<?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-7982902947021891483</id><updated>2012-01-05T09:30:14.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-7424286431865171528</id><published>2010-12-13T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:58:08.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>So we went to have an ultrasound and found out we're having a girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TQaVxgVT7-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBNMsAoJ710/s1600/Ultrasound+12-13-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TQaVxgVT7-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBNMsAoJ710/s320/Ultrasound+12-13-10.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We're thinking about naming her Brianna... but still not sure. &amp;nbsp;I've begun to feel her moving around in there.. and sometimes I wish I didn't! &amp;nbsp;She just doesn't stop... I guess she's inherited her daddys inability to sit still!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-7424286431865171528?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7424286431865171528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-girl.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/7424286431865171528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/7424286431865171528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!!!'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TQaVxgVT7-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LBNMsAoJ710/s72-c/Ultrasound+12-13-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2651051979097426458</id><published>2010-12-01T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:12:51.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meth... really?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So We're trying to buy this house.. it's pretty nice, especially for a first home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs578.ash2/149997_1473853937650_1572738578_31127678_714626_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs578.ash2/149997_1473853937650_1572738578_31127678_714626_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs931.snc4/74487_1473854137655_1572738578_31127680_8050563_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs931.snc4/74487_1473854137655_1572738578_31127680_8050563_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1124.snc4/148660_1473854217657_1572738578_31127681_6609021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1124.snc4/148660_1473854217657_1572738578_31127681_6609021_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs570.ash2/149201_1474566755470_1572738578_31128598_1467604_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs570.ash2/149201_1474566755470_1572738578_31128598_1467604_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So anyways... we had it inspected of course.. and guess what... it tested positive for meth!!! &amp;nbsp;Unbelievable... the things people do these days.. anyways, the good news is that the bank is willing to pay to get it out of there and my neighbor owns a company that decontaminates houses of stuff like that... so.. hopefully it'll all be gone and we'll be able to close in a few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-2651051979097426458?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2651051979097426458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/meth-really.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2651051979097426458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2651051979097426458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/12/meth-really.html' title='Meth... really?!?!?!'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-7162267627812429208</id><published>2010-11-29T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:06:42.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>WOW... life got crazy!! &amp;nbsp;I haven't posted on here in forever... to start off I was in a car accident.. not bad, but enough to d some damage to my back, so I've been in physical therapy twice a week every week. &amp;nbsp; Turns out I am pregnant!! &amp;nbsp;I am currently 15 weeks along... here are some U/S pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbRfB9KBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XFOFdVaxLw/s1600/Ultrasound+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbRfB9KBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XFOFdVaxLw/s320/Ultrasound+1.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbSWGIZFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/spIRSHaFmvY/s1600/Ultrasound+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbSWGIZFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/spIRSHaFmvY/s320/Ultrasound+2.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbTOUXUiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c8isq4F-usY/s1600/Ultrasound+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbTOUXUiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/c8isq4F-usY/s320/Ultrasound+3.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've been going to prenatal appointments with my midwife. &amp;nbsp;I am considered a high risk pregnancy because my first two children were born premature. &amp;nbsp;I went into labor with my daughter when I was only &amp;nbsp;24 weeks. &amp;nbsp;So I've been having appointments with a high risk specialist as well. &amp;nbsp;Starting&amp;nbsp;Wednesday&amp;nbsp;I will need to have progesterone shots once a week to (hopefully) prevent me from going into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tummy is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;pooching out a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQ_qvxKDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lJN9qncJOt8/s1600/baby+tummy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQ_qvxKDsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/lJN9qncJOt8/s320/baby+tummy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well.. anyways between all that and school and work.. I have had absolutely no time for anything else.. including blogging ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Hopefully I'll get back into things and keep you all updated a little more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-7162267627812429208?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/7162267627812429208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/7162267627812429208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/7162267627812429208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TPQbRfB9KBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XFOFdVaxLw/s72-c/Ultrasound+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-3454913603929514242</id><published>2010-09-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:41:55.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok, I know.. It's been forever since I've posted.. and I'm sorry. &amp;nbsp; I've just been so sick... not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.. because I'm PREGNANT!!! &amp;nbsp; I am now 7 weeks along and I'm due May 12th... exciting!!! &amp;nbsp;I just want to skip these first few months though. &amp;nbsp;All I want to do now is sleep and throw up.. that's about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... there's not much else going on right now. &amp;nbsp;Just work...school.. and trying to do it all while pregnant, tired and grumpy! &amp;nbsp;I'll post more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-3454913603929514242?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3454913603929514242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/3454913603929514242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/3454913603929514242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-6610558169519219638</id><published>2010-09-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:15:51.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee on a stick...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so me and hubby have been trying to get pregnant for 4 months now... I've wanted to be pregnant so bad that I've had many false pregnancy symptoms... well for the past 5 days now I've been really&amp;nbsp;nauseous in the mornings, my period is not due until next week, but I decided to take a test anyways just to see if it would show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. GUESS WHAT!!! &amp;nbsp;There was a very very faint line.. I thought I was seeing things, so I had my mom take a look at it.. and she saw it too!!! &amp;nbsp; I know it's not definate yet, I still could have an early miscarriage or something like that, but at least there was a line.. that's better than what I was getting before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.. I really hope this means baby in 9 months!! &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping for a boy, but I'll be happy with whatever I get :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-6610558169519219638?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6610558169519219638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/pee-on-stick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6610558169519219638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6610558169519219638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/pee-on-stick.html' title='Pee on a stick...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-8356957851623688104</id><published>2010-09-01T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T08:44:54.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 10 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Someone you need to let go, or wish you&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well.. I don't really have anyone who I need to let go... but I do have one person I wish I didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This situation is kinda confusing...I wish I never met my daughter's dad. &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, I'm not sure what I would do without my daughter! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He can be such an idiot at times, and it really makes me mad some of the things he puts my daughter through. &amp;nbsp;I just wish I could have her, but never met him....make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The latest news on him... well he's back in town now, but who knows for how long. &amp;nbsp;My daughter spent this past weekend at his house. &amp;nbsp;Well... here's the story. &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;had just bought her a new bible... and she wanted to take it over there to show her dad, so I let her. &amp;nbsp;Well apparently both her and her dad decided to practice writing in it. &amp;nbsp;Now a &amp;nbsp;year old writing in a book... a slap on the hand, and you just tell them that it's not a good thing to do... on the other hand.. a 35 year old man????? &amp;nbsp; Should I really have to tell a 35 year old man not to write in books.. especially if they're not his????? &amp;nbsp;Unbelievable. &amp;nbsp;That's all I can say. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe he's so dumb as to teach our&amp;nbsp;daughter&amp;nbsp;that it's ok to write in books. She only had the thing for 2 days, and now it's got writing all through it.... &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking of just giving it back to him and say here keep this, since you decided to write in it.. I'll go buy a new one that I will keep looking nice.... sometimes, I'm surprised at how dumb a human being can actually be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyways, back to the subject... yes, he is the one person in my life that I wish I didn't know, and had never met.....he is the single most stressful thing in my life.... ha most people would think working full time, going to school full time, and being a good wife and mommy was stressful.... ha ha ha that is a piece of cake compared to the stress he puts me through....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess I just need to learn to not let it get to me.. not as easy as it sounds.. and I'm not really sure how to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-8356957851623688104?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8356957851623688104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-days-of-truth-day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/8356957851623688104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/8356957851623688104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-days-of-truth-day-10.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 10'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-98229715424679767</id><published>2010-08-30T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T09:52:01.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days Of Truth - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 9 - Someone you didn't want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this one is easy!! &amp;nbsp; Ok, ok, so I know I have been a slacker lately.. it's been a while since I've posted. &amp;nbsp;I've just gotten really busy with.... well... life! &amp;nbsp;So anyways... here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person I didn't want to let go was my best friend Stephanie. &amp;nbsp;We met the first day of kindergarten and were inseprable ever since. &amp;nbsp;Well when I was in 6th grade her dad got a job and she had to move.. it was only an hour away so it's not like we would never be able to see each other again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I was wrong. &amp;nbsp;We went to different schools, we didn't see each other anymore, and after a while I forgot about her, and she probably forgot about me. &amp;nbsp;We stopped talking.. there was no fight, and there was no reason that we stopped talking other than the fact that we just did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &amp;nbsp;a few months ago I found her on facebook.... and she ended up flying here to be a bridesmaid in my wedding... and when she got here... we picked up where we left off in 6th grade. &amp;nbsp;It's like we were never apart. &amp;nbsp;We talked for hours and just did our thing like nothing ever happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make sure now that we keep in contact... I'll never forget that day on the bus the first day of kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;We were headed home and she was crying because she thought the bus driver didn't know where she lived and she would never get home... I sat next to her and made her feel better....there's a connection between us that will never die... I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-98229715424679767?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/98229715424679767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/98229715424679767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/98229715424679767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-9.html' title='30 Days Of Truth - Day 9'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-6902007674727233466</id><published>2010-08-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:59:34.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress...</title><content type='html'>Wow.. so I've had quite the week... My daughter is having some serious issues. &amp;nbsp;I think it's all rooting from the fact that her dad just up and left and has had no contact for 2 months now. &amp;nbsp; She is having some serious temper&amp;nbsp;tantrums...I mean these are no normal tantrums either... they're pretty bad and last for hours upon hours.... &amp;nbsp;the longest lasted I believe 6 hours.. non stop until she fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/250/draft_lens2287809module12593952photo_1226634454toddler-temper-tantrum2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/250/draft_lens2287809module12593952photo_1226634454toddler-temper-tantrum2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not quite sure what to do about it anymore.. I've tried everything I can think of.. and I mean they are pretty bad. &amp;nbsp;I'm almost ready to get her some extra help. &amp;nbsp;I can get some free&amp;nbsp;counseling&amp;nbsp;through my work, and maybe if we did some family counseling that would help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other thing that isn't making matters any better is my step dad is in the hospital. &amp;nbsp;He has had some serious abdominal pain for the past 2 weeks... he hasn't eaten in a week because he can't keep anything down....his belly is seriously swollen.... and they're afraid his colon is going to burst because of the pressure. &amp;nbsp;They don't know what's wrong with him.. he's even had a few doctors come in asking him questions about it to learn more about what's going on with him. &amp;nbsp; It's kinda scary when a specialist has no clue what's wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So as you can see I've been pretty stressed as well as my daughter, so that makes everything worse...I'm not sure what I'm doing anymore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-6902007674727233466?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6902007674727233466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6902007674727233466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6902007674727233466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/stress.html' title='Stress...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-4560812762039019974</id><published>2010-08-17T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:57:00.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Challenge...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've decided to take on another challenge.... like I don't already have enough on my plate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to read the Bible.. the whole thing. &amp;nbsp;Well.. listen to it at least. &amp;nbsp;I've been listening to an Audio bible while I'm at work instead of music. The only books I read at home are school books! &amp;nbsp; I started doing it a little while back but then never finished, I got to&amp;nbsp;Leviticus and then stopped for some reason. &amp;nbsp;I hear that Leviticus is where a lot of people get discouraged because there's no real story to it. &amp;nbsp;It's a bunch of rules (that don't really apply anymore if you believe in the new testament) about sacrifices and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2007/02/07/godwin_bible460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2007/02/07/godwin_bible460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I picked up where I left off.. I started in Leviticus yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I made it through, and today I've started on Numbers. &amp;nbsp;Right Now I"m on Chapter 23 I plan to finish Numbers today and hopefully at least start on Deuteronomy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shannonmimbs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/leviticus3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://shannonmimbs.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/leviticus3.gif" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well here I am at the beginning of my journey. &amp;nbsp;Many people start this journey with good intentions, however only a few actually succeed. &amp;nbsp;Please join me in this challenge and journey to read the entire bible. &amp;nbsp;Some move slower, and others will move faster. &amp;nbsp;Whatever your pace may be please feel free to share your thoughts and reflections.. I sure will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thecrazyaustralian.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/new-testament.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://www.thecrazyaustralian.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/new-testament.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/7982902947021891483-4560812762039019974?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4560812762039019974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4560812762039019974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4560812762039019974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-new-challenge.html' title='My New Challenge...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-5593092154810743488</id><published>2010-08-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:22:01.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 8 - Someone who made your life hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so this one is fairly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are/were 2 people in my life that made it difficult....Person number one.. Her name was Katrina. &amp;nbsp;She picked on me in high school. &amp;nbsp;I dreaded going to school every day because of her. &amp;nbsp;She decided that she was going to call me roach one day, and continued doing it throughout the school year. &amp;nbsp;She wrote in&amp;nbsp;permanent&amp;nbsp;marker on my locker ROACH... and filled my locker with shaving cream. &amp;nbsp;She threw pennies at my head...she found at least one thing about me every single day to make fun of .... one day I just couldn't take it anymore and we got into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now although I thought she was the devil at the time.... now that I look back on it, it really wasn't that bad. Yeah she did some mean and nasty things...teenage girls are really bad! &amp;nbsp;But hey it was for one year, and I haven't seen her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person number 2.... My daughter's dad. I know this is really bad... but he is the only person I've ever truly hated in my entire life... &amp;nbsp;I left him 4 years ago.... we're STILL going to court to play his dumb games. &amp;nbsp;He fights me every step of the way on custody (even though I've already been awarded full physical and legal custody) but everyone knows he really doesn't care about seeing his daughter. &amp;nbsp;He's been out of state for almost 2 months now. &amp;nbsp;He hasn't called her or anything. &amp;nbsp;If he really cared about his kid he would stop chasing girls like a teenage boy and pay attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurts her...not physically, but emotionally he does, and watching that happen, and not being able to do anything about it... hurts me. &amp;nbsp;He threatens to call child services on me because apparently I'm an abusive mother (trust me.. I'm not) &amp;nbsp;Yes... I&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;my child, I want her to grow up with manners, and to act right. &amp;nbsp;I barely ever spank her.... only when I feel it's&amp;nbsp;necessary.... Him on the other hand... he does nothing. There is no&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;when she goes to his house. No wonder he thinks I'm an abusive mother....I actually&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;my child. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry... I'm&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;guilty.. take me to jail.. I&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just wait until he gets wind of her calling my husband daddy....that's going to be a fun conversation to hear.... when I say conversation I mean him yelling at me and cussing me out. &amp;nbsp;It's not my fault that he abandoned his daughter, and she gave up on hoping that he would come back. It's not my fault that she wants a stable father figure in her life. &amp;nbsp;It's not my fault that her dad wants nothing to do with her....but it does hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to many people...all this may not seem bad enough for me to actually hate someone.. you're right it's not. &amp;nbsp;I would also like to inform you that he used to abuse me...still does in a way. &amp;nbsp; He choked me until I passed out when I was pregnant with my daughter, he would hit me, kick me, push me... you name it.. he did it. &amp;nbsp;Now, physical abuse I can handle.. bumps and bruises go away. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it hurts, but the pain eventually goes away. &amp;nbsp;It's the emotional abuse that really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional scars are hard to get rid of.. and sometimes never go away. &amp;nbsp;I still carry many of mine, and sometimes they affect my marriage now. &amp;nbsp;I have the perfect marriage, I love my husband to death and he would never lay a hand on me or say a hurtful word. &amp;nbsp;But sometimes the scars that Jeff left behind affect what I do and say. &amp;nbsp;There are times I am very insecure about myself and about my husband. &amp;nbsp;I know...more than I know anything else in the world that he loves me and he wouldn't even look at another woman... but because of what Jeff did to me, every time he goes out with the guys or goes on an overnight for work I can't help but think... is he cheating on me? &amp;nbsp;Am I pretty enough for him? Am I good enough for him? &amp;nbsp;Maybe he found someone better than me? &amp;nbsp;Most times I believe that almost anyone could be better than me. &amp;nbsp;MY self esteem has been stripped down and stomped on so many times, and it's hard to build it back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on it though. &amp;nbsp;He always reassures me that I'm the most beautiful woman in the world and he loves me and only me. &amp;nbsp;He doesn't even have the desire to look at anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know this is getting a little long, and I'm probably just rambling at this point. &amp;nbsp;The answer to the question of the day in a few words.. Jeff seriously messed up my life... Katrina...just prepared me for Jeff. &amp;nbsp;Someday I'll get over it all, and look back and think.... eh that wasn't so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-5593092154810743488?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/5593092154810743488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/5593092154810743488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/5593092154810743488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-8.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 8'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2688252407417306526</id><published>2010-08-12T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:41:30.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post - Baby Sign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;10 Tips To Get Started With Baby Sign Language&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysignlanguage.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysignlanguage.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Baby Sign Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;is so much fun, it’s completely free – and it works! It’s also real easy to get started. The sooner you start signing to your baby, the sooner he will begin to communicate back to you. You can start at any time, even from birth. Read on for the top ten tips to get started with baby sign language...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;1. Start off with signs that are interesting to babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Words that represent food, drink, or people, such as Mommy and Daddy, are great starter signs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;2. Repetition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Make the sign every time you say the relevant word to your baby. It’s important to say the word that goes with the sign clearly, with good eye contact, while pointing to the thing or person you are describing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;3. Be alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;At first, sign when baby is alert and not fussing. He won’t enjoy it if he’s tired – and neither will you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;4. Practice the signs beforehand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;so you feel confident and clear about what you are doing. Get flash cards or a handy wall-chart so you know how to make the signs correctly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;5. Repetition is the key to baby sign language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Be sure to make the sign and say the word every time you do an action or use an object. Your baby will learn the signs through repetition (and so will you), and it will be natural for him to eventually sign back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;6. Be Patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Don’t expect too much too soon. Your baby is unlikely to be signing for his milk if he is only 4 months old and you’ve been signing to him for just a week! A typical baby who starts learning signs at seven months old needs about two months of repetition and exposure to a sign to start using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;7. Remember - signing to your baby helps with bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Baby signing is a two-way activity, encouraging communication from baby to parent and back again. Mothers who sign with their babies often feel closer to them, noticing and appreciating their efforts at communication earlier than non-signing moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;8. Dads can do it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Often dads feel left out when bringing up a young baby, especially if Mom is breastfeeding. Signing is something baby and daddy can do together, creating a special bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;9. Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;So much of parenting these days is just plain hard work. Baby signing is fun – and that’s one of the reasons it works so well. At first your baby will just look at you making signs and may even smile or laugh. You may feel silly too. This is good for you and for baby. Have lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;10. Don’t take it too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;If it’s not working for you, try something else. Or come back to it in a few months. It’s never too late to take up signing with your baby or toddler. But if it’s not for you, don’t stress it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #500050; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on how you can get started with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysignlanguage.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Baby Sign Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;visit the site. There are a ton of FREE resources to get you and your baby signing in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7982902947021891483-2688252407417306526?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2688252407417306526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/guest-post-baby-sign-language.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2688252407417306526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2688252407417306526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/guest-post-baby-sign-language.html' title='Guest Post - Baby Sign Language'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2932941531761511377</id><published>2010-08-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:22:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 6 - Something you hope you never have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok, so I've been lazy and haven't posted on this in a while, so here we go. &amp;nbsp; Something I hope I never have to do... well there's lots of things. &amp;nbsp;I think the most important thing being is that I hope I never have to bury my child. &amp;nbsp; I went through this when I was younger (kind of) &amp;nbsp;Number one.. my brother died when he was 16... I can't imagine how my mom did it. &amp;nbsp;To bury her own child. &amp;nbsp;Of course, I had to be strong for her, because I knew that losing a brother wasn't as bad as losing a child. &amp;nbsp;There is some inexplicable bond between a mother and a child... it's always there, and it never goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Number 2, I had a son when I was 17, and put him up for adoption. &amp;nbsp;It was the hardest thing I had to do in my life. &amp;nbsp;But I knew that I couldn't give him the life he deserved, so I gave him to a loving family. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Giving up a son through adoption is hard enough... you know that the child is ok.. you know that he is happier there than he would be with you... why is it so hard to realize that a child will be happier in heaven than with you? &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure... I know that ultimately heaven is the best place to be, but giving up my daughter is the last thing I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hope I never have to bury my daughter... I want her to live well past me, and experience all the good things in life. &amp;nbsp;Yes.. like every other mother in the world.. I want my daughter to experience all the good things, and live a long happy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7982902947021891483-2932941531761511377?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2932941531761511377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2932941531761511377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2932941531761511377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-6.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 6'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-8587265194639149160</id><published>2010-08-09T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:01:40.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while. &amp;nbsp;Life got in the way! &amp;nbsp; Also, I've figured out that it's pretty much impossible to blog on the weekend. &amp;nbsp;WAY too much stuff going on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friday, we had some of the neighborhood kids over for a swim party, and only one was supposed to spend the night... well of course the other one caught wind of it, so I ended up having 2 little girls.. plus my daughter sleeping on my living room floor that night. &amp;nbsp;Apparently they go thungry in the middle of the night, because when I woke up in the morning, there were 3 little yogurt cups... 2 on the table, and one on the floor... and yogurt all over the carpet!! &amp;nbsp; Hubby made pancakes the next morning.. which I didn't eat... not that big of a fan of pancakes... too sweet for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually post at work, and then plan to post pics sometime when I'm at home.. yeah never happens either. Someday, I will update my blog with many many pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much we did nothing on saturday except for be lazy bums. &amp;nbsp; Me and hubby didn't end up getting to bed until about 1:30AM friday.. so we were bone tired! Saturday was a lazy do nothing day! Sunday.. more of the same, except hubby cooked steaks on the grill...yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-8587265194639149160?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/8587265194639149160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/8587265194639149160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/8587265194639149160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-4571924062985924293</id><published>2010-08-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:12:23.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAY 5 - Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this one is much easier than the past few days! &amp;nbsp;I can name a bunch of things I would like to do in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all I would like to grow closer to the Lord. &amp;nbsp;I want to make a commitment to read my bible every single day.. and stick to it. &amp;nbsp;I want to study his word and understand the messages he is sending me. &amp;nbsp;I want to live my entire life the way he intended me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsbiscuit.com/images/745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.newsbiscuit.com/images/745.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would like to watch my daughter grow up. &amp;nbsp;I want to help her along the way... teach her to ride a bike, teach her how to cook, help her with her science fair projects, meet her first boyfriend, hold her when she cries over a broken heart...help plan her wedding, see her get married.. meet my grandchildren, and then start all over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/6557947_f62df33887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/6557947_f62df33887.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I would also like to grow old with my husband. &amp;nbsp;I want to love him until the end of time. &amp;nbsp;I want to make him happier than he ever knew he could be. &amp;nbsp;I want to take care of him when he's sick, and I want to be taken care of by him. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He is my protector, my leader and my friend. &amp;nbsp;I will love him forever, and I want our happiness to last a lifetime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/love/love_quotes_graphics_b7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.quotesarcade.com/graphics/love/love_quotes_graphics_b7.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to be the best person I can be, I want to make a difference in someone's life. &amp;nbsp;I want to be that one person that someone remembers forever because I had such a big impact on their life. &amp;nbsp;I want to inspire someone to do something great. I want to be a role model. I want to be there at just the right time, and say just the right things.... &amp;nbsp;I want to change a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationalstuff.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/beautiful-quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://inspirationalstuff.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/beautiful-quote.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only touches on some of the things I want to do with my life. &amp;nbsp;I believe that I was put on this earth for a specific purpose. &amp;nbsp;God is letting me know that purpose one piece at a time. &amp;nbsp;I intend to fully accomplish what he has planned for me here, and the reason he allowed me to live this wonderful life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-4571924062985924293?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4571924062985924293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-5.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4571924062985924293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4571924062985924293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-5.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 5'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/6557947_f62df33887_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-1250393866939566297</id><published>2010-08-03T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:09:00.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 4 - Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...well this one is a little easier to do. &amp;nbsp;Now, I am taking this challenge very seriously. &amp;nbsp;I plan to tell the truth 100% of the way. &amp;nbsp;I am doing this more for myself than I am for my readers. &amp;nbsp;Now, with that being said here is my answer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can honestly say that I do not have anything that I need to forgive anyone for. &amp;nbsp; This kind of ties in with my last post about my brother. &amp;nbsp;Ever since the day that he died, I learned not to hold grudges, not to say anything that I don't mean about someone, and to treat every day like it's the last. &amp;nbsp;I don't want anyone to leave this world and leave me behind with regrets....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not my place to judge people. &amp;nbsp; I believe that everything happens for a reason, good, bad or indifferent. &amp;nbsp;It's all in God's plan for us. &amp;nbsp;When someone offends me, I tend to look deeper to see what God has in store for me next....I live my life&amp;nbsp;striving&amp;nbsp;to be like the Lord. &amp;nbsp;If God forgives.. so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I get angry with people and sometimes do say things that I do not mean, however I generally apologize within a day, and generally don't have to forgive anyone... they are forgiven the minute they offend me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I do have one exception. &amp;nbsp;There is one person in my life who I am continually angry with...that would be my ex-husband... my daughters dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;say that I need to forgive him....he's already forgiven. &amp;nbsp;However he is continually making me mad.. either because he's hurting my daughter in some way shape or form, or hurting me. &amp;nbsp;I came out of a very abusive relationship with him.... which he's forgiven for. &amp;nbsp;However, the abuse hasn't stopped. &amp;nbsp;He's continually telling me that I'm a bad mother, and that he's going to call child services on me (because supposedly I beat my daughter....right.... just because I&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;her, and he doesn't, doesn't mean I'm abusing her... she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; rarely even gets a spanking!!) He's constantly calling me up to yell at me... he's still trying to control me like he did when we were married....it drives me nuts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, I can honestly say that I hold no grudges, and I have no one to forgive... and yes I pat myself on the back for that one... who wouldn't???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-1250393866939566297?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1250393866939566297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-4.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/1250393866939566297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/1250393866939566297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-4.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 4'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2701431645956632113</id><published>2010-08-02T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:26:33.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 3 - Something you have to&amp;nbsp;forgive&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yikes!! &amp;nbsp; It's getting harder and harder every day!! &amp;nbsp;I'm beginning that this wan't such a good idea to start... do I really want to be publishing this on the internet for all to see??? &amp;nbsp;Let alone admit it to myself! &amp;nbsp;This is harder than I thought it would be. &amp;nbsp;Oh well.. it's good for me anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok.. here we go...something I have to&amp;nbsp;forgive&amp;nbsp;myself for. Well, I can think of 2 things right now....but they kinda tie in with one another. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In my younger days.. I wasn't the best child... in fact I was one of the worst. &amp;nbsp;Constantly running away from home, into drugs, I was more than disrespectful to my parents. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure they wanted to get rid of me a few times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyways, I'm pretty sure my mom has forgiven me for what I've done in the past.. heck she's my best friend now! &amp;nbsp;But I still haven't forgiven myself for treating my mom like I did. &amp;nbsp;For putting her through everything I did. &amp;nbsp;Now that I have a child of my own, I know exactly how she felt. &amp;nbsp;What if my daugher just disappeared for a few days?? &amp;nbsp;I lost her in church once and I freaked out.. and that's CHURCH!!!! &amp;nbsp;Not the big bad world!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Anyways I'm constantly thinking about the way I've treated her, and how I made her feel. &amp;nbsp;I just can't get over the fact that I could do that to my own mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My other thing that I have to forgive myself for is my brother... He was killed at the age of 16 in a car accident. &amp;nbsp; Most of the time I didn't treat him well either. &amp;nbsp;I was always picking on him... fighting with him, and whatever. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When I was 17 my parents sent me to a residential treatment facility. &amp;nbsp;My brother was killed a year later.. I was still there. &amp;nbsp;Since that day I always thought that If I hadn't been such a screw up I could have been there.. I should have been the big sister protecting my baby brother...but I wasn't. &amp;nbsp;I should have treated him better, because now I can never say I'm sorry, or I love you....I know now that this wasn't my fault, and logic tells me that I shouldn't feel this way. &amp;nbsp;But I can't help it.. it's my baby brother, and I couldn't protect him. &amp;nbsp;I think that is the biggest thing that I need to forgive myself for,but I can't seem to figure out how.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYPsXVK0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zjgDtG7TN58/s1600/Tommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYPsXVK0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zjgDtG7TN58/s320/Tommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tommy... My brother a week before he died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYNa8I44I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4UQmbrTc_JQ/s1600/TOmmy+cross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYNa8I44I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4UQmbrTc_JQ/s320/TOmmy+cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cross by the Tree where he died... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"I am the Resurrection and the life saith the Lord, he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;John 11:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYREHpjpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gDf-BZnyw7M/s1600/tommy+memorial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYREHpjpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/gDf-BZnyw7M/s320/tommy+memorial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYSlaOAEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vW_7EAXQdsI/s1600/tommy+skate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYSlaOAEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vW_7EAXQdsI/s320/tommy+skate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love you baby brother.. you will never be forgotten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok.. now that I have a pile of tissues next to me.. I think I"m done with that one! &amp;nbsp; I hope tomorrow's is a little easier on me!&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/7982902947021891483-2701431645956632113?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2701431645956632113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2701431645956632113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2701431645956632113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/08/30-days-of-truth-day-3.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 3'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFcYPsXVK0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zjgDtG7TN58/s72-c/Tommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-6718927865802991776</id><published>2010-07-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:33:30.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 - Something you love about Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh..&amp;nbsp;another&amp;nbsp;tough one.. I'm beginning to rethink this whole 30 days of truth challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. something I love about myself....well... I'd have to say that I'm an excellent mommy. &amp;nbsp; I had my daughter at a young age... and although I didn't know much about babies or being a mom.. I was a great one! &amp;nbsp; I completely fell in love with her (like all mommies do) and took care of her the best I could. &amp;nbsp;I gotta admit I did better than a lot of young moms out there. &amp;nbsp;I love my kid to death, and the simple fact that I'm a good mother to her is what I love most about myself. &amp;nbsp;No one...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO ONE....&lt;/span&gt;not even me will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;hurt my daughter...well if I can help it anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you cherish the things that make you happy before you have kids, but once you have kids, you cherish everything that makes them happy...because their happiness makes you happier than anything else ever could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-6718927865802991776?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/6718927865802991776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth-day-2.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6718927865802991776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/6718927865802991776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth-day-2.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 2'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-1650491322461390630</id><published>2010-07-29T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:26:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day 1 - Something you hate about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! &amp;nbsp; What a tough one to start off with! &amp;nbsp; I mean, yeah, I can name a few things that I hate about myself, but which ones do I want to broadcast on the internet?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. here it goes.... I think if I had to name one thing, it would have to be my temper. &amp;nbsp;There are a lot of times (especially with my hubby) &amp;nbsp;There are a lot of times where I'll get really irritated or mad about something small that can be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to let the little unimportant things go. &amp;nbsp;I can completely go off on my hubby for the&amp;nbsp;littlest&amp;nbsp;thing...and then afterwards I stop and think... well why was I mad about that in the first place???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to blow things up and over react I guess. &amp;nbsp;Instead of saying... "Will you please not do that" or just completely forget about it because it's so small and dumb in the first place, I just get all irritated and mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the mornings with the intention of not getting upset, and letting the little things go.. but when it comes right down to the moment, I just do it without thinking... I don't think before I get mad...I just do and say things i regret saying afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried doing some reading on anger management.. and got some ideas, but I'm not sure how to implement them. &amp;nbsp;Yes, counting to 10 before I do or say anything would probably help tremendously.. but how to remember to count to 10 in the moment... that's the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.confidentkids.com/images/angerposter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.confidentkids.com/images/angerposter.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&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/7982902947021891483-1650491322461390630?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/1650491322461390630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth-day-1.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/1650491322461390630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/1650491322461390630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth-day-1.html' title='30 Days of Truth - Day 1'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-420497592878005297</id><published>2010-07-28T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:32:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Ok, so I seen this on a couple other blogs.. and I thought it would be a good idea to do. &amp;nbsp;30 days of truth... so for the next 30 days (or more if I get lazy!) I will be posting one of these things about myself... have fun and enjoy the ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksef9i9hNU1qzlgb3o1_r4_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksef9i9hNU1qzlgb3o1_r4_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century Gothic', trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-420497592878005297?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/420497592878005297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/420497592878005297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/420497592878005297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-days-of-truth.html' title='30 Days of Truth'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2480257735603511380</id><published>2010-07-28T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:54:20.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day...</title><content type='html'>Can I just vent for a minute??? Can we just forget that I'm a nice calm mommy for a minute while I freak out????? &amp;nbsp;Ok.. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldsphonecounseling.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/veryangry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://www.ldsphonecounseling.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/veryangry.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... here's the story.. so Tim is not my daughters real dad.. he's step dad. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, Kylie's dad is a complete idiot... I left him about 4 years ago... he is an alcoholic and abusive (to me.. hasn't ever touched my daughter) &amp;nbsp;Anyways, we have a divorce decree... but we're &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;STILL &lt;/span&gt;going to court. &amp;nbsp;I have full custody.. physical and legal... he's constantly trying to get that changed. &amp;nbsp;I moved to another house.. and when I did, I changed daycares... well he took me to court because I did that...because apparently the daycare I chose..although it is like 100 times better than the old one is too far away from his house... who's taking her to daycare every morning??? &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ME! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Not him... so why the heck would it matter???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways...so he apparently has a girlfriend who lives in Cali and he went to see her.... just up an left... he's been there for about a month now.... he hasn't called.. nothing.. we have no clue when he is coming back. &amp;nbsp;I can't believe he would just leave and forget about his daughter!!! She misses him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let her go with his parents&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;there was some family birthday party. They kept her overnight, and when they brought her back they kept her up until 11:30 at night, and then woke her up at 6 AM....umm... do we know what bedtime is?? &amp;nbsp;The kid needs her sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eW7PlmG_mU/RzJ1WAkrNHI/AAAAAAAAARA/sSt_TapYRgQ/s1600/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eW7PlmG_mU/RzJ1WAkrNHI/AAAAAAAAARA/sSt_TapYRgQ/s320/sleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And on top of all of that.. they didn't give her a nap...filled her up on sugar and sent her home to have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MAJOR &lt;/span&gt;meltdown...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So she went to preschool the next day, and they said it was like her evil twin was there... she was out of&amp;nbsp;control..hitting...throwing things and just being downright nasty.... they thought I had her on some type of medication or something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly.. and he thinks I"m the unfit parent??? &amp;nbsp;He leaves his daughter for over a month with no contact!!! &amp;nbsp;It was so sad.. the other day she asked me why daddy didn't say goodbye to her before he left...there were so many things that I wanted to say at that point.. but I settled with.. I don't know...why don't you ask him when he gets back. &amp;nbsp;Shouldn't he be the one that owns up to his daughter on why he left her??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I try not to talk crap about her dad in front of her... as much as I hate his guts...he's still her dad. &amp;nbsp;She'll find out soon enough that her dad is a piece of crap and make her own&amp;nbsp;decision. &amp;nbsp;I haven't even gotten child support in almost 6 months now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.I know a lot of it is&amp;nbsp;control&amp;nbsp;issues.. he thinks that if he keeps dragging out this court thing that he still has control over me. &amp;nbsp;He uses our daughter against me.. he's threatened to call child services because my husband and myself&amp;nbsp;discipline&amp;nbsp;her....if I put her in her room for time out and she cries... I'm locking her in her room and it's abusive.. really?? Since when is a time out abusive???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are no rules at his house, my daughter does whatever she wants, and they cave in to her every whine.. and then when she comes home she's constantly throwing fits because she comes back to a house full of rules and&amp;nbsp;discipline....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What am I supposed to do?? I hate seeing her in the state of mind that she is in when she gets back from being with her dad.. she's all out of whack.... I wish there was a way that I could stop him from hurting her all the time...I've never actually hated a person in my life... but I&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;hate him.. and I can't help it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Does he just not care about her??? It's his own flesh and blood.. he should! &amp;nbsp; I just don't understand how he can not call or say good bye or something.. I"ll be saying goodbye for like 20 minutes until someone pulls me away... I'll be calling every day just to hear her sweet voice. &amp;nbsp;When she goes to his house for his weekend.. I can't stand it.. Yeah it's nice to have a break but I can't wait until she comes home! &amp;nbsp; I don't understand how he can leave for a month and not miss her.. not call.. and not even stop to think.. oh maybe my daughter misses me.. I think I'll call her. &amp;nbsp; As a mother I have an instinct to want to kill anything and everything that hurts my daughter or makes her cry.. except I can't do that because it's her dad...there's no reasoning with him either.. he's worse than a 2 year old... Some people really shouldn't be able to have kids. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. I think I might feel a little better now....thanks for listening!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-2480257735603511380?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2480257735603511380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2480257735603511380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2480257735603511380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad day...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8eW7PlmG_mU/RzJ1WAkrNHI/AAAAAAAAARA/sSt_TapYRgQ/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2587846840993486146</id><published>2010-07-27T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:10:00.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I thought I would get some more pictures up here... and the most recent are from my wedding!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8DXnZFpJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VdtzirVKAnU/s1600/_DSC8773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8DXnZFpJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VdtzirVKAnU/s320/_DSC8773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Hubby, Tim met almost 2 years ago (will be 2 years in October) I'm pretty sure it was love at first sight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal? &amp;nbsp;Ok, here it goes. &amp;nbsp;So we were sitting outside on his balcony one day (the day before mothers day 2009) And we had decided to go to the mall to just kinda walk around and people watch. &amp;nbsp;So I get up to go inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Where you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;I have to pee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Umm... cuz I have to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Oh ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go in and do my thing, and then decide to get my shoes on and grab my purse so we can go to the mall...but when I come back out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Why do you have all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Aren't we going to the mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Can't we just sit out here for a little longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Um.. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did... why are you doing that, &amp;nbsp;what is that for.. where you going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STOP!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are all these questions about??? &amp;nbsp;I was getting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Irritated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;DO you really have to ask me about EVERYTHING I do.. what's up with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Just give me a hug ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I gave him a hug.. and here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;You know I really do love you with all my heart, and I just want to spend the rest of my life with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here it goes.. down on one Knee!!! &amp;nbsp;Is he really going to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Tim: &lt;/span&gt;Will you marry me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised... excited...in love.. whatever it was that I was.. I didn't even say yes.. All I could say was oh Tim did you really just propose to me? &amp;nbsp;I love you so much... lol so he was like &amp;nbsp;um.. is that a yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways... we were engaged for a little over a year and married June 4, 2010.. and heres the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Bridal Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8HEe_0qaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gQBTv-UZkDw/s1600/_DSC3041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8HEe_0qaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gQBTv-UZkDw/s320/_DSC3041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8He9RG-qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRZMBxBXLzQ/s1600/_DSC3066_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8He9RG-qI/AAAAAAAAAAk/iRZMBxBXLzQ/s320/_DSC3066_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8J--DQtfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7Jiw_bzVYGI/s1600/Kylie+mommy+bridal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8J--DQtfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7Jiw_bzVYGI/s320/Kylie+mommy+bridal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Huu3dFII/AAAAAAAAAAs/pd9wIg5D5C4/s1600/_DSC3206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Huu3dFII/AAAAAAAAAAs/pd9wIg5D5C4/s320/_DSC3206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8H14c57nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7g3MmA9gSuM/s1600/_DSC3327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8H14c57nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7g3MmA9gSuM/s320/_DSC3327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JJmFjGuI/AAAAAAAAABU/HNXsEbcwzSc/s1600/_DSC3758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JJmFjGuI/AAAAAAAAABU/HNXsEbcwzSc/s320/_DSC3758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look like a dang model here! &amp;nbsp; We had so much fun doing my bridals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JC2MFUdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hS-If-elISU/s1600/_DSC3430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JC2MFUdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hS-If-elISU/s320/_DSC3430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JEoPW9JI/AAAAAAAAABE/V6X-GwRK6Lc/s1600/_DSC3453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Getting my dress on.. oh wow that was fun lacing everything up.. getting everything absolutely perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JL67WpyI/AAAAAAAAABc/AgXxK4H68lY/s1600/_DSC4102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JL67WpyI/AAAAAAAAABc/AgXxK4H68lY/s320/_DSC4102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was a little nervous.. can you tell??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JPqAI_zI/AAAAAAAAABs/hAZPEs3RykA/s1600/_DSC4146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JPqAI_zI/AAAAAAAAABs/hAZPEs3RykA/s320/_DSC4146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JXDhUqTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VWSqPMcJw3Q/s1600/_DSC4227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JXDhUqTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VWSqPMcJw3Q/s320/_DSC4227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Groomsman and Bridesmaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(My Brother, and Stepmom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JYs6rBkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZgJ8ppdpjDA/s1600/_DSC4233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JYs6rBkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZgJ8ppdpjDA/s320/_DSC4233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best Man and Maid of Honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JahkajRI/AAAAAAAAACE/T6RKUxfdgSw/s1600/_DSC4242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JahkajRI/AAAAAAAAACE/T6RKUxfdgSw/s320/_DSC4242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and the Cutest flowergirl ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kylie did such a good job.. she was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JcQHWrdI/AAAAAAAAACM/au93jw87XFo/s1600/_DSC4260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JcQHWrdI/AAAAAAAAACM/au93jw87XFo/s320/_DSC4260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jd9B2MqI/AAAAAAAAACU/o3bBVuJt1zY/s1600/_DSC4266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jd9B2MqI/AAAAAAAAACU/o3bBVuJt1zY/s320/_DSC4266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes the Bride!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jgc_s0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/k7rTBKrcZh4/s1600/_DSC4316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jgc_s0UI/AAAAAAAAACc/k7rTBKrcZh4/s320/_DSC4316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JiYN2BuI/AAAAAAAAACk/aiJBKopIEo4/s1600/_DSC4339_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8JiYN2BuI/AAAAAAAAACk/aiJBKopIEo4/s320/_DSC4339_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jj60_gDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oGyDom7ecHE/s1600/_DSC4378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8Jj60_gDI/AAAAAAAAACs/oGyDom7ecHE/s320/_DSC4378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You may Kiss the Bride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah.. there's some pics from our wedding.. I have more coming.. still waiting on the photographer... from the reception and other stuff! &amp;nbsp;So wait for part 2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-2587846840993486146?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2587846840993486146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2587846840993486146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2587846840993486146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-wedding.html' title='My Wedding...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TE8DXnZFpJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VdtzirVKAnU/s72-c/_DSC8773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-3359955725607737309</id><published>2010-07-26T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:24:56.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we went to the airshow in Idaho this weekend. &amp;nbsp; Kylie didn't have a nap on friday, so she was a little cranky in the car on the way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I come home from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kylie:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mommy.. mommy I have everything packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Are you sure.. let me check....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kylie: &lt;/span&gt;Did we forget anything.. do we need to bring lunch.. are they going to have lunch for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Yes Kylie, we'll be able to get lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kylie: &lt;/span&gt;What about breakfast, do they have breakfast there?? &amp;nbsp;Are we going to be hungry? &amp;nbsp;Are you sure we don't need to pack a lunch? &amp;nbsp;They won't let us starve will they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha this was her first vacation.. she was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Really&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;excited and obviously didn't know what to expect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a DVD player from my neighbor to keep her occupied... but I couldn't get the dang thing to work...it just said loading forever.... GREAT! &amp;nbsp;Now what I have a tired screaming 4 year old and we haven't even been driving for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this isn't my DVD player so I don't know all the quirks and tricks of it.. I find the owners manual and start reading...I didn't get the answer as th why it won't play, but I did figure out that there are 35 games on this thing...wow..didn't know they could do that.... obviously that's what the game controller is for huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get that going and she playes games the rest of the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally pull into the hotel at around midnight... she's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;STILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;awake.. I can't believe it.. no nap all day and she stays up until midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We get up into the room and she's obviously exhausted, mommy.. is this our new house? Ha ha She still didn't get it. &amp;nbsp;She has never been in a hotel either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next day we go to the airshow..it feels quite cooler outdoors.. still hot, but not as hot as in Utah... we get to the airshow, and start walking around... "Mommy! &amp;nbsp;I'm so hot, I'm burning!" &amp;nbsp;Crap.. I forgot sunscreen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh well... I tried to keep her in my shadow as much I could so she wouldn't be directly in the sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SHe got to jump on the bouncehouse, sit in the driver seat of a helecopter, and we found out she's deathly afraid of policemen... she wouldn't even go near them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We got to see the Blue Angels.. which I thought was pretty cool.. I wouldn't be able to fly that clsoe together without crashing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well anyways, we stopped at walmart on the way back to the hotel and picked up some aloe.. I was so sore.. hubby was bright red, and Kylie was complaining, but I didn't see anywhere that was red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my back is totally burnt....hubby's face and legs are totally burnt, with blisters all over his face.. and Kylie is unharmed.. the things parents will do to keep their children save...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. we're back home now.. back to work today.. I totally didn't want to wake up this morning....I"m about off though, and then it's back home to clean up the mess of suitcases and dirty laundry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-3359955725607737309?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/3359955725607737309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/3359955725607737309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/3359955725607737309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-vacation.html' title='Our Vacation...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-736243099521922867</id><published>2010-07-26T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:52:39.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The last real book I read.. I have no clue....I mostly read my textbooks for school right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have brothers and sisters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;My Brother Passed away in a car accident in 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you spend your free time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;At this point, I am either doing homework, or spending time with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which country are you from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I am 1/4 Japanese, but born in the US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do on Sundays?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Go to church, and spend time with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do? What's your job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I work in the enrollment&amp;nbsp;department&amp;nbsp;at a University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of food do you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I will eat just about anything, but my favorite would probably be Italian food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who has had the most influence in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;That would definately have to be my mom. &amp;nbsp;She got me through all the tough stuff, and taught me that life really isn't as bad as I thought it was. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a 'morning' or 'night' person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Definately night.. I hate mornings, and I'm never in bed before 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times did you move as a child?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;The first time I ever moved was when I was 17. &amp;nbsp;Technically it wasn't a move either, my parents sent me away to a treatment&amp;nbsp;facility&amp;nbsp;for troubled youth... since then, I've moved around a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of woman/man would you like to marry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I've already married the man of my dreams (June 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Definately take them.. I am so not photogenic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a beach, country or city person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;There's good aspects of each, but I think I would be most happy in the city.. however I don't want to be in the middle of a big city..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you spend most of your money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;School.. bills... food... the normal stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why were you given your particular name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;My mom had a friend in college named Sara, and she fell in love with the name, so that's how I got my name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite candy bar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Depends on the day, but I love chocolate with some kind of nut in it... I think chocolate bar with almonds would have to be my fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite kind of music?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I like all music.. I am a very musical person. &amp;nbsp;I play piano, violin, guitar and I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many kids do you want when you get married?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Already married and have 1 kid... hoping to have 1 maybe 2 more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite thing about your mom?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;My mom is a very caring person, who always goes out of her way to make sure I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite thing about your dad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;My dad is funny, and has lots of good stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to sing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Yup.. as long as no one is listening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I wouldn't exactly call it dancing...more of moving about randomly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to play a musical instrument?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Violin, Piano, Guitar and I sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite type of art?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The kind that my daughter brings home from preschool and hangs on my&amp;nbsp;refrigerator&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like building things?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I wouldn't trust myself to build something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your favorite subjects in school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Math and Music class..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite christian movie?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I like Facing the Giants, and Fireproof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you working in your chosen profession?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nope, but still going to school for it.. Elementary Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many hours a week do you work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-736243099521922867?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/736243099521922867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/736243099521922867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/736243099521922867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-me.html' title='About Me!'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-4464173063471425844</id><published>2010-07-23T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:27:31.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so We're going up to Idaho this weekend to see an airshow my husband wants to see. &amp;nbsp;This means 5 hours in a car with a 4 year old... fun. &amp;nbsp;I gotta make sure I pack the dvd player.. and NOT forget the dvd's.. snacks, games, activities.. am I forgetting anything??? Probably. &amp;nbsp;I'm thinking we'll drive until she starts getting hungry, and then fill her tummy up and hopefully she'll sleep the rest of the way there. &amp;nbsp;Oh well whatever happens we'll have lots of fun. &amp;nbsp;She'll finally find out what a vacation is. &amp;nbsp;I mean yeah, she's been on vacation before, but it's always been to go see my dad, or some family member... she's never really been on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me the other day.."Mommy.. vacation is when you don't go to work or school and you just stay home" &amp;nbsp;ha ha you have much to learn child. &amp;nbsp;Every time I take a day off of work or something I think she hears me say I'm using my vacation time.. so to her.. I guess vacation is just skipping work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too much into the airplane thing.. but the hubby was in the air force, so he's all excited about it.. and of course airplanes are the coolest thing ever to a 4 year old. &amp;nbsp;But that's not what matters.. Quality family time. &amp;nbsp;Finally I get to spend time with then without having to worry about homework, or work, or laundry, or everything else that I worry about..... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I doing this blogging thing right???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-4464173063471425844?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/4464173063471425844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4464173063471425844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/4464173063471425844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-trip.html' title='Our Trip...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982902947021891483.post-2231234559576149426</id><published>2010-07-23T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:47:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Well.. I never thought it would come to this...blogging. &amp;nbsp;But I figure I'd try it out, more than likely I'll end up getting addicted to it. :P &amp;nbsp;Well anyways, my name is Sara, I have a beautiful daughter named Kylie (4) and am married to the man of my dreams... Tim. &amp;nbsp; I currently work full time at the school I attend as a Live Chat operator. &amp;nbsp;I talk to students inquiring about the school. &amp;nbsp;I am a student working on my bachelors degree in Elementary Education. Really.. and I still decided to blog.. where exactly am I going to get the time for this??? &amp;nbsp;We'll see how this works &amp;nbsp;ha ha. &amp;nbsp; Anyways, back to my family story here. &amp;nbsp;My husband, Tim, is a scale technician. &amp;nbsp; He fixes and installs anything from doctors scales to truck scales. &amp;nbsp;Did I mention that he is the man of my dreams???? Kylie is the cutest kid on the planed.. I'll post pictures later. &amp;nbsp;I'm writing this from work.. shhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... as you probably figured out I'm new to blogging, so I"m not 100% sure on the rules and lingo and everything else, so just bear with me for a while! &amp;nbsp;I think this is where I tell the whole interwebs about my life and how my day is going....well.. here it goes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7982902947021891483-2231234559576149426?l=angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/feeds/2231234559576149426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2231234559576149426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7982902947021891483/posts/default/2231234559576149426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelposesrunnynoses.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post...'/><author><name>Angel Poses and Runny Noses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779215601499853203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OkOPP3vWr-U/TFMlpkNZYwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/u1Cvg7xgsLY/S220/bridal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
