfriend...makes for interesting times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4972583813266833363?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4972583813266833363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4972583813266833363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4972583813266833363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4972583813266833363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/08/holla.html' title='Holla!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SLLDjPQrYBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/D_EJdOvKYnU/s72-c/DSCN0325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6990961778877884151</id><published>2008-07-06T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:51:38.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I've been a slacker</title><content type='html'>and enjoying the summer WAY too much to update this thing.  Plus, I decided not to get a computer just yet b/c I'm too cheap to pay for phone, internet and cable.  Why add that on when I only use my cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've been to Kings Island for our annual go-to-Kings-Island trip at the beginning of the summer, getting out apartment squared away, zoo-ing and swimming like no one's business.  Girlfriend has a kickboard which she calls, "my surfboard" and I think it's so hilarious that I cannot correct her! ;)  The apartment is just about done, except that I need to get my glider cushions recovered and I am striking out with all of my options, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tons of pictures to post, but still haven't taken the time to figure out the problem.  It's been too much fun enjoying our apartment and the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6990961778877884151?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6990961778877884151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6990961778877884151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6990961778877884151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6990961778877884151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-ive-been-slacker.html' title='So, I&apos;ve been a slacker'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5067519984712875634</id><published>2008-05-20T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:11:56.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We moved...</title><content type='html'>We were a month and one week shy of living with mom and dad for 3 years...that was not the original plan, but that's what it ended up being. We are so grateful to them for helping us get things straightened out and allowing us to have a better life...this is not a slam to anyone, just that I was able to finish my masters and nursing degrees and get myself back together thus allowing us to have a good life. The unpacking is coming along...see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5067519984712875634?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5067519984712875634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5067519984712875634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5067519984712875634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5067519984712875634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-moved.html' title='We moved...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5221175661862933605</id><published>2008-04-22T20:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:52:39.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this idea</title><content type='html'>from &lt;a href="http://glittersmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;glittersmama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I, too, was impressed by how closely this relates to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are incredibly wise and perceptive. You have a lot of life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural peacemaker, and you are especially good at helping others get along.But keeping the peace in your own life is not easy. You see things very differently, and it's hard to get you to budge.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5221175661862933605?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5221175661862933605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5221175661862933605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5221175661862933605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5221175661862933605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-stole-this-idea.html' title='I stole this idea'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4754694302358748951</id><published>2008-04-21T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:14:15.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, Patience</title><content type='html'>My camera still won't cooperate and upload my vacation photos, but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4754694302358748951?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4754694302358748951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4754694302358748951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4754694302358748951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4754694302358748951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/04/patience-patience.html' title='Patience, Patience'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2082521529030212983</id><published>2008-04-17T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:39:06.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psy 101</title><content type='html'>Due to the lovely patient population at work these days, I have these two words stuck in my head: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Word_salad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word salad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.medterms.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=26315"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;echolalia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I find myself repeating them and loving how they sound...I hadn't thought about them much since my psy clinical 3rd quarter of nursing school which was almost 2 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2082521529030212983?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2082521529030212983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2082521529030212983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2082521529030212983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2082521529030212983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/04/psy-101.html' title='Psy 101'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6497388567818203964</id><published>2008-04-09T16:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:45:38.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are a few of my favorite Easter pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0qCRSpLpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9MylGDuIno4/s1600-h/stella_easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187348564290383506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0qCRSpLpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9MylGDuIno4/s320/stella_easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0p-RSpLoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P0hdX0rxWSw/s1600-h/stella_easter5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187348495570906754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0p-RSpLoI/AAAAAAAAAKU/P0hdX0rxWSw/s320/stella_easter5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0p7BSpLnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/w74UyUvf_mM/s1600-h/stella_easter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187348439736331890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0p7BSpLnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/w74UyUvf_mM/s320/stella_easter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Easter basket is a Longaberger one that I bought in 2004 for girlfriend's first Easter; I get at least one picture with it each Easter so I can see how she grows! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6497388567818203964?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6497388567818203964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6497388567818203964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6497388567818203964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6497388567818203964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-pics.html' title='Here are a few of my favorite Easter pics'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R_0qCRSpLpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9MylGDuIno4/s72-c/stella_easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6546704822607881580</id><published>2008-03-31T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:58:11.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back...</title><content type='html'>exhausted, sun-burnt and loving Spring Break in Cali.  We went, we partied and we flew home first class.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6546704822607881580?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6546704822607881580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6546704822607881580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6546704822607881580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6546704822607881580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8824837587668698303</id><published>2008-03-21T02:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:45:52.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout skills</title><content type='html'>Bear with me as I'm trying to increase my knowledge of layouts and such. Let me know if something doesn't feel or look right about this new layout. As for the "things you've said for the millionth time" in the comments section, that's all b/c girlfriend told me the other day, "I know, I heard you for the millionth time." And then I realized, that she was just repeating what her mother says...humbled in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend and I are headed to so Cal on Monday for a week of Disneyland, beaching, shopping and catching up with old time friends and relatives.  Girlfriend keeps saying, "We're going to California, baby!"  Oh, and I ended up waiting too long and totally overshot my budget of $1100 for tickets, but could care less because we need this vacation!  Our flights won't be too bad...we're taking the red eye (which I have ALWAYS wanted to do by the way) on our way back.  I branched out and bought my own, new digital camera, and I am excited to see how the pictures turn out.  We cannot wait, and we are so in need of warm weather, Disney characters and old friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to check in before take-off! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8824837587668698303?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8824837587668698303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8824837587668698303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8824837587668698303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8824837587668698303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-layout-skills.html' title='New layout skills'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8553861744823211200</id><published>2008-03-04T07:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:53:39.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera</title><content type='html'>I need a suggestion for a new digital camera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8553861744823211200?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8553861744823211200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8553861744823211200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8553861744823211200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8553861744823211200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-camera.html' title='New Camera'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8114274933039748186</id><published>2008-02-29T14:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:36:45.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurse-to-Nurse Communication...</title><content type='html'>This is the conversation that went down Wednesday morning about 3:30 am between another nurse and me...no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Hey, Jane, remember Mrs. So-and-so, the patient who comes in all the time."&lt;br /&gt;JANE: "Yeah, the cracked up one?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Yes, anyway, she just asked me if I was seeing anyone, and when I stupidly said no, she said, "I have a REALLY nice paramedic friend whom you would get along well with. He's 36 and a lot of fun to be around. Think about it and let me know.'"&lt;br /&gt;JANE: "Hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;ME: "And then she says, "He's got a little bit of a limp from a hip thing that he'll get fixed once he has the money." &lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE: "Dude, if he can't afford to get his hip fixed, how's he going to buy you dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "Good point."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8114274933039748186?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8114274933039748186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8114274933039748186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8114274933039748186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8114274933039748186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/nurse-to-nurse-communication.html' title='Nurse-to-Nurse Communication...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4263925711866680089</id><published>2008-02-20T00:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:40:00.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Tickets</title><content type='html'>Stupid nightshift...I should be asleep, but between all the partying for my birthday and my body being used to nights, I am awake and in search of cheap flights...I don't know where to look.  I've looked at skybus, orbitz, jetblue, expedia and yahoo.  Not that I'm opposed to spending like $1100 on flights and a car to Cali next month, I would just rather be a little more frugal about it.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4263925711866680089?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4263925711866680089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4263925711866680089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4263925711866680089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4263925711866680089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheap-tickets.html' title='Cheap Tickets'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-1208674760778535727</id><published>2008-02-16T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:30:59.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>I love this group.  I fell in love with them back in Cali in late 2002/early 2003...a friend from middle school had the band linked on her and her husband's blog, so I checked them out and was hooked!  This group is from Riverside, CA, and if you ever have the chance to roll through Riverside, do it and shop at the &lt;a href="http://www.galleriatyler.com/html/index10.asp"&gt;Galleria at Tyler&lt;/a&gt;....you won't regret it!  I am hoping girlfriend and I will make it there next month on our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw Linkin Park at Nationwide Arena with my nurse friend from work, her brother and his friend.  In a word: AWESOME.  I regret that I waited so long to see them.  We had fantastic seats 12 rows up and slightly at an angle.  If I was technologically savvy, I would post my video from my phone, but I have NO idea how to do that.  We even bought t-shirts...not the ones with the tour dates and such, but fairly cool, girly ones.  Being the good nurse that Sarah is, she said, "Look at that guy, he's going to have a stroke or heart attack because he's singing so hard...look at his jugulars!"  Thankfully, he did not.  These guys are so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time in awhile that I've done something that's totally my interest only, you know what I mean?  I mean I get much so much enjoyment from girlfriend, but this was something I enjoyed by myself.  For the first time in a very long time, I caught myself spontaneously smiling because I was enjoying myself.  That hasn't happened very much over the last few years.  I decided last night that because I'm in a place where I'm done with school for now, make good money, and am over much of what has happened over the last 8 years, I need to reclaim my life.  I make the money to do pretty much whatever girlfriend and I want (and yes, we are moving out in May once her preschool year is over so that we have our own space), don't have any ties to anyone/anything, and have given ourselves time to heal, that it's time to reclaim my life and LIVE it.  I lost myself over the last 8-9 years, and the girl who was smiling last night realized how much she has missed, and that's okay because I wouldn't trade girlfriend for anything in the world.  But, I need to get back to living--girlfriend and I deserve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that a band like &lt;a href="http://linkinpark.com/"&gt;Linkin Park &lt;/a&gt;would cause so much commotion?!? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-1208674760778535727?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1208674760778535727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=1208674760778535727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1208674760778535727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1208674760778535727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/linkin-park.html' title='Linkin Park'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3682213226996158527</id><published>2008-02-16T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:31:30.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever</title><content type='html'>The count has been upped by one more baby for my friends and family for babies in 2008! I suppose we're on to the fall babies now that winter babies have been born and spring babies are on their way. I'm interested to see how many babies will be born in fall or early winter 2008...I love picking out baby gifts, so this has been good!!! I'm not supposed to say who yet...but their baby is due in October and I LOVE October babies! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3682213226996158527?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3682213226996158527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3682213226996158527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3682213226996158527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3682213226996158527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-fever_16.html' title='Baby Fever'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6223679427818860610</id><published>2008-02-13T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:44:42.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to my February birthday posse: Debbie, Maya, Stephanie, Loni, Lea, Jennifer from 9th grade, myself, Angela from middle school who shared my birthdate, birth city and state (Groton, Connecticut--although I was born on the navy base), Collin Rowe from 7th grade (ha!), Lauren, Sandy Miller--who isn't a day over 39, I swear...I know I'm forgetting someone...help me out here, people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6223679427818860610?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6223679427818860610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6223679427818860610' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6223679427818860610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6223679427818860610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-february-birthdays.html' title='Happy February Birthdays'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-704250396771564847</id><published>2008-02-06T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:10:32.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE HOCKEY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ohkAC5Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XOtQSTWNfr0/s1600-h/february_2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163976825104851794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ohkAC5Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XOtQSTWNfr0/s320/february_2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really got into hockey while going to OU; there was a year where I'm pretty sure that I didn't miss a single home game. Through the years, I've been to a few games here-and-there just because life gets busy, and you can't go to every game. Rochelle and I have made a tradition of going back down to OU once during the season to see a game, and the boys don't disappoint! Anyway, Jeff and Rochelle had 2 extra tickets to last night's &lt;a href="http://bluejackets.nhl.com/"&gt;Blue Jackets &lt;/a&gt; game and so girlfriend and I went along. Jeff's dad has KILLER season ticket seats at the "club level" and we had so much fun! I have always been a fan of the goalie, so I had to include an obligatory goalie shot...I love it when they first come out on the ice and warm-up. Ah, good times. Girlfriend had a good time with her blue cotton candy, Diet Pepsi and 3 adults to boss around! :) Thanks for a good time! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6og6wC5YzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e9Y_XhVZo_w/s1600-h/february_2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163976116435247922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6og6wC5YzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e9Y_XhVZo_w/s320/february_2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163976434262827842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ohNQC5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/1RPOmIAw5Oo/s320/february_2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-704250396771564847?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/704250396771564847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=704250396771564847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/704250396771564847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/704250396771564847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-hockey.html' title='I LOVE HOCKEY!!!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ohkAC5Y1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/XOtQSTWNfr0/s72-c/february_2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4236685045276231504</id><published>2008-02-06T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:09:06.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever--Round 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ofPwC5YyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/a4EN83ed44M/s1600-h/february_2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163974278189245218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ofPwC5YyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/a4EN83ed44M/s320/february_2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is baby number 2! My friend, Cookie and I have been friends about 13 years, and this is her 2nd baby...a baby boy. He was so tiny!!! Girlfriend just loved him, too. Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Oh, and it turns out that two of my friends actually had their babies within 6 hours of each other.  This is all becoming too much!!** :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4236685045276231504?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4236685045276231504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4236685045276231504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4236685045276231504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4236685045276231504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-fever-round-2.html' title='Baby Fever--Round 2!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ofPwC5YyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/a4EN83ed44M/s72-c/february_2008+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7522808502774501475</id><published>2008-02-04T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:53:02.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ejeAC5YwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/upOet8icC68/s1600-h/february_2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163275233607115522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ejeAC5YwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/upOet8icC68/s320/february_2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, three of my friends have had babies within one month of each other, and I have 2 more due within 2 months of each other. That is my last count...seriously, I cannot remember when there was a boom this big! Girlfriend and I have enjoyed buying baby gifts, and on Saturday we made the trip to Cleveland to meet the first of the bunch. Girlfriend loves babies, and she was insistent on feeding and holding Baby Tusberg. :) This is Hallie's third son, so she's an old pro at this! Her other two boys are 5 and 6, soon to be 6 and 7...it's hard to believe how big they are now! I remember seeing her oldest son when he was just a few days old. Hallie is one of those sickening people who was "made" to have babies and she recovers well, and does it quickly. Congratulations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ekBQC5YxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0WgHruCjWrA/s1600-h/february_2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163275839197504274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ekBQC5YxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0WgHruCjWrA/s320/february_2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallie and I have known each other for about 8 years, and hadn't seen each other in a LOOONG time!  On the left is our friend Loni who is pregnant with her 4th son due in May (she has boys 3, 2 and 1--William is the 1 year-old pictured here with us).  I was able to hook up Loni and Hallie when Loni and her family moved to Cleveland this past summer for her husband to finish medical school.  They've become friends and it never hurts to have a friendly face around when you're new somewhere!  Anyway, that's my dissertation on the first baby meet-and-greet.  Girlfriend and I are meeting Baby #2 tomorrow, so I'm sure girlfriend will have to help feed and hold this baby, too! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7522808502774501475?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7522808502774501475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7522808502774501475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7522808502774501475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7522808502774501475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-fever.html' title='Baby Fever!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R6ejeAC5YwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/upOet8icC68/s72-c/february_2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3386274467495234443</id><published>2008-01-28T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:09:37.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Tag</title><content type='html'>As it's been ridiculously cold here (and I do try NOT to complain about the weather), and I am dreaming of our vacation to Cali in March, I'll play a game of freeze tag here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two names you go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lizbeth (for some reason, it's a stretch for people to say all four syllables)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you are wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cal State Hoodie...I may be buried in this thing, I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flannel Pajama pants...did I mention it's cold here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of your favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch girlfriend do new things, and old things, too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want very badly at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;1. I would LOVE to be at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;2. Well, the other is personal, but probably obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two favorite pets you have or have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. BonBon was my dog I got after a friend of mine in middle school passed away (1993) and she BonBon died in Cali (2003). I didn't think I would be so upset about a dog since she spent a lot of time at my parents' house. I was glad to be able to take her to Cali, and she just died out-of-the blue on Memorial Day Weekend 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who will respond&lt;br /&gt;1. ?&lt;br /&gt;2. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1. I have rediscovered Boca Burgers w/jalapenos.&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberries and Cool Whip--I put it in the freezer at work last night and had it for "lunch" about 2 am...so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people you last talked to:&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you're doing tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taking girlfriend to preschool.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saving lives again tomorrow night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two longest car rides:&lt;br /&gt;1. Columbus, OH to San Bernardino, CA by way of St. Louis, Denver, Salt Lake City, Reno, San Francisco and Vegas. That was a fantastic road trip!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. San Bernardino, CA to Salt Lake City, UT...doing that trip in a 3-day weekend is a lot of time in the car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3386274467495234443?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3386274467495234443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3386274467495234443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3386274467495234443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3386274467495234443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/freeze-tag.html' title='Freeze Tag'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-9085180476080339975</id><published>2008-01-02T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:20:14.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out with the mayor...</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday on New Year's day Rochelle, girlfriend and I were at the gym hammering out our resolutions almost as soon as the gym opened.  Yes, you should be jealous that we're THAT good! :)  Anyway, about halfway through the elliptical rotation, I looked over to see who was coming in, and lo and behold it was the &lt;a href="http://mayor.columbus.gov/"&gt;Mayor of Columbus&lt;/a&gt;.  I said to Rochelle, "Is that the mayor?"  Rochelle said that because he lived in Bexley, it wouldn't be unrealistic for him to be at our &lt;a href="http://www.lff.com/"&gt;gym&lt;/a&gt;.  Anyway, we just kept on with the elliptical and weight machines all the while thinking it was funny he was there.  Anyway, that was my brush with stardom yesterday! :)  Just think about what this year is going to be if I'm already working out with the Mayor on day one!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-9085180476080339975?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/9085180476080339975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=9085180476080339975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9085180476080339975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9085180476080339975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-out-with-mayor.html' title='Working out with the mayor...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2059289797948420287</id><published>2007-12-31T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:31:11.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year...</title><content type='html'>This year should be interesting...for the first time in 10 years, I won't be in college. Don't be fooled...I've already been checking in PhD (in Public Health) programs and mom is working hard to convince me to wait at least until Fall 2009 to start. I will admit that I am having fun spending my money, and not working on homework!!! We'll see...the deadline isn't until March 15 for one place, and I'm not saying anymore until I make a final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to my birthday because 1) I'm going to see my favorite band ever, LINKIN PARK, with my nurse friend, her younger brother and his friend (this all happens to fall on the weekend before my birthday) and 2) I am buying myself a Coach purse. Yep, totally superficial reasons, but at this point, that's what I'm looking forward to turning 29 for and who knows what can happen in the next 2 months before my birthday. And that's all I'm saying about that at this point...I hate jinxing myself, so I'll be quiet about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend is great, and I'll have pictures up from Christmas soon. She was a little out of sorts, because Mom and Dad ditched us for the week-and-a-half before Christmas and went to Hawaii for their 30-year anniversary. Girlfriend stayed with Uncle A and Auntie L for a few nights while I worked 3 nights in a row and had a day of class in there, too. Girlfriend kept saying, "I miss my whole family." Mom and Dad had an awesome time and of course, it will be necessary to post those pictures, too. The day that mom called to brag about laying by the pool when it was 12 degrees here was not the BEST phone call I'd ever gotten. :) Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have some resolutions, but nothing I'm going to kill myself getting done. I need some time to just chill out, and we'll be doing that for a week in so Cal in March. But I have things I need to work on as well, but I'm not making a list setting myself up for failure. Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2059289797948420287?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2059289797948420287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2059289797948420287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2059289797948420287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2059289797948420287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3466413240961795632</id><published>2007-12-31T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:27:14.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R3mxqeb7H6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dfazSi-0vJs/s1600-h/mom_dad_hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150342992157679522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R3mxqeb7H6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dfazSi-0vJs/s320/mom_dad_hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad ditched us for a week-and-a-half and went to Hawaii for their 30-year anniversary.  I know, how dare they?!?  They loved it, and have promised that we are all going back next December.  So, needless to say, we are psyched about that!  Girlfriend kept saying, "When are mamaw and papaw coming back from the hawhy?"  She didn't think much of their being gone and ran to them at the airport like she hadn't seen them in years.  Mom and Dad had a great time, and I'm glad because they deserved the trip. :)  Plus, they brought back awesome gifts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**The above picture is a taste of the Hawaii pictures. It was from the Luau Mom and Dad went to on their anniversary date, and everyone thought it turned out well. More pictures later.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3466413240961795632?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3466413240961795632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3466413240961795632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3466413240961795632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3466413240961795632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year.html' title='Christmas in Hawaii'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R3mxqeb7H6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dfazSi-0vJs/s72-c/mom_dad_hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4535472113736916518</id><published>2007-12-27T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T16:30:31.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over...</title><content type='html'>and as in real life, time to take down the Christmas decorations.  More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4535472113736916518?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4535472113736916518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4535472113736916518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4535472113736916518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4535472113736916518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-9098979162353871568</id><published>2007-12-09T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:54:00.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R11EuRMBeMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wy96aj8Vl8g/s1600-h/snowday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142341911205476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R11EuRMBeMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wy96aj8Vl8g/s320/snowday+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqdxMBeKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m3WIUekz5c8/s1600-h/snowday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141961196714424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqdxMBeKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m3WIUekz5c8/s320/snowday+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqWBMBeJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uRAH7FQhMiY/s1600-h/snowday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141961063570438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqWBMBeJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uRAH7FQhMiY/s320/snowday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqNRMBeII/AAAAAAAAAFY/vxna9anaKtg/s1600-h/snowday+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141960913246582914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R1vqNRMBeII/AAAAAAAAAFY/vxna9anaKtg/s320/snowday+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first snow of the season was this past either Tuesday or Wednesday...we woke up to about 4 inches of snow and ended up with about 6.5 that day. Girlfriend played with the neighbor kids outside and she LOVED it. Problem was, I hadn't bought her snow gear yet so she got cold (seeing as how it was minus 4 then warmed up to 12 degrees during the day). Everyone else must have had the same problem b/c on Thursday when I went to buy her boots and thick mittens, there was only one pair of boots in her size to choose from and no mittens. Girlfriend loves making snow angels and she had so much fun playing with her friends! Enjoy the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-9098979162353871568?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/9098979162353871568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=9098979162353871568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9098979162353871568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9098979162353871568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-snow-day.html' title='First Snow Day'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R11EuRMBeMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wy96aj8Vl8g/s72-c/snowday+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4624245256600107007</id><published>2007-12-04T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:53:25.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Cali people sent me this, and I decided to post my answers rather than bog down everyone's e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? Trick question…I got home from work at 9 am, and headed for a nap (girlfriend played in my room while I napped) about 9:30-10 and got up at 12:45.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Tough call---I just bought myself a diamond right hand ring and a set of black pearls. It’s good to be queen!&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Bee Movie&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite TV show? Grey’s Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? On a good morning, a Curves bar, string cheese and orange.&lt;br /&gt;6. What kind of soap do you use? Softsoap Pure Cashmere&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your middle name? Maureen&lt;br /&gt;8. What food do you dislike? Beans and mayonnaise top the list.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite CD? Linkin Park Hybrid Theory&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of car do you drive? Chevy Blazer&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? I have three: laziness, messiness and whining.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? Hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Where is it Vin Diesel goes at the end of XXX---that’s the place.&lt;br /&gt;14. What color is your bathroom? Brown and green…not my choice right now.&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite brand of clothing? Um, not for sure.&lt;br /&gt;16. Where would you retire to? Someplace warm.&lt;br /&gt;17. What was your most recent memorable birthday? I was panicked about turning 25, so I would have to say that one…yes, that’s been a few years!&lt;br /&gt;18. Furthest place you are sending this? Cali.&lt;br /&gt;19. Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;20. Person you expect to send it back first? Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;21. When is your birthday? February 19.&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite scent? Mint or fall spices.&lt;br /&gt;23 Are you a morning person or a night person? More of a night person which is working out well…mornings are hard for me!&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your shoe size? 10.&lt;br /&gt;25. Pets? One goldfish is hanging on for dear life in spite of the fact we killed 4 others.&lt;br /&gt;26. Any new and exciting news you would like to share with friends? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want to be when you were little? Lawyer. I dressed up as one every career day in elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;28. How are you today? Tired, and a touch moody, but blame it on the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;29. What is your favorite candy? Peppermint chocolate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite flower? Hydrangeas for outside, roses for other times.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? None to speak of…I love Christmas though. I do enjoy payday now, too!&lt;br /&gt;32. What church do you attend? The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite sandwich? Philly cheese steak—I’ll keep Joelene’s answer on that one.&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you listening to right now? Girlfriend harassing me.&lt;br /&gt;35. What is the last thing you ate? Chicken nuggets---it’s a sad day when you feel good about having cooked those for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you wish on stars? Oh yes, and I even –broke the wishbone with my little cousin on Thanksgiving and tried my hardest to win…we came out even although I had a TAD more on my wishbone.&lt;br /&gt;37. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Purple.&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the weather right now? Cold, snowy and overcast…blah.&lt;br /&gt;39. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Alisha, she was convincing me that nurses do in fact eat their young and that it will all be okay.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Oh yes, she has always been kind to me and we know each other through the NOW oddest of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite soft drink? Diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite restaurant? Uno’s&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair color? Brown and Blonde&lt;br /&gt;44. Sibling? 1 younger brother and sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite time of the year? Fall.&lt;br /&gt;46. What was your favorite toy as a child? Cash Register.&lt;br /&gt;47. Summer or winter? See 38…definitely summer.&lt;br /&gt;48. Hugs or kisses? Both&lt;br /&gt;49. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you want your friends to email you back? duh!! of course!&lt;br /&gt;51. When was the last time you cried? Last Thursday…some days just suck.&lt;br /&gt;52. What is under your bed? Scrubs, “lock box” with important papers, and Burt’s Bee’s Cuticle Cream.&lt;br /&gt;53. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Alisha and I have known each other the longest- almost 29 years.&lt;br /&gt;54. What did you do last night? Saved lives, baby! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;55. Favorite room in your house? Bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you afraid of? Being alone, but yet trusting another.&lt;br /&gt;57. Plain, buttered, or salted Popcorn? Not such a fan of popcorn—too much work.&lt;br /&gt;58. How many keys on your key ring? 3 and a billion store keychain cards.&lt;br /&gt;59. How many years at your current job? Um, 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;60. Favorite day of the week? It has always been Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;61. How many cities have you lived in? 12- among Connecticut, Ohio, South Carolina, Tennessee and California.&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you make friends easily? I make “friends” easily, but to get in my &lt;a href="http://www.meettheparents.com/"&gt;circle of trust &lt;/a&gt;takes work and a long time. Thus, there are only about 4 non-family member friends in it.&lt;br /&gt;63. How many people will you be sending this to? Anyone who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you like your job? Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4624245256600107007?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4624245256600107007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4624245256600107007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4624245256600107007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4624245256600107007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-randomness.html' title='More Randomness'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-607216357435709693</id><published>2007-12-04T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:45:43.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://powro3.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; from nursing school tagged me, so here are 7 random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to look up at my reflection in the elevator mirror ceiling EVERY time I am on an elevator.  Try it.  Sometimes, I am non-chalant, other times obvious.&lt;br /&gt;2. I pick out the banana candies from the Runts package.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always wanted a job where I used a cash register, and when I finally had that chance in college, I sucked majorly.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was not sick one day while pregnant with girlfriend...no puking except when I went into labor.&lt;br /&gt;5. I still have a hair barette my dad gave me when I was about 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;6. I caught my bouquet of flowers on fire at my brother's wedding.  My brother's friend (whom I've known for 13 years or so) said, "Sis, you're on fire."  I was confused until he pointed to the bouquet burning and helped me blow it out.  No major scene involved.&lt;br /&gt;7. I always wanted to marry Steve Young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-607216357435709693?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/607216357435709693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=607216357435709693' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/607216357435709693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/607216357435709693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3740447138832583501</id><published>2007-11-28T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:47:37.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Santa said I could wear it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04oKRLNffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o5uWjsiTcC4/s1600-h/november_2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138088381750541810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04oKRLNffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o5uWjsiTcC4/s320/november_2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Santa is a slacker and left the bag from &lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/"&gt;Kohl's&lt;/a&gt; with the Christmas pajamas in it on her bed, girlfriend found it. I thought she was being TERRIBLY quiet for awhile, and then I hear dad say to her, "Oh my, don't you look beautiful...go show your mother!" Ha ha. I had to laugh, seriously, I thought it was funny. Girlfriend promptly said, "Santa said I could wear it!!!" I told her that, technically, Santa HAD said she could wear it. So, another Christmas present down the tubes! She does look quite adorable in the pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3740447138832583501?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3740447138832583501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3740447138832583501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3740447138832583501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3740447138832583501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/santa-said-i-could-wear-it.html' title='&quot;Santa said I could wear it!&quot;'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04oKRLNffI/AAAAAAAAAFI/o5uWjsiTcC4/s72-c/november_2007+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6533783217713913868</id><published>2007-11-28T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:39:52.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04mNBLNfeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IUce3bvj2nc/s1600-h/sesame_street+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138086229971926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04mNBLNfeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IUce3bvj2nc/s320/sesame_street+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04mBRLNfdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p9txKGGM3ZU/s1600-h/sesame_street+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138086028108463570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04mBRLNfdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/p9txKGGM3ZU/s320/sesame_street+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04ldRLNfbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6ayKIhKe2vw/s1600-h/sesame_street+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138085409633172914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04ldRLNfbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6ayKIhKe2vw/s320/sesame_street+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took girlfriend to see "Elmo Makes Music" at the &lt;a href="http://schottensteincenter.com/"&gt;Schott&lt;/a&gt; last Wednesday night, and it was AWESOME! I hadn't told girlfriend where we were going (and if you've ever had a 4-year-old you know why--"When are we going?" "Are we going today?"). Anyway, she loved it! I must say that I was a little excited to see the Sesame Street gang in person. Girlfriend had her first cotton candy, and was a fan until it got to the end where it was sticking to her fingers. Alas, we enjoyed ourselves. I think the highlight was Bert doing "The Hustle" in his white suit. Sorry the pictures didn't turn out better. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6533783217713913868?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6533783217713913868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6533783217713913868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6533783217713913868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6533783217713913868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/can-you-tell-me-how-to-get-how-to-get.html' title='Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Sesame Street?'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/R04mNBLNfeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IUce3bvj2nc/s72-c/sesame_street+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3642416568507724199</id><published>2007-11-17T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:48:49.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Cancer, not to worry</title><content type='html'>So, I had my annual check-up at the end of September and just as the physician was finishing my exam, she says, "Hmm, have you felt this lump here before?" I admitted that I had, but passed it off as nothing. She was not satisfied. lectured me for not doing anything about that as a nurse (hee hee) I "KNOW BETTER" and scheduled me for an ultrasound of the left side of my chest. The place she scheduled me with was a Breast Cancer and Women's Breast Health Center---not scary, right? I took girlfriend on my appointed day and was dismayed that children under 12 aren't allowed to be in the room and that I would need to re-schedule my appointment. Okay, fine. I rescheduled my appointment. I had only told mom who supposedly only told dad b/c I just didn't want to talk about it, or get people worked up over nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my appointment that morning and the u/s tech did both sides just to "be sure." I figured something was up when she took an INCREDIBLY long time on one particular area which oddly enough, was not the area my doctor was concerned about. She told me she wanted to talk to the radiologist and that she would be right back. She came saying that there was an area of suspicion and that to be sure I needed to have a more intense u/s and a mammogram that day. So, while staring at the dots on the ceiling, she did her job and the shipped me over to the mammogram area. There were a ton of women in there, and all were on edge. There was one really sweet older lady who told me she would be 74 in a few days and was having her first mammogram. Then, she began asking questions: Why was I there? Did I have any children? What was wrong? Had I had a mammogram before? Then, the pivotal moment that I swear you only see on TV. She said, "You are so young, sweetheart. You have such a small child. I pray for you that everything turns out well. Your child needs to have its mother." I just smiled and said thank you b/c I really was sure that everything was fine, really I was. Then, I had the boob-smashing procedure which is actually NOT that bad at all. I then met with the Breast Health Nurse (and if ever there was a cool nursing job, that one is it) and she brought the radiologist in who said that there was an area of suspicion on my left side and would need to be biospised, but that I was young, blah, blah, blah. The nurse was overly concerned and even called me the next day to see how I was doing. Really, I was fine b/c I was unremarkably at-ease that I knew this was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my appointment was scheduled with the Breast Surgeon and I had to change it. So, I went the morning after working my first night shift. He said he was sure everything was fine, but wanted to do any u/s just to "look." When doing the u/s he said, "that looks very suspicious, let's do a needle biopsy." He asked me about 4 times if I wanted to wait and have my husband come back with me for the biopsy. I finally said (almost bursting into tears at this point), "I'm sorry, I am divorced and that was the 3rd question on the health history so I assumed you knew that." He apologized and it's not that I'm sensitive about it much anymore, but come on you asked that on the health history, I'm not wearing a wedding ring, and if after once I tell you that I would just rather have it done today, just go ahead and do it. Anyway, out came the Lidocaine and thus proceeded the needle biopsy. I'd had one done on the back of my thigh almost exactly 10 years ago, so I knew it would be uncomfortable. Anyway, he assured me that the tissue looked normal, not to take a shower and that the little metal chip he permanently inserted would not give me any trouble. I agreed to call their office 2 days later for the results. I forgot to call to 2 days later (I just knew it would be fine) and called a day after that receiving the results that it was benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had an experience like this since having girlfriend. I really believed and was comforted that everything was fine. It was still somewhat unnerving though. One night, I had made dinner and dad didn't eat. I thought he didn't like the look of what I had made, but the next night as he, girlfriend and I sat down to eat, he had taken an especially long time praying by himself. He told me that he had just finished a 36-hour fast for my health. That was really touching b/c I really didn't think about everyone else being worried as I was not worried. There was only one night after putting girlfriend to bed that I let myself worry. So, I prayed and I cried and I prayed and I cried. I envisioned her growing up without me and not knowing how much I loved her and did not want to leave her. Then, I got over it b/c I really knew it was going to be fine. Thankfully, for now everything in life is more than fine for she and I. Sorry for the long-winded post, but I just felt like getting that out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3642416568507724199?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3642416568507724199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3642416568507724199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3642416568507724199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3642416568507724199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/breast-cancer-not-to-worry.html' title='Breast Cancer, not to worry'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2379145633368087457</id><published>2007-11-06T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:16:07.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights, Birthdays and "Stella-kins"</title><content type='html'>Here's the report: Nights rock! The sleep leaves much to be desired because at this point, I am unable to sleep more than 4 hours at a time despite being exhausted. I love working 3 12-hour days...I love it. I love being a nurse...corny, but it is what I was MEANT to do, and there is no doubt about that. My fellow nurses are awesome about helping me understand and learn what needs to be done because school does NOT prepare you for actual nursing! :) Night shift nursing is awesome...I love it. The sleep pattern will come with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129910984995011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RzEa3IYAefI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9OpcdUU-aCQ/s320/october_2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthdays: Girlfriend turned 4 a little over a week ago! I cannot believe how fast time flies. I reminisced a lot about the time surrounding her birth. Her birthday turned into a weeklong celebration because I just love birthdays that much, especially this child's birthday. She got pink Converse tennis shoes from my parents and she was so THRILLED. It was funny how excited she got. Mom and Dad took us to Annie's Cheesecake and Tea Room where they brought a cake out to her and sang "Happy Birthday" while girlfriend hid behind me! I made the Dora cake you see in the picture, and it didn't turn out too badly, and girlfriend loved it, so it worked! Girlfriend had a great birthday so thanks to everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129912681507093010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RzEcZ4YAehI/AAAAAAAAAEg/kVZh8rS3Md0/s320/october_2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Stella-kins": I swear to you all that I did not torture this kid...she just does not like posing for the camera. So, here she is in all her Medieval Princess glory. Girlfriend had a party at school and was so excited to announce that she had "put my mouth on the apples and water." That would be bobbing for apples.  GROSS. Anyway, they also made "stella-kins" that day- translation: SKELETONS. I laughed so hard when she said that. We went to Jeff and Rochelle's neighborhood trick-or-treating on Halloween night. Girlfriend got her candy from Jeff and Rochelle and then we just walked around for the next 45 minutes or so. Girlfriend only went up to about 2 people and would just keep telling Rochelle and I that she had enough candy and just wanted to run. THANK YOU. We had a good time. Girlfriend has always been a lot of fun for me, and she is getting to an age where we can really enjoy things together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's the oddly put-together update...hope you are all well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2379145633368087457?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2379145633368087457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2379145633368087457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2379145633368087457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2379145633368087457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/nights-birthdays-and-stella-kins.html' title='Nights, Birthdays and &quot;Stella-kins&quot;'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RzEa3IYAefI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9OpcdUU-aCQ/s72-c/october_2007+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8753427074955989287</id><published>2007-10-21T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:23:26.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I realize it's been awhile since I've been around...blame it on my new JOB, baby!!!  Things are going really well for girlfriend and I these days.  I have my first official shift as a Registered Nurse tomorrow night.  I will be working 3-12-hour days and very limited weekends (every 8-12 weeks) and my shift is NIGHTS.  I am looking forward to that...there is always something mystical about the hospital at night.  Yes, alot of crazy things happen, but it is good.  My job is in the MIMCU and I am slightly scared to be the RN.  I had a week of hospital orientation last week and that included nursing orientation where I had competencies to pass-off.  Here's what I thought was hilarious: I have to be checked off on IV starts in about 2 weeks, but I am allowed to start them as of tomorrow night...wouldn't you do it in the opposite order???  Ah, well.  Tomorrow starts my 8-12 week unit orientation; I am anxious to meet my preceptor.  My unit director told me that Week 8 is when I'll really be freaking out b/c they'll give me my whole "team" of LPNs and Aides to oversee along with my 5-6+ patient load.  I'm just focusing on tomorrow...and trying to stay awake all night tonight in order to sleep tomorrow so I'm not dead Tuesday morning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8753427074955989287?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8753427074955989287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8753427074955989287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8753427074955989287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8753427074955989287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title='HELLO!!!!!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-998053150511266930</id><published>2007-10-07T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:48:40.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout</title><content type='html'>I'm still trying to get everything figured out, but thanks to &lt;a href="http://matiekay.blogspot.com/"&gt;matiekay&lt;/a&gt; for the new layout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-998053150511266930?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/998053150511266930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=998053150511266930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/998053150511266930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/998053150511266930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-layout.html' title='New layout'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4836550656741300632</id><published>2007-10-07T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:44:28.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rwk2kU4GWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/boEM_5U3xvI/s1600-h/october_2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118682449190476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rwk2kU4GWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/boEM_5U3xvI/s320/october_2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing like a fall food craft to get you in the mood for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rwk14k4GWdI/AAAAAAAAADY/qa28-7nobBE/s1600-h/october_2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118681697571199442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rwk14k4GWdI/AAAAAAAAADY/qa28-7nobBE/s320/october_2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie L and Girlfriend enjoyed a good game of "bouncy ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwkyBE4GWaI/AAAAAAAAADA/JqbV_EWLDWc/s1600-h/october_2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118677445553576354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwkyBE4GWaI/AAAAAAAAADA/JqbV_EWLDWc/s320/october_2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girlfriend and Uncle A enjoying some quality skating time. Girlfriend refers to her skates as "my glass slippers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4836550656741300632?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4836550656741300632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4836550656741300632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4836550656741300632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4836550656741300632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/conference-weekend-fun.html' title='Conference Weekend Fun'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rwk2kU4GWeI/AAAAAAAAADg/boEM_5U3xvI/s72-c/october_2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7091908429337912316</id><published>2007-10-07T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:17:20.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-20.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346358758688&amp;amp;site=widget-20.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346358758688&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-20.slide.com/p1/648518346358758688/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=648518346358758688&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-20.slide.com/p2/648518346358758688/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7091908429337912316?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7091908429337912316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7091908429337912316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7091908429337912316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7091908429337912316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-671005866930655564</id><published>2007-10-05T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:33:10.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend's hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaQ8E4GWYI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0ZPKGKzCmI/s1600-h/september_2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117937388328737154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaQ8E4GWYI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0ZPKGKzCmI/s320/september_2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is slowly, but surely going to grow out. It's driving us both crazy right now, but she looked so sweet yesterday--even with the spaghetti from &lt;a href="http://www.unos.com/"&gt;Uno's&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-671005866930655564?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/671005866930655564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=671005866930655564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/671005866930655564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/671005866930655564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/girlfriends-hair.html' title='Girlfriend&apos;s hair...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaQ8E4GWYI/AAAAAAAAACw/h0ZPKGKzCmI/s72-c/september_2007+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4741764752904883927</id><published>2007-10-05T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:20:04.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Grandma Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaOK04GWXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ckakMd0V8fk/s1600-h/september_2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117934343196924274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaOK04GWXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ckakMd0V8fk/s320/september_2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a quilt that Grandma gave to mom a few weeks ago. Now, here's an interesting part of the story...I had told mom probably a year ago that THIS quilt was my favorite and mom talked me out of it saying how the other one looked more like a grandma quilt, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, about a month ago mom told me how much SHE loved this quilt. I looked at her and said, "What?!? That is why you talked me out of that quilt?!?" She just looked at me, laughed, and said, "Oh, did I say that?" Ah well, I love mine regardless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4741764752904883927?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4741764752904883927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4741764752904883927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4741764752904883927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4741764752904883927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-grandma-quilt.html' title='Another Grandma Quilt'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwaOK04GWXI/AAAAAAAAACo/ckakMd0V8fk/s72-c/september_2007+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-192154615676552340</id><published>2007-09-30T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:36:10.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandma rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBemE4GWUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zZ8FqUOaCgI/s1600-h/september_2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116193184929962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBemE4GWUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zZ8FqUOaCgI/s320/september_2007+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She can do anything. Seriously. She is one of the MOST self-reliant people that I know. She and my grandpa loved each other more than any people I have ever known. I loved how they talked about each other even after being married over 50 years. They won the "how long have you been married competition" at one of our cousin's weddings 8 years ago and when asked what made it work for so long, my grandpa quickly replied, "I don't know, you'll have to ask her, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma has been rocking the quilt business lately, and she makes awesome, awesome quilts! We all (even starting before mom, I think) have baby quilts that Grandma has made for us...I'm sure she has made hundreds. She also has tons of quilts that she has made over the years (Mom told her that every quilt Grandma makes with a piece of Mom's little girl dresses, Mom automatically gets...oddly enough, Grandma "ran out" of pieces of Mom's clothes pretty soon after that). Grandma made quilts for my little cousins 2 or 3 Christmases ago (after opening his presents that year which included pajamas, my little cousin who I think was 8 at the time, went to another room mumbling that he had gotten nothing but junk...I still laugh about that!) and made quilts for my brother, cousin and I for Christmas this year. BUT, she couldn't hold out until Christmas and gave them to us at the beginning of the month. Grandma made my cousin a really pretty green one that matches her and her husband's bedroom. Grandma designed one for my brother and his wife-- an AWESOME Ohio State quilt b/c they will both be graduating from The Fisher School of Business at OSU in June and they bleed scarlet and grey. Grandma let me pick mine, and I picked the quilt above b/c I thought it looked like a "grandma-style" quilt...I even got to pick the stitching and it's a scallop design. The quilt is king-size, something ilke 96" x 96".  Anyway, I'll try to get pictures of the other quilts b/c they are awesome! Girlfriend was slightly put out that she didn't get a quilt that day (although I tried to convince her that mine was for us to share and that she had 2 quilts from Grandma already), so we took a picture of girlfriend with the Strawberry Shortcake quilt that Grandma had "finished" for me, so that made her feel better. I'll put up the other pictures just as soon as I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBdvU4GWTI/AAAAAAAAACI/-NbtCLsg7cI/s1600-h/september_2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-192154615676552340?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/192154615676552340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=192154615676552340' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/192154615676552340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/192154615676552340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-grandma-rocks.html' title='My grandma rocks'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBemE4GWUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zZ8FqUOaCgI/s72-c/september_2007+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7328576224905266815</id><published>2007-09-30T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:36:57.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall in Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBcjk4GWSI/AAAAAAAAACA/kLh4DaPcX4I/s1600-h/september_2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116190942957033762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBcjk4GWSI/AAAAAAAAACA/kLh4DaPcX4I/s320/september_2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBcTk4GWRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLfiYLrthBY/s1600-h/september_2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116190668079126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBcTk4GWRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MLfiYLrthBY/s320/september_2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was going to say that I took these pictures today, but alas I took them this past Friday.  I've always felt like everyone keeps dragging me back to Ohio, but it is home.  It was beautiful on Friday and I absolutely love fall in Ohio.  Girlfriend and I celebrated with a Pumpkin Pie Milkshake from McDonalds...it was good.  This is the view from the back deck (duh, obviously it isn't the front yard, but for those who haven't been here I felt the need to clarify).  It was an awesome weather day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7328576224905266815?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7328576224905266815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7328576224905266815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7328576224905266815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7328576224905266815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-in-ohio.html' title='Fall in Ohio'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RwBcjk4GWSI/AAAAAAAAACA/kLh4DaPcX4I/s72-c/september_2007+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-551362492466847765</id><published>2007-09-28T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:56:14.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She works hard for the money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rv1qO04GWPI/AAAAAAAAABo/1NlxTJ9gyMY/s1600-h/september_2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115361554707405042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rv1qO04GWPI/AAAAAAAAABo/1NlxTJ9gyMY/s320/september_2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** Note the tongue sticking out b/c she is working so hard.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-551362492466847765?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/551362492466847765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=551362492466847765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/551362492466847765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/551362492466847765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title='She works hard for the money'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rv1qO04GWPI/AAAAAAAAABo/1NlxTJ9gyMY/s72-c/september_2007+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8873841875045150708</id><published>2007-09-24T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:59:07.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Where to begin? Well, after much ado about nothing, I got my "Authorization To Test" from the National Council of State Boards of Nursing or something like that. Anyway, I got it on September 12, and really didn't want it once it finally came! I called and originally scheduled my test for September 25. I told Mom that and she suggested I take it sooner---I'm not sure if it was for her sanity or mine! So, I called back and changed it to September 21 at 0800. 9 days to go...I warned my family that I would be a bit mental for the next 9 days and to hang on for the ride. I had been studying off-and-on since about the beginning of August, and of course, doubted my ability. I began to hit it hard on Labor Day because I knew test day was coming (even though I hadn't scheduled it yet). I studied all that week and the next week, mostly in the evenings after girlfriend went to bed. After I got my test scheduled, I hit it really hard the rest of that week and weekend. Last week, on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I had help in having people entertain girlfriend during the day. I studied 10 hours on Monday, 8 hours on Tuesday and 9 hours on Wednesday. I was at the end of my rope!!! I decided that I needed a "Mental Health" day on Thursday and girlfriend and I went to story time at the library and I went to my cake deco class. Grandma agreed to keep girlfriend on Friday while I tested, so that worry was off my mind and mom "graciously" took a day off work to go with me. My freakout friend called me Thursday night to wish me luck and I guess I was so nervous that I made her even more nervous about her test. Anyway, I attempted to go to sleep about 10:30 that night, and laid there wide-awake for hours I am sure. I woke back up at 0330 and could not sleep, so I got up and watched some reruns of "Full House" and other Nick-At-Nite shows until I started to get ready at 0500. I had been somewhat calm on Thursday (minus Thursday night) and then my anxiousness came on again full-force on Friday morning. Mom and I left at 0600 (even though it only took 45 minutes to get to the test center) and we were sitting in the parking lot at 0655 after a brief stop. My wonderful freakout friend called me to wish me luck again and my dad called, too. I really thought I would have hyperemesis (hee hee) right there in the parking lot. Anyway, I decided to go in at 0705. I went in at 0705 and mom hugged me and wished me well. I went in and the center asked me to wait 5 more minutes. I tried to sit in the lobby, but ended up pacing. Then, they had me come in, checked over my paperwork, had me read all of the rules about the test (you know, like I can't tell what was on the test or anything like that) took my fingerprints, took my picture and gave me a locker to put my things in. Then, the lady at the front desk had me go to the computer room where another woman took my fingerprints again (see, dishonest people always mess it up for the rest of us) and gave me the last set of instructions. I was glad that at 0720 I was taking the test so as to get it over with. The lady gave me computer #1 and told me that she was sure since I was in so early, I would be done quickly. Huh? How does she know that? Whatever. I sit down, go through the tutorial business and then it starts. Oh my word, that was a freaking hard test. With every click, I became more scared! I didn't even realize how many people were in the testing center b/c I was so focused on my test. It was difficult. But I managed. The minimum number of questions you can get is 75, maximum is 265. If at 75 questions, the computer is like 95% certain that you passed, it shuts off. Or, if at 75 questions the computer isn't sure if you know the material, it keeps going to let you have more opportunities to pass the test. OR, if it shuts off at 75 questions, you have failed miserably. Well, guess what? It shut off at 75 questions; I thought I would faint right there when it shut off! In my mind, I was screaming, "Mother" like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kevinjames.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kevin James &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and I just knew I had failed b/c it was so hard. Then, the computer asked me to take a handy-dandy survey. It took me 85 minutes to take the test. When I was getting my fingerprints AGAIN as I checked out, the lady said, "Good luck." Yeah, whatever. I called mom and whispered into the phone, "I am done." She told me that she was close and would be there in like a minute. I called another friend from nursing school and told her that I was done and that I was sure that I had failed. Anyway, mom and I went to Panera for breakfast and Mom was repeatedly reassuring me that it had to be good b/c the computer shut off at 75 questions. I needed some retail therapy, so we shopped for a little while. We headed home and girlfriend and I took Grandma home and spent the night...I needed some sleep in her spare bedroom feathertick bed b/c I hadn't slept much that week. Grandma was continually reassuring me. Anyway, I spent Saturday certain that I had failed; I went to the temple Saturday night and was just beside myself. My freakout friend called me again Saturday night and told me that she figured it would be okay. I was hardly reassured. Anyway, after church on Sunday (of course I had been checking the website a million times each day knowing that the Ohio Board of Nursing is closed on Saturday and Sunday, but hey you never know!) and finally checked the testing website. It said that for $7.95 I could see my "unofficial" results. Um, lemme think??? Yep, I got my debit card so fast and there it was "pass." I called Mom, then Grandma and then my freakout friend...still doubting it until I saw it on the website today. I had put everyone under strict orders that they were NOT to tell anyone I was taking boards until after the fact...yeah, right...everyone in Ohio knew. Today, I checked all day and then FINALLY at 4:37, it was up and life was sweet! I can't believe it's all over and done now. For anyone interested, here's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://license.ohio.gov/Lookup/SearchDetail.asp?ContactIdnt=3851545&amp;amp;DivisionIdnt=86&amp;amp;Type=L"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Now, I think I can relax and get on with mine and girlfriend's lives! Thanks everyone.&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/6161220131906223222-8873841875045150708?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8873841875045150708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8873841875045150708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8873841875045150708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8873841875045150708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/boards.html' title='Boards'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8321115346427864432</id><published>2007-09-23T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:29:04.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RvaxIk4GWNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Cfh9Nc58Fno/s1600-h/september_2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113469187821820114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RvaxIk4GWNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Cfh9Nc58Fno/s320/september_2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was the primary program at church and it was girlfriend's first one ever. She was so sweet. At our new ward, the kids sit up front right from the beginning of the meeting, and I didn't realize that she and I were late, well, right on time according to my clock! ;) Anyway, I walked her up front and she sat with some of the other kids and her teacher. She was awesome! Girlfriend sat reverently and would stand up for all of the songs even if she didn't know them. When it was the Sunbeams' turn, she held her picture up for everyone to see. Girlfriend did great, and it's difficult to believe that I have a child old enough for this and that girlfriend will be 4 years old next month. Time flies when you're having fun! Of course, I started to get a little teary watching her, but I maintained composure and enjoyed the program. It felt weird to be the parent...I was the only person in her fan club at church today, but that didn't bother either of us. My friend (whom I was roommates with in college for a few months) told me later, "Of course, Miss Girlfriend did great today." What else are people going to say?!? I mean, of course this child is great--she gets it from me!  Ha!  I just know that I'll be blogging about her high school graduation before I know it...I'm sure I'll be a mess! Anyway, just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8321115346427864432?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8321115346427864432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8321115346427864432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8321115346427864432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8321115346427864432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/primary-program.html' title='Primary Program'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RvaxIk4GWNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Cfh9Nc58Fno/s72-c/september_2007+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2372518810212288543</id><published>2007-09-14T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:40:29.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be biased, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuqdQ8bouZI/AAAAAAAAABE/wkLuu4hzf9A/s1600-h/september_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110069641630759314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuqdQ8bouZI/AAAAAAAAABE/wkLuu4hzf9A/s320/september_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this kid is so stinkin' cute! She will hardly ever let me fix her hair, thus the short hair.  But we're in agreement that she's growing it out to wear ponytails. I couldn't resist and tried this morning! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2372518810212288543?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2372518810212288543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2372518810212288543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2372518810212288543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2372518810212288543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-may-be-biased-but.html' title='I may be biased, but...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuqdQ8bouZI/AAAAAAAAABE/wkLuu4hzf9A/s72-c/september_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-1974970626280574914</id><published>2007-09-08T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:33:32.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's the word for the day.  This morning, I got a Facial Peel from my &lt;a href="http://www.kenneths.com/main/default.aspx"&gt;favorite place ever&lt;/a&gt; and HOLY HANNAH it hurt!  It's been about 15 years since I got one at the dermatologist's office, and my skin NEEDED it.  I'd been sporadically getting facials and decided that 1) my skin needs the "extra" treatment that facials can provide and 2) gosh darn it, I am worth it!  Ha!  Anyway, I asked my esthetician-girl about 3 weeks ago about peels, and of course she was all for it!  So, I got a baby-sitter for girlfriend and went this morning.  I actually had to ask her to take a break for a second so that I could scratch my eye (translation: wipe the tears) and then I actually prayed that the pain would ease up.  She did all of the cushy stuff and put hot acid on my face (okay, maybe not acid) and then did "extractions."  That's when the tears and prayers came.  Anyway, I had the huge red welts on my face and it was funny b/c the baby-sitter just looked at me like, "I don't want to know where you've been."  Good grief it hurt.  She wanted me to come back in 2 weeks for more torture, but I opted to wait for 4 weeks until I'm getting my hair cut and kill 2 birds with 1 stone.  I may take some Tylenol before going this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-1974970626280574914?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1974970626280574914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=1974970626280574914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1974970626280574914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1974970626280574914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7993624762711609647</id><published>2007-09-06T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:13:11.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake decorating 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuC5nYWIHdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A7k0KT4p4mM/s1600-h/stella_aprmay2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107286063639436754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuC5nYWIHdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A7k0KT4p4mM/s320/stella_aprmay2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow! Tonight, Rochelle and I attended Wilton Cake Decorating Course 1, or something like that. I have wanted to take these classes for about 6 or 7 years now, I now know why I wanted to--this is awesome! The tips that we got just on the first night blew me away...okay, so maybe I'm being dramatic, but it was awesome. I knew the time was coming for me to take cake decorating b/c I made the lovely cake pictured here for Easter/General Conference weekend this past April and when I was taking the picture Mom said, "Are you planning to send that to the Food Network and see if they want your skills?" And then, "Why didn't you make the glaze to put on the chocolate cake first?" Um, maybe because I've never heard of that! Yes, this is why she is my mother and I love her. So, the instructor tonight showed us this totally rad tip and bag that as Rochelle calls it, "cheats." I didn't get it b/c I bought so many other things, and I would like to master the art of doing it by hand first. After I gave my little schpiel about it, Rochelle promptly said, "Yeah, I'm a cheater, and I'm getting it." Who knows? I'm going to attempt my first try this weekend with a red velvet cake...I'll be sure to let you know what the natives say b/c believe me, they will have something to say! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7993624762711609647?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7993624762711609647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7993624762711609647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7993624762711609647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7993624762711609647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/cake-decorating-101.html' title='Cake decorating 101'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RuC5nYWIHdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/A7k0KT4p4mM/s72-c/stella_aprmay2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2636790776721959567</id><published>2007-09-01T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:09:46.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matching toes</title><content type='html'>Thanks to an &lt;a href="http://koosasworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;"old" friend&lt;/a&gt;, girlfriend and I have discovered &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/playtime"&gt;Nick Jr.&lt;/a&gt; online and girlfriend loves it. She is getting more proficient with the keyboard and mouse which is so incredibly cool to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yesterday girlfriend played a tic-tac-toe game and I tried to explain that it was kind of like the matching game (Memory) that Jeff and Rochelle have this kid hooked on (we now have 3 versions of Memory, but that's beside the point). Girlfriend played it through once and about halfway through the second game, she announced "I AM DONE PLAYING MATCHING TOES!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2636790776721959567?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2636790776721959567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2636790776721959567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2636790776721959567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2636790776721959567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/matching-toes.html' title='Matching toes'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-1658974009963180680</id><published>2007-09-01T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:00:59.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RtoJ4YWIHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FCo8aKOMuRE/s1600-h/pinning_pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105403991790460354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RtoJ4YWIHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FCo8aKOMuRE/s320/pinning_pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so stressed out about this NCLEX-RN test that it is absolutely unreal! I am losing sleep, confidence and probably friends, too. On Tuesday night, I talked to my fantastically wonderful friend whom I met in nursing school; she and I are school soulmates. If that makes sense--we are almost exactly alike in how badly we would panic and think we were going to fail and then 99% of the time we were ABOVE the class average. On the standardized testing we took at the end of 6th quarter, I scored at a level that explained that I had a 99 percent chance of passing boards (and without exposing her scores, let's just say that she has just as good of a chance as myself). So, what am I freaking out about?!? Here's a picture of us (my freaking out school soulmate is in the middle and another classmate on the right) at the end of 5th quarter when life was good and boards were still 3-4 months away and &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt; made us look SMOKIN' and &lt;a href="http://www.mimiscafe.com/"&gt;Mimi's Cafe &lt;/a&gt;served us a fantastic lunch that we were still talking about at the end of 6th quarter!!!  We talked again last night, and sad to say, but the freakout session was just as bad last night as it was on Tuesday...she told me that I wasn't allowed talking about NCLEX anymore!  Ha, yeah right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-1658974009963180680?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1658974009963180680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=1658974009963180680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1658974009963180680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1658974009963180680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/09/dude.html' title='Dude...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/RtoJ4YWIHcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FCo8aKOMuRE/s72-c/pinning_pictures+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-8132811249335114747</id><published>2007-08-28T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:33:47.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...</title><content type='html'>I made the changes to my long-winded post...hopefully, it's right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-8132811249335114747?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/8132811249335114747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=8132811249335114747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8132811249335114747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/8132811249335114747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-promised.html' title='As promised...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-1040358568810248184</id><published>2007-08-26T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:20:35.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Errors</title><content type='html'>I know there are a boatload of typos and such, but just ignore those for now, and I'll fix them soon, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-1040358568810248184?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1040358568810248184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=1040358568810248184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1040358568810248184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/1040358568810248184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/errors.html' title='Errors'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-2710971270880051300</id><published>2007-08-26T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T21:33:00.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assess, Plan, Implement and Evaluate</title><content type='html'>These are basically the steps in the nursing process. Pardon me for being a bit long-winded here, but I need to write this for myself. I had a lot of emotions soaring through my old bones on Friday night and my memior would have been much more powerful if I had written it Friday night, but I didn't. So, I'm shooting from the hip here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a picture of me (and I am on the hunt to find it to prove this point) at about 3 years old wearing a nurse outfit that I had requested from my dad's parents as a Christmas gift, or so I am told. I never really considered being a nurse until college came, and  some random tests that we took at Pre-College at &lt;a href="http://www.ohio.edu/"&gt;OU&lt;/a&gt; indicated that I would be good at 3 different things, and one was nursing. So, I was hooked up with a nursing professor who would serve as my academic advisor for Fall 1997. Yes, folks, you read that right. FALL 1997...it's been THAT long. Anyway, OU didn't have a BSN or even ADN program at the Athens campus, and I was hot-headed thinking I didn't want an Associate degree rather a Bachelor degree. So, I switched about a hundred times and ended up choosing Health Services Administration at the end of my freshman year. I have always felt very at-home in hospitals, and figured that this would be a good thing. And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got the nursing itch about Spring 1999 and decided to transfer to Hocking College into their nursing program. I took some electives while on the waiting list and began clinicals January 2000. About 3 weeks into the program, I quit. Essentially, there were 2 reasons: 1) I had met S and wanted to move closer to him and foolishly convinced myself that I could get into another nursing school easily and quickly and that it wouldn't be a problem and 2) I had failed my handwashing check-off and told myself that if I was such a loser that I didn't know how to wash my hands correctly then I had no business being a nurse. Yes, there they are...those are the reasons I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started back at OU that September 2000 in order to finish my BS in Health Services Administration and put myself on the list to start nursing school at OU-Z September 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to June 2001 when I graduated from OU with my BS in Health--I was exhausted because this is what I did in 3 quarters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Took 74 credit hours on the quarter system (20 fall, 26 winter and 28 spring)&lt;br /&gt;2) Worked full-time at night as a Patient Care Assistant, worked part-time during the holidays at what-is-now Macy's and worked my part-time student job at OU.&lt;br /&gt;3) Completed a 500 hour internship at Doctors Hospital North.&lt;br /&gt;4) Completed a 1000 hour residency at Doctors Hospital North.&lt;br /&gt;5) Commuted 1.5 hours each way to OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days that I slept maybe 2 hours, and it really was a miracle that I didn't get injured on the road. So, I just said that I needed some time off from school and withdrew from the program at OU-Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to California the summer of 2002, and once again checked out the local nursing program &lt;a href="http://www.valleycollege.edu/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;. But the waiting list was really long and I would have had to take a lot of things over just to get in, so I opted for grad school &lt;a href="http://www.csusb.edu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; instead.  I loved it.  Grad school was awesome and I loved going to Cal State. It took me a little longer than I had planned, but I finished in March 2006 with my Master of Science in Health Services Administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to Ohio in June 2004 and you guessed it, I looked around at the nursing school options. I'll save you the details, but I applied again at OU-Z and was accepted for Winter 2006. Given everything that had happened in the summer and fall of 2005, I had forgotten about even applying, and when I got my "Congratulations" packet in the mail October 2005, I was shocked. So, I discussed this with my wonderful parents with whom girlfriend and I were living, and they said that they would support us if I went to nursing school. The original plan was for us to only live there 6 months, but since I chose to go to nursing school we would be staying at least 2 more years. So, that was the agreement and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the FIRST day of nursing school because that morning I remember being dramatic and looking at myself in the mirror and thinking, "Okay, this is IT. Last chance. I want to remember this moment because when I'm done with nursing school, I wonder how different my life will be at that point." Girlfriend was only 2 when I started and I knew that she would be about 4 when I was done; I had thought that I would be remarried (and there's a reason why, but I'm sure you all don't want the details); I was only 2 weeks post-divorce and still reeling from the emotions of that and just how would it feel to be an RN after all that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing school, for me, was great. The days that I was getting up at 0330 for clinicals that began at 6 am were horrible. The 1.5 hour commute each way on a windy 2-lane state route was less than desirable. The teaching/learning group projects had me on the edge every quarter.  I enjoyed being class president and our Program Director said on Friday night as she was handing me my Leadership award (which I need to find now that I think about it) that, "Elizabeth has displayed strong leadership with this group of students." Mostly because I was able to convince our School Director to allow us to complete our last quarter during this summer instead of taking the summer off and going fall quarter. I just did what needed to be done! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of emotions Friday night. After I got ready, girlfriend decided that she wanted mom to get her ready so that I could see her. She looked like an angel and I told girlfriend that she looked beautiful. Mom said, "You girls made it." I lost it for a minute after that comment because this had been a lot of work for everyone and girlfriend truly had been a trooper for this time. I went to nursing school because I knew that I could provide an even better life for girlfriend with this degree tacked onto the others and that I would have good job stability as well. Back to the emotions: I had to keep them in check because of the whole speech and everyone was afraid that I would cry. I was determined NOT to cry. So, on my drive out to school I forced myself to listen to music that would "pump" me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous during my speech that I was sure I blew through it. I was shaking so badly that I didn't put my foot all the way down for fear that my high heel would hit the wood floor and make a lot of noise! Then, I started to tear up when my name was read and Auntie L and girlfriend pinned me. I did cry when girlfriend and I handed mom the symbolic nursing "thank you" rose at the end and mom cried. But, I stopped myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's done. Over. All of that work and time invested is finished. My life is not how I thought it would be at the end of nursing school, but it's great. Girlfriend was a champ and I am so glad that I was able to do this for us. Our life will be great...I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-2710971270880051300?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2710971270880051300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=2710971270880051300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2710971270880051300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/2710971270880051300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/assess-plan-implement-and-evaluate.html' title='Assess, Plan, Implement and Evaluate'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4016219829319638937</id><published>2007-08-24T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:57:02.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-aOIWIHbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mze2p4Bjf-Q/s1600-h/ouz_nursing2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102466470383197618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-aOIWIHbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mze2p4Bjf-Q/s320/ouz_nursing2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's the whole motley crew sans Auntie L who took the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4016219829319638937?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4016219829319638937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4016219829319638937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4016219829319638937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4016219829319638937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-whole-motley-crew-sans-auntie-l.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-aOIWIHbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Mze2p4Bjf-Q/s72-c/ouz_nursing2007+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7059817194807082385</id><published>2007-08-24T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:54:31.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-Zy4WIHaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hfs4t9YRltQ/s1600-h/ouz_nursing2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102466002231762338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-Zy4WIHaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hfs4t9YRltQ/s320/ouz_nursing2007+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is.  That's all I'm saying about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7059817194807082385?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7059817194807082385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7059817194807082385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7059817194807082385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7059817194807082385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-Zy4WIHaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hfs4t9YRltQ/s72-c/ouz_nursing2007+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-6616913269373159350</id><published>2007-08-24T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:48:59.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XwIWIHZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mbKSr-16TVY/s1600-h/ouz_nursing2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102463755963866514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XwIWIHZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mbKSr-16TVY/s320/ouz_nursing2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auntie L and girlfriend pinning me. When Auntie L is around, no one else matters, so it was great to have her and girlfriend pin me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-6616913269373159350?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6616913269373159350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=6616913269373159350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6616913269373159350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/6616913269373159350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/auntie-l-and-girlfriend-pinning-me.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XwIWIHZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mbKSr-16TVY/s72-c/ouz_nursing2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-7905450633523385670</id><published>2007-08-24T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:44:08.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XSYWIHYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MY8nbJOBCHc/s1600-h/ouz_nursing2007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102463244862758274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XSYWIHYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MY8nbJOBCHc/s320/ouz_nursing2007+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not sure what this has to do with pinning, but it looks like some fun was had on the way to the ceremony!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-7905450633523385670?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7905450633523385670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=7905450633523385670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7905450633523385670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/7905450633523385670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-really-not-sure-what-this-has-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rs-XSYWIHYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MY8nbJOBCHc/s72-c/ouz_nursing2007+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-442328853009583687</id><published>2007-08-24T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:13:51.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning Ceremony</title><content type='html'>I'm just putting up the pictures for tonight...I'll add more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-442328853009583687?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/442328853009583687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=442328853009583687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/442328853009583687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/442328853009583687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/pinning-ceremony.html' title='Pinning Ceremony'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-4186170096370542850</id><published>2007-08-21T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:37:23.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baldies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mediaserver.suntimes.com/multimedia/daughtry.jpg_20070303_13_50_25_388-116-165.imageContent"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://mediaserver.suntimes.com/multimedia/daughtry.jpg_20070303_13_50_25_388-116-165.imageContent" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://arachne.blox.pl/resource/Vin_Diesel_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://arachne.blox.pl/resource/Vin_Diesel_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the need to get this out there: I've always had a thing for baldies. NOT the guys who try to cover it up, but the guys who either embrace their baldness and keep it shaved off, or the guys who choose to shave it off. Yes, either way I am a sucker for it. A &lt;a href="http://www.palsofkaleb.org/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; in high school wore his shaved off, and I always thought it was cool, and different. These guys are two of my favorite celebrity bald guys! Interestingly enough, I am a fan of facial hair along with the baldness...if done right! Anyway, carry on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-4186170096370542850?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/4186170096370542850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=4186170096370542850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4186170096370542850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/4186170096370542850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/baldies.html' title='Baldies'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3683542590406392003</id><published>2007-08-06T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:07:55.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is so cool!  It'll look even better one month from now, but look &lt;a href="https://license.ohio.gov/Lookup/SearchDetail.asp?ContactIdnt=3851545&amp;DivisionIdnt=86&amp;amp;Type=L"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!  If it doesn't work, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3683542590406392003?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3683542590406392003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3683542590406392003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3683542590406392003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3683542590406392003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-234115702355089580</id><published>2007-08-06T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:24:57.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend's Outfit</title><content type='html'>After spending a scorching, sweltering 3 hours at Jeffersonville, I bought the first dress that I tried on girlfriend!  Rochelle and girlfriend were good sports, though!  I found it at Gymboree, but can't find the link to it.  Today, I found the horrid, lacy socks to match the cream-colored polka dots and black mary janes to complete the look.  So, that worry is off my mind! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://koosasworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kassie&lt;/a&gt; for her help with my links!  Oddly enough, her advice to check out the help section worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-234115702355089580?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/234115702355089580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=234115702355089580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/234115702355089580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/234115702355089580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/girlfriends-outfit.html' title='Girlfriend&apos;s Outfit'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-9217493907911523717</id><published>2007-08-02T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:10:48.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning Outfit Update</title><content type='html'>Well, 3 of 4 isn't bad.  Mom liked everything but the shirt.  So, off we went to Target again, and I was able to find one that works...I am excited about this outfit!  I bought &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_6/601-9549700-6924919?ie=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;asin=B000PUT42A"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;, and subsequently will need to practice b/c I am not exactly graceful on my feet.  I still need to find something for girlfriend to wear.  So, Rochelle, girlfriend and I are headed &lt;a href="http://www.primeoutlets.com/cntrdefault.asp?cntrid=1029"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday to hopefully find something for girlfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-9217493907911523717?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/9217493907911523717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=9217493907911523717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9217493907911523717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/9217493907911523717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/pinning-outfit-update.html' title='Pinning Outfit Update'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-5184079328966157821</id><published>2007-08-02T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:03:51.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time EVER...</title><content type='html'>I went to the movies by myself. I have never done this before, and quite honestly, I am not sure why. After having a lunch to celebrate the lovely Rochelle's 28th birthday (thank goodness she has caught up to me!), I thought that I would go sit in the air conditioned theater and watch &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809751355/info"&gt;HAIRSPRAY!&lt;/a&gt; I missed the first 10 mintues of it, so I am sure that I will just have to go see it again! I loved the original, and this one was great. I almost didn't know how to act since I was by myself. You see, usually, I am fielding questions from girlfriend about the movie we're watching or making 300 potty trips b/c girlfriend has to visit the bathroom every place that we go at least once. It was great, and then I found an outfit for the pinning ceremony, but it is pending Mom's approval! :) Now, to find something for girlfriend and decide what to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-5184079328966157821?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5184079328966157821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=5184079328966157821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5184079328966157821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/5184079328966157821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-first-time-ever.html' title='For the first time EVER...'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3487355389497820964</id><published>2007-07-31T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:13:06.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning Speech Dilemma</title><content type='html'>So, in roughly 3 weeks I have to give the "Class President" address at &lt;a href="http://www.zanesville.ohiou.edu/"&gt;our &lt;/a&gt;pinning ceremony b/c there was that one time about a year ago when I lost my mind and agreed to be Class President. You might not think this to be a big deal, and really it's not, it's just that I have just about had it with listening to 40+ adults moan and complain. But mom keeps reminding me that I asked for it and my fantastically wonderful friend from nursing school just keeps laughing and entertaining my complaining to her! What a great friend! Anyway, I was talking tonight to our class secretary/treasurer and told her that I just have no idea what to say but that I wanted to speak for more than 30 seconds but no more than 5 minutes. She said, "Oh yes, 5 minutes is LONG enough!" So, I took the hint. But now, what do I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3487355389497820964?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3487355389497820964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3487355389497820964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3487355389497820964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3487355389497820964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/07/pinning-speech-dilemma.html' title='Pinning Speech Dilemma'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3506882822325741464</id><published>2007-07-31T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:40:22.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girlfriend and I'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rq_vw73kLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rvA3XF5IgoI/s1600-h/pinning_pictures+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093553327562829554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rq_vw73kLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rvA3XF5IgoI/s320/pinning_pictures+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are slicked up for church.  I needed a picture for our pinning ceremony slideshow and kept forgetting...it's not everyday that we're dressed up, so I finally remembered at the eleventh hour that we needed one, and mom was able to help us out. NOT, that I'm on the man-hunt, but my grandma has been giving me advice and oddly enough, I've been taking it and it seems to be working.  We moved to a new ward and I told my grandma that I didn't see any single guys my age (or relatively close anyway) and she asked me if I "looked good."  I told her that I thought I looked all right and she just laughed and said, "I meant, did you LOOK around the congregation!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3506882822325741464?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3506882822325741464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3506882822325741464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3506882822325741464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3506882822325741464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-we-are-slicked-up-for-church.html' title=''/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/Rq_vw73kLvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rvA3XF5IgoI/s72-c/pinning_pictures+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6161220131906223222.post-3381493182936324385</id><published>2007-07-30T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:11:36.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is new</title><content type='html'>As everyone else says, "this is my feeble attempt at blogging."  So, here I go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6161220131906223222-3381493182936324385?l=yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3381493182936324385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6161220131906223222&amp;postID=3381493182936324385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3381493182936324385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6161220131906223222/posts/default/3381493182936324385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourmomgoesto.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-new.html' title='This is new'/><author><name>your mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02701068024986618620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r92uPCSoiLA/SNpC9kq3JJI/AAAAAAAAALU/zkkC_-Gd_lk/S220/DSCN0016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
